A/N: Just a fic I wrote up because I couldn't get this scene out of my head. Hope you enjoy!
"Guys, there are guards headed over here! I need a distraction!"
I am thinking that the two super-agents can surely think of something—I mean that's why we brought them along—but when I look up to see what's taking them so long to make their move, they are only staring at each other.
"Thanks for the help, guys," I grumble. Seriously, do I have to do everything?
And then, without warning, Ward and May are making out. Like making out making out. Get-a-room, hands going places I don't want to think about, passionate, sex-with-clothes-on making out.
I manage to pick my jaw up off the floor to mutter, "Ok, not what I had in mind, but-"
"But it's working! Hurry, Skye!" Simmons says, fluttering over me nervously.
Oh, right.
I finish placing the device, mimicking exactly what Fitz told me to do. It lights up, like it's supposed to, and Jemma and I skedaddle, just like we're supposed to.
Once we are a safe distance away, we peek around the corner to check on Ward and May. They are still going at it. It is seriously embarrassing at this point. Don't they know people are watching? People being me and Simmons, of course, and while I'm wise in the ways of the world, I'm not sure Simmons has even seen an R-rated movie.
I clear my throat loudly. Nothing changes.
"Ummm, guys, I'm done. You can stop. Like any time." Seriously.
I turn to Simmons, who looks as red as I feel. "Ok, that is something I never want to see again. I am going to need brain bleach to get that out of my head. Is that something S.H.I.E.L.D actually has? Brain bleach? Because I feel like it's something you guys would have..."
"We can hear you, Skye," May's voice floats over the comms.
On comms, right.
I am so dead.
