Sometimes things are more magical than you know ~ Agents of SHIELD #wattys2015

FZZT (28)

HELLEU. I'm going to spoil something awesome and coolish to you guys. Sanchez is going to do something awesome with Simmons. She will learn the truth, in a special way. the relationships are changed. Skye has seen things, and when Simmons has seen them too, will they ever trust Sanchez in a normal way?

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Location: Somewhere above the atlantic
Time: 8.15 A.M.

It was a normal, quiet morning on the bus. Simmons was doing a physical test on Coulson, while May was in the cockpit, Skye behind her laptop, and while Ward was doing... Well, what he always does.
The only one who wasn't doing what she was always doing on this kind of days, was Sanchez.
She was standing on the balcony, looking at Coulson and Simmons who were doing the test in the cargo-hold.
"Working up a good sweat there, sir?"
" I don't sweat, I glisten."
She seemed almost invisible for them. They hadn't recognised her yet.
Boy, she had had a hell of a night. Even with her powers, she could not hide the bags under her eyes.
Since Hong Kong, Skye her eyes had followed her like the ones from a hawk. And that was her own stupid fault. It could bring everything in danger.
She had been sloppy, and she couldn't blame Skye for acting like this. Oh yeah, probably, she would act the same, after seeing something so 'not normal.'
Her headache was still present. Last night, she had the voices of her creators and her brother in her head, all at the same time, combined with views from the future.
Dragon had been worried about her, because of what she had done to save Chan. Would it bring her cover in danger? 
Her creators had been full of love to her, but also full of hate. Full of love, because she had saved Chan. She had completed her mission, and now, he was safe in the gardens of faith.
They had been full of hate, full of anger, because of the privilege she had given to Coulson. Being her kill safety belt. According to Verdandi, it hadn't been a good decision from her. It was necessary that she would be able to kill, every single moment, when it would be necessary. But Skuld, on the other hand, she had been proud on her. It would be a good way to learn more about the human ways of acting. It would teach her how to act more like a normal human being, and that would be perfect for her undercover missions in the future.
"Well, you can officially tell your physical therapist that you're fit as the proverbial fiddle, especially for a man of your age."
Coulson was done with his test.
""A man of my age?" That's something you say to an old person," he responded.
Sanchez didn't smile about his note. It only made her more worried.

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"Sorry, Fitz. It's close, but it's just not right."
Fitz had been developing a new version of the night-night pistol, and Ward had tried it out. He wasn't content.
"Really? 'Cause agent Coulson had no problems."
"It's an ounce too heavy."
"An ounce? Seriously?"
Skye was sitting behind her laptop, still guarded by her 'internet nanny.'
Her internet nanny was just one of the few things that made her feeling uncomfortable.
Sanchez her presence made her feeling uncomfortable too. It felt like... Since Hong Kong, when she had got her internet nanny, and had seen Sanchez doing impossible stuff, something had changed.
But she didn't knew exactly what.
"It's the difference between success and failure. When you're on a rooftop with a 15-mile-an-hour wind, Your target is 500 yards away-"
"Yeah, but we do have a rifle," Fitz said.
"Lose the ounce," Ward told him.
"Yeah, okay. On it."
After Ward had left, Fitz made a face.
"Lose the ounce," he nodded a bit piqued. "I'm Agent Grant Ward, and I can shoot the legs off a flea from 500 yards, as long as it's not windy," he immitated Ward. Skye started laughing. Fitz laughed back.
"Hey... Thats sounds haven't a hard a little bit?" He asked.
"Yeah, well," Skye answered. "You wouldn't be laughing a lot if you would be living in Ward's doghouse."
"You made the ruins. Apologises to us all, what more could he ask?"
"I don't know!" She answered. "I have been busting my ass, memorising every SHIELD protocol manual, following every order, 'yes sir, no sir,' I even have let them tag me, like a streetdog. I mean, I know... I lied to you guys, but... I was trying to protect my boyfriend."
"Well, you know, we all make mistakes," Fitz replied. "And... Who cares about your ex boyfriend?"
"It's not like that I'm comparing Ward to Miles, but-"
"Yes. Yes you do."
Sanchez came in, and Skye sat immideatley back on her seat.
"Am I interrupting?" She asked.
"No. Absolutely not," Fitz responded.
She definitely was.
"Great. I have some special bullets for you to analyse."
"And the cause of that is-"
"Because I just want to know if you know the type," she grinned.
"I know you obviously don't know it."
She gave to bullets to him, one with kind of metallic color, and a brown one. He had just started looking at them, when Simmons came in.
" So, Ward was here? Let me guess the night-night pistol again?"
"Yeah, and he said it was off by an ounce," Fitz answered.
"Of course he did."
Simmons did her hands on her hips.
"I'm Agent Grant Ward, and I could rupture your spleen with my left pinky... blindfolded!"
Skye and Sanchez both started laughing.
"One of the best immitations I've ever seen. You should see May's , that one is probably the best one you've ever seen."
The other ones looked shocked.
"Wait... May does that?" They all asked.
Sanchez grinned. "O yeah, you should ask her."
Then they all started laughing, by the thought of May trying to imitate Ward.
"Hey, hussle up and grab your gear. We're on a mission."
Ofcourse, Ward came into the lab. Just at the wrong moment.
Because of everyone's faces, he could see that something wasn't as it was supposed to be.
"Something funny?"
Fitz ans Skye looked at each other.
"Poor silly Fitz," Simmons said quickly. "He mistakly left a domby around in the pistol. It should be proper now."
Ward took the pistol from her, and tried it out. He looked at Simmons for a second.
"Great. Thanks."
He left the lab, and they all started laughing again.