"You can't. I can." John pointed out. "That's why I work alone, mate. To keep those barely older than children safe. You can't just leave things alone. Evil doesn't play by those rules! Evil doesn't care if you're a woman, a child, a man who can't wipe his own bloody arse. It goes for the people that won't or can't fight back."

He shook his head. Not that any of it mattered. People here didn't want to listen. They either wanted to wait until something happened and play it timid, or ignore most of it. Neither of those worked out for him.

"Sometimes that means you have to take the preemptive punch."

He wasn't going to apologize for what he did. The only thing he felt sorry for was the fact Coulson had to drag his sorry ass to safety. He popped his collar and took a few steps away towards something else. A flower, a bunch of them. Didn't matter much to him what it was.