Preface

May looked back at the bedroom door and ran a hand over her leg. Coulson had passed peacefully, but she was still angry. They had gotten three days. Three happy days. She closed her eyes. The phone started ringing. Daisy. Daisy was calling. She wiped the tears from her eyes and stood up. She grabbed the phone and before she could say anything a voice cut in,

"Melinda May,"

"Why do you need her?" May asked.

"Melinda May we have an opportunity for you. An opportunity to save the man who just died,"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Do you accept?" they asked,

"What am I accepting to?"

"To save Phillip Coulson,"

"He's dead," she hears a sigh on the other side of the phone and smirked slightly.

"But do you want to save him yes or no?" May paused. This smelled like bad news, but,

"Yes,"

"You have forty eight hours total to jump through the years and change the things you want to change," May froze she didn't know how she'd gotten here, "after forty hours you will have another twenty four to live the life you've created before you have to choose between timelines. Good luck,"