AN: This is a repost of the same story, Leaving on a Jet Plane as the site was having issues. I thought it might have been the title that kept flagging the staff to take it down so I changed it. But it's still the same story. I don't own hp or agents of shield or avengers.

"Uh, May? Do you know who that is?" Ward pointed at the guy in front of the plane. "Or should we call Coulson?"

Melinda stared at the guy that Ward pointed to. The guy was obviously pissed off from his expression. He was frowning and glaring at the plane and hovering in mid-air right in front of them. "Do you know anything about people riding broomsticks? I haven't met anyone who could do that."

Ward turned to glance at her, shaking his head. "Nope. I'll go get Coulson. The guy looks like he's going to be sticking around for a while."

Melinda turned back to look at the guy, hearing the door to the rest of the plane open and close. Ward did appear to be right as the guy was just hovering there, not moving and not going anywhere else. May had not seen anything like what she was seeing right now before. She did know that some heros could fly but not like that. Not riding a broomstick like a witch from fairy tales.

The guy had messy long black hair that was tied back and from what May could see when she squinted her eyes, had a scar in the form of a lightning bolt on his forehead.

"May, what is it?"

She turned around to look at her boss, who came to stand in between the pilot's chairs. He still looked a little... a lot worn down from his captivity. Coulson still had cuts and bruises from whatever had happened to him but his eyes... They were as haunted as hers, when she looked in the mirror. May pointed out the front windows and saw Coulson follow her gesture. If Coulson had been standing anywhere else in the cockpit, May would not have heard the resulting small shaky and sharp inhale.

"Is it possible to open the back door during flight?" Coulson asked, backing up and clearly pointing towards the back of the bus for the benefit of the guy outside. May watched as the guy on the broom veered around the bus and disappeared from her sight.

"We're letting him in? He's not a SHIELD agent," May remarked. "I don't know of anyone who can do that."

Coulson sighed, rocked back on the heels of his feet. "He's not a SHIELD agent. He is a friend though. My friend. Just let him in."

"Okay, I'll open the back doors," May commented, pushing the required buttons to open the cargo bay door. She heard the strange emphasis he had put on 'my' but filed it away for later pondering. "I don't know if all of our stuff is tied down for that though."

"If any of our things or cars fall out, he'll take care of it," Coulson muttered, wiping a hand over his forehead. "I'll go let the others know and then meet him in the cargo bay."

"Are you alright, Coulson?" May asked, standing up and making sure her various weapons were still where she had put them this morning.

Coulson glanced at her before heading out the door. "I'm fine, agent."

May raised an eyebrow at that and followed him out the door. He turned back to look at her before sighing and nodding.

"What's happening? Why have we stopped?" Skye asked as she came out of her bunk.

"We're taking on a passenger," May explained.

"In mid-air?" Fitz asked, as everyone started to fall in line with Coulson and May. "Is that even possible?"

"It would seem to be possible," Jemma replied, gesturing to the sounds of the cargo door opening. A heavy breeze raced in and the warmth from the sun followed it as all of them stopped on the platform above the cargo area. Coulson strode down the steps and stopped right before the ramp.

"Sir, is this safe action to take?" Ward asked, as they all watched him. May saw Ward put one hand on his gun and she made sure her gun was within reach.

"I know him," Coulson said in a weary tone. "He's..."

May could see the minute that the guy came into view and he was still riding that broomstick. He was still in the air and at least looked to be a very experienced flyer but this really wasn't an area that May was an expert in.

The man on the broom flew into their plane and landed on the ramp, flicking a hand. The cargo door started to move back into its closed position and the team turned to stare at May, as if she had pushed a button. She shook her head and watched everyone except Coulson turn back to the guy. Coulson had not turned to look at her at all; he was staring at the guy a little apprehensively.

"Phillip? Is that... is it really you?" The guy hesitantly gasped out, swinging his leg off the broom and taking a hold of it with one hand. He looked stricken, like... May didn't really know how to read his expression other than it looked like the guy had done a lot of grieving in the past few months or year.

"Harry..." Coulson trailed off quietly.

The guy, Harry, if that was his name, blinked furiously, like he was trying to stop tears from falling. "I thought you were dead. I thought... I thought that Loki killed you."

"I... he did."

The team stared as both men stood in their respective spots. May had never seen Coulson this hesitant before.

"Our bond... I felt you die," Harry spoke, taking a few steps toward Coulson. "I... felt you die, Phil."

"I'm sorry," Coulson uttered quietly. "Fury made me keep it quiet."

"Fury? You mean Nick made you keep the fact that you were still alive a secret? Do the Avengers know? He must have... And what's been keeping our bond from being active these past few months? How long have you been... How?!"

The safety being clicked off broke the relative, tense silence and Coulson and Harry turned to look up toward the team.

"Ward, your gun is not needed right now," Coulson ordered. "He's not a threat."

May watched as Harry turned to stare at each of their team then back to Coulson.

"Nice new team," Harry commented, gesturing up to them. "They get to know you're still alive and I don't?"

Coulson sighed again. "Harry, could we... maybe take this to my office?"

"Sure. You have an office on a plane, huh?"

Skye snorted and her eyes widened as Harry turned to stare at her then shrugged.

Coulson turned around and gestured for Harry to follow him. May watched them walk up the stairs and they strode by them. Everyone stared at the disappearing backs of Coulson and Harry, whoever he was, as they walked back to Coulson's office.

"So... who wants to spy on them?" Skye called out as soon as Coulson's door closed.

"Skye!" Jemma exclaimed.

Skye grinned. "What? There's a camera in Coulson's office."

May saw Ward roll his eyes.

"There are more productive uses of our time right now," Ward said.

"I'm in," May said, shrugging when all of them turned to stare at her.

"Phil..." Harry trailed off as soon as the door closed behind them. He strode right over to where Phil had stopped and tentatively pulled him into a hug. He heard Phil sigh in relief and return the hug, tightening his hold slightly. Neither of them let go of each other for a few minutes. "What happened? How did you... How are you still alive?"

Phil opened his mouth then stopped and pointed to a corner of the office. Harry followed his finger and saw the camera. He raised an eyebrow and Coulson nodded. Harry pulled out his wand and muttered a spell, seeing the power dot on the camera go out. He could feel constant steady relief and joy coming from the bond, from Coulson and Harry smiled in relief himself.

"Fury had me resurrected somehow," Phil started, still standing right in front of Harry.

"Do you know the specifics?" Harry asked. "Because it sure as hell wasn't magic."

Phil shuddered. "I believe it was a drug of some kind. I had been dead for days before Fury gave the orders."

Harry winced. "A drug? What drug can bring people back from the dead? Also, Fury should know to let... Well, it brought you back to life. Back to me. In general, Fury should let his agents stay dead. Phil? You're..."

"I've just... had a busy few weeks," Phil murmured, dropping his head onto Harry's shoulder. Harry wrapped his arms around him, started to rub soothing circles on his back.

"Define busy," Harry muttered. "Battle of New York busy or something else?"

"The latter option. I was captured by people working for the clairvoyant," Phil said.

Harry started. "You were held captive for a few weeks? Then..."

"What?"

"It was last week when I felt the bond reawaken," Harry answered. "How had you been keeping it pushed down?"

"How did you know I was alive?" Phil asked, evading answering the second question.

Harry pulled back and looked at his bonded. "You were projecting. A lot."

"But I wasn't..." Phil trailed off, rubbing the back his head.

"You must have reached out subconsciously," Harry replied, bringing Phil's hand down and giving it a squeeze in reassurance. "You must have been in a lot of pain for that to happen. That's why you look... Anyway, how were you keeping it dead?"

Phil sighed. "Drugs. Fury gave me drugs."

"That idiot," Harry exclaimed, frowning. "That might have... It's always unwise to use drugs that way to fool a bond. You know that. I know that."

"I am sorry," Phil uttered, placing a kiss on Harry's forehead. "I missed you."

Harry grinned and sighed then went in for an actual kiss. "I missed you too, even if I didn't know you were alive. You kept me sane when I fled Britain."

"You've kept me sane while I've been working for SHIELD. Stay?"

"You want me to stay on this plane with your new team? Do you really want to risk that?"

Phil Coulson sighed. "It's worth the risk. You're worth the risk."

"'S not what I was referring to."

Coulson chuckled. "I'm sure the team will love your pranks."

Harry nodded, smiling widely. "Good. 'Cause I'm staying."