Disclaimer: I do not own Skye, Phil Coulson, Melinda May, Grant Ward, or FitzSimmons. I only own the variation I have created off of this very popular idea.

I firstly must thank Neeeeeal who, as the author of Turn Back Time, has done such a very interesting a d lovely job on their story I wanted to give my attempt of it a go.

However, because I cannot find B.J. Britt's wiki page or his age, I'm going with Ward. But that's not the only reason. It's because with the Hydra plot, I see no room or logical way for this story to make sense. So... It's AUish. Ward isn't hydra. Yay! Because I really did love Ward.

Warning, MAY include Avengers.

Prologue

It had been two months, two long horrible months since the two senior agents had seen the rest of their team. Coulson was pacing the lounge on the Bus, May was hidden in the cockpit, like usual. Except they had been stationed at the Hub for six weeks, waiting in anticipation for some lead.

How did this happen? How did Coulson and May end up alone on a quiet plane, with their trouble makers no where in sight?

It was a sweltering August afternoon. The planes Air Conditioning was busted, so they had stationed themselves at a SHIELD air strip in Florida to get it repaired. The agents were told to leave the plane, as they couldn't live on it during the repairs. SHIELD graciously set them up in a local hotel, a hotel they had used many times over for under cover missions when it was called for. It was beachside, which Skye loved.

They had not been there for two days when it all went south. Coulson, finally able to place his feet on hard ground, had taken Lola for a spin. You didn't seriously believe he trusted the agents working on his plane to not touch Lola did you? May had gone to check on the progress of the Bus, leaving with Coulson as her ride. When they departed, they were aware of the teams' plans. Skye had convinced FitzSimmons to join her at the pool, only convincing them because she said they could run an analyzes on the pool water afterwards. Despite being on break, FitzSimmons were willing to do even the simplest of tasks to keep their brains active. And Ward, wanting nothing to do with the crowds at the pool, had decided to take advantage of their location and was going to go for a jog.

May and Coulson had left their team just in the middle of eating breakfast. And returning at 4:15 PM, they came back to the hotel room being trashed. There were bullet holes in the wall, the furniture was turned over with shattered silverware covering the tiles and carpet. The Tv's screen was shattered and laying haphazardly on the floor. Skye's laptop laid upside down on the carpet, open. An I.C.E.R. laid crushed on the floor, surrounded by the shattered glass of a window. There was obviously a struggle, their teams cell phones laid shattered with the I.C.E.R.

May had called the SHIELD air field while Coulson had called Hand. They packed up Skye's unbroken laptop, thank Thor, all the weapons that they had hidden in the room, the security tape and left. They didn't trust anything else, worried that they had tracers on them or sabotaged.

The little blood found on the carpet had been Ward's, and the moment the Bus was up and running May and Coulson had headed straight to the Hub on Hands orders. From there the investigation began. Whenever Hand or anyone there so much as hinted that the investigation would be stalled and delayed, Coulson was right on top of them.

They had no leads for 6 weeks and 4 days, everything led to dead ends. It was frustrating, for both of them. SHIELD's facial recognition app had identified one of the suspects in the video, Jonathan Nash. The others were masked, so it was impossible to track them. Immediately finding their suspect, they went looking for Jonathan Rivers, only for him to have disappeared completely off the face of the earth. They spent forever searching for him, and had spent a week interrogating him. He was the most stubborn son of a bitch May had ever met, until she couldn't take it anymore and bashed his face in twice as bad as she did Ian Quinn's.

Coulson had felt like a father figure to the younger agents, and now he knew exactly how a father felt when he lost his child for the first time in the mall or Disney Land. May on the other hand, despite being impossible to read, had felt worse than she did in Bahrain. May felt empty, she felt like she was missing something. She had no idea directly that it was link to their disappearance, she thought it was because she was no longer use to pure silence. She thought it was linked to Coulson's mood, as she had no idea how to help him.

Suddenly, the silence between them was broken by a phone ringing. For a moment, neither moved to answer it before Coulson turned it onto speaker phone.

"Coulson," He says, watching May as she entered the lounge.

"Coulson, it's Hand. Get to the Hub, we may have found your-"

"We're on our way!" Coulson interrupts, looking at May with pained relieve.

"Wait Coulson let me-" But Coulson had hung up, and the two agents had gone sprinting out of the plane.

Running through the Hub, Coulson and May immediately followed the line SHIELD doctors, agents and scientists. They tried to push through the crowd, as best as they could. But it was too thick, and May harshly shoved lower agents away clearing a small path for Coulson and herself. Coulson gasped, seeing a small streak of unmistakable light brown, curly hair.

"FITZ!" Coulson shouts, "FITZ! Let me through! Those are my agents!"

"Agent Coulson," Agent Hand's voice cut through the protests of other agents and stopped the two senior agents from following the doctors into the infirmary.

"You didn't let me finish on the phone Phil," Hand says.

"You can tell me after I've seen my agents," Coulson says, pushing his way to the infirmary hall window with May.

Both agents froze, laying on the cots were four individuals. But, they were small, and only one of them was awake. He had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, and looked a lot like Ward. He was awfully skinny though, and was fighting the doctors. He looked about eleven years old, and laying in the cot to his left him, was a small, younger boy with unruly light brown hair. Left to the younger boy was a girl his age with light brown hair. And the smallest little one of all was on eldest boy's right, with long, unruly, dark brown hair.

"Those aren't my agents." Coulson says turning to Hand.

"You didn't let me explain Coulson," Hand says.

Ehh, I couldn't resist or wait. If your confused, just PM me. But now, Agents Coulson and May have encountered the unexpected. Duh duh duh!

Ok, now for clarification, Ward is the oldest, then FitzSimmons, and finally little Skye. Please let me know if I should up the rating.