Author's Note: I have been working on this collection for a very long time and I finally think I have enough to start publishing. At the moment, they're planned as an alphabet collection - you know, this chapter starts with A, next will be B... you're smart people so you can extrapolate from there. Although I have nearly all of the letters planned out already, I love getting ideas/requests, so don't be shy about sending me a PM.

These Marvel moments are going to span the entire MCU - Captain America to Endgame and further. I'll note each chapters setting and rating in the title at the beginning of the chapter (see below in bold). I really hope that you enjoy them - I've had so much fun writing them.

~S

Ask Fitzsimmons - Agents of SHIELD Season 1, Post-Episode 9 (Rating K)

"Fitzsimmons, what's the flag of Lesotho look like?"
"Tha's the green and blue one, right? Wi' the funny black hat on the white stripe in the middle."
"Only since 2006 though. Before that it was the flag from their military coup in the 1980s - same colours, different pattern, and the symbol was a shield and feathered spear."
"Great, thanks."
"Yep."
"Sure."
Skye scowled and walked out of the lab to where Coulson was polishing Lola.
"What was that about?"
"I'm trying to find something that they don't know. I've been trying different types of trivia but I'm serious, AC, I think they know everything."
"They're smart. But they don't know everything, Skye."
"Oh yeah? On Thursday I asked them what the forty-fifth book in the Nancy Drew series is and Fitz answered before I was done asking the question."
"That's - okay yeah, that's a little unexpected. But there has to be something they don't know."
Skye's face brightened. "It would be easier to find something if I had help."
"I'm not going to participate in undermining the self-confidence of members of my team."
"Self-confidence, please, they're both plenty confident."
"I wasn't talking about them."
"Hey - rude!"

"I'm tellin' you, they're conspirin' now. Skye and her weird trivia questions are bein' backed by all the rest o'them too. Simmons, we're gonna lose."
Simmons gave a longsuffering sigh from her perch on the counter as she squinted closer at her tablet. "Fitz, it isn't a competition. And I highly doubt that Agent May or Coulson or Ward don't have better things to do than help Skye find questions that we -"
"Fitzsimmons?"
"In here!"
"Oh great," Ward's head appeared around the door, "do either of you know what temperature I should use to bake gingerbread cookies?"
"350 Fahrenheit for 10-12 minutes." Both chorused.
"Okay, thanks."
But he sounded a bit grumpy as he disappeared and, as the door closed, Fitz spun back, both eyebrows raised at Simmons as she threw her hands in the air. "Okay, so perhaps they're helping her. What do you suggest that we do?"

Coulson walked into the kitchen to get a snack and was surprised to find half of the team there already, May chopping vegetables while Ward leaned against the half-wall drinking from a mug and Skye typed away at a tablet that she clutched to her chest for a second before relaxing. "Oh good, it's just you. Okay, May, what did you ask them?"
"How many pounds of force does it take to stop a fully-grown male rhino going at full speed?"
"Ouch. Why is that something you know?"
"May! You're in on this?"
May just shrugged as he gaped at her, the ghost of a smile on her face. "I'm curious."
"Besides, AC, May's got the best chance of finding something that they don't know, since she's loaded with kick-butt know-how and neither of them can kick anyone's butt. Well, Simmons could probably kick Fitz's butt but that's half because he wouldn't even try to beat her."
Ward snorted into his mug and Coulson just frowned between the three of them, trying to figure out if he was feeling more amused, exasperated, curious, or - what, exactly.
"You sure you don't want to help, AC? I have a list of good questions you could use."
She held her tablet out for him to see and, against his better judgement, he took it, raising an eyebrow at the title of the page. "Ask Fitzsimmons?"
"Yeah, it's like a game show."
Shaking his head, he pushed the tablet back into her hands. "No, no, this is not how you build team morale. This is how you create factions."
"AC, I think you're letting this get you too worked up. It's just a harmless, non-competitive - uh, experiment - between friends. They like experiments. And they don't even know we've got this going."
"I guarantee they're smart enough to figure it out."
Shaking his head, he reached over May's head to grab a box of crackers and left them to it, making his way downstairs. Checking casually behind him, he walked into the lab, closing the door behind him. Both scientists turned as one to look at him, eyebrows raised expectantly. "Sir?"
"Yeah, I saw the questions. Ready?"
"Ready."
Fitz grinned like a madman as he typed down all the questions, starring the ones that they didn't automatically know the answers to - Coulson noticed it wasn't many.
"That's all that they showed me, but I think Skye came up with most of those so it still leaves a lot of possibilities from Ward and May."
"That's all right, they're both cut from the same cloth. Skye is more unpredictable anyway, so having her questions helps a great deal. Thank you, Sir. But, can I ask, why are you helping us and not them?"
Coulson grinned as he hefted one of Fitz's new guns. "I could never resist pranking May."