Hi everyone! This is my 4th fan fic, so plz review! Thanx!
-Fitz's POV-
Urg... soo hungry...need food...
These sayings ran through my head as I stumbled blindly through the halls. "Food..." I moaned. Man, was I hungry.
-Skye's POV-
Damn, am I hungry. Since they practically starve you to death here, I was really carving donuts. Or better yet, a Sunday brunch.
-Coulson's POV-
May walked into my office, bags under her eyes and a tired look on her face. She sighed, sitting down on my couch. "Phil," She addressed smugly. "The other agents are complaining, we need to go to Sunday Brunch!"
"Fine. Get into the car! And get the others to!" I called after Melinda as she skipped down the hall.
in the car...
I was driving, with Melinda sitting shotgun. Fits reached over and turned on the radio. Fancy. Jemma, Skye, and Fitz smiled. "IF YOU WANT A BAD BITCH LIKE THIS, DROP IT LOW AND PICK IT UP JUST LIKE THIS! CUP OF ACE, CUP OF GOOSE CUP OF.." Jemma sang, her voice screeching as she did the Duggy as best as she could without hitting Fitz.
at night's breakfast palace...
-Fitz POV-
Boy did this stuff look good. I piled food like a tower onto my plate, creating what might just be the world's biggest food- version of the Eiffel tower.
Sitting down next to Skye I lingered my hand over the fork. I don't need you. I decided I would use my hands instead. My stomach grumbling, I dug in to my doughnuts, French toast, and waffles piled with syrup. My hand where sticky, but I didn't care, cause I was on fire! I was a lean-mean-eating-machine! My dream was delicious; I was flying on bread, in till... "LEO JEORGE FITZ, FOR GOD'S SAKE, USE A FORK!" Jemma yelled, causing Skye to drop her spoon.
"Sorry Simmons," I mumbled, picking up my fork with sticky hands. I looked over at Phil and Melinda, both of which had big piles of food on there plates as well. May had an omelet, stacked to high heaven with ham, bacon, and cheese. Coulson had a good variety of tarts and doughnuts; and he was also pigging out. Skye was done eating, but had drool running out of the edge of her mouth as she watched Jemma's plate with oatmeal and a chocolate chip pancake with maple syrup.
With Jemma distracted, I dropped my stupid fork and shoved my face into the food. Heaven. "Yumm.." I thought, but my dreams vanished when Jemma have me the death glare. So much for that.
Soon everyone was done and full, even Jemma, who barely touched her guacamole sandwich. Then came the bill.
Coulson picked it up, and gasped. "WHAT?!" He yelled, mouth open. "1 trillion bucks! I don't even have a Benjamin!"
May sighed. This was gonna be a hard day at work. "Run."
"Whaaa..."
"Run! Now!" Everyone got up and ran, leaving the restaurant. The attendant looked annoyed, but she didn't say anything. Thank god.
"Yep." Melinda said, painting. "We are never going back to that place again!"
The End.