My friend has been pushing me to write an Agents of Shield since episode one. I have a fun rule I set for myself where I don't write fan fictions till the end of the first season in order to properly understand the characters and there behaviors, but this is an exception.
Enjoy!
Guns had been pointed at her before. They never scared her.
Bullets had been through her. They never hurt her.
Emotions had been present before. They killed her.
Coulson, May pleaded silently as she looked at him. The anger in his eyes were worse than knives. The fire in his words were worse than swords. His finger on the gun was what hurt her the most.
"It isn't me!" May screamed. She looked around carefully. Two bullets were in Fitz's lab door. Coulson had what he claimed to be a real gun pouted at her. Sky held one gun too, except hers was shaking slightly; fractionally.
Coulson, May begged again. Coulson gritted his teeth.
"Put down the gun, May. And kick it to the stairs."
Her eyes betrayed her like they always had.
Coulson, May pleaded for the last time. She did what she was told. Coulson came down the stairs and gave commands. May could hear herself saying she could help, but Coulson didn't trust her. Fitz and Skye looked confused.
May was the mother of the ship. All she could see was the gun Coulson had hold of and the youngsters she started referring to as her children. Of course they were only her children in the private thoughts of her brain, but her children nonetheless.
Coulson was the father of the ship. All he could think of was his finger on the trigger. He was dared. Not because he thought May was giving inside information to the Clairvoyant, but because he wasn't afraid to pull the trigger.
When Mother and Father fight,
Coulson blinked once and pulled the trigger.
The Children don't know what is right.