Hiya everyone! This is my newest installment to AOS, as I like to call it! This is just a funny lighthearted story that I really wanted to do, because I seriously love this entire team! This will most likely be a one shot, but if I get good feedback and people want me to expand it, I might do just that. BTW, if anyone wants me to make a story for either AOS, The Avengers, or Thor, feel free to pm me that you want a story of one. Anyway, here it is.Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Agents of SHIELD, even though I would really, really like to! I only own the story itself.
"Skye! Focus!" Ward barked at me for what seemed like the fifteenth time that day. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" I mumbled. "Now, follow my lead." he said. I sighed, rolled my eyes, but did what he did. I was crouched down low behind a pile of sandbags, pistol in my hand. The blaring heat beat down on me constantly, and it made me wish that I was back on the bus where we had air conditioning and food and water...water. That sounded so good right now.. oh, that's right, I'm supposed to be focusing and following Ward now. He looked quickly over the sand bag to see if there were any enemies from the opposing team. "Let's go." he said, and I followed him in a frog walk. When we got to the edge, he poked out his head again, and a bullet slung past his face. "They found us!" he swore. I laughed and he looked at me incredulously. "It's just paintball! Stop taking it so seriously!" He turned to face me head on now, his expression serious as could be. "This is not just some paintball game. Winner of this game gets bragging rights and Fitzsimmons new robot." "Oh yeah, because that is some serious stuff right there, Agent Ward." He cracked a smile, and turned from Agent Ward to Grand just like that.
"ATTACK!" someone from the other team shouted from in front of us. I screamed so loud that even if they didn't know where we were before, they defiantly knew now. There was the sound of splattering paint on the sandbags, and the sound of running footsteps from behind us. I shot around and got ready to defend myself, but it was just Simmons, screaming bloody murder with Fitz right behind her, shooting at random. I started laughing and Grant turned around and shot him square in the chest, knocking him over from surprise. I laughed even harder by the time Jemma reached us.
"What are we going to do?" she shouted frantically. "We're going to find cover somewhere else." Ward announced, and stood up, only to come right back down, with bullets shooting past him. "Or maybe not." Simmons said. "BOO!" I screamed and turned once again. There was Coulson, gun ready in hand. We were all frozen in time it seems, because no one made an effort to move. "I'm outta here!" I yelled and sprinted into the other side of the course, taking cover behind a big bag.
I was now separated from my team, with no one to cover my 6, and I realized then just how much I needed Grant at that moment. I had no clue what to do. I didn't think that anyone knew where I was, so I could just take cover here until my team found me. I decided I would do that, and sat down on the dusty ground, and noticed a rifle placed right next to me. It was much better than a pistol, so I traded it out and put my paintballs in it. Just then, my phone started blaring out the lyrics, 'I'm blue da ba de da ba da." "Crap!" I yelled, yanking my phone out of my pocket. "What?!" I said irritably. "Where are you?" asked a frantic Grant. "I have absolutely no clue in the world as to where I am right now!" "Well what do your surroundings look like?" "Dirt!" I yelled. I heard him sigh the famous Grant Ward sigh. "Skye I mean what specifically does it look like?" I poked my head from around the bag, and a loud phink responded. "I see red!" I yelled. "What?" "I see red! Agent May just got me right square in the face." "Ah, I know where you are now." he said, suppressing a snicker. "Be there in a sec." And he hung up.
Well, she hit me, there was nothing I could do about that, but I could get sweet, sweet revenge, and that was exactly what I planned on doing. I poked my head up from the bag, and saw May, strolling in between sandbags like she didn't have a care in the world. I put my rifle on top of the bag, and sighted in for her. She heard a noise, turned, and that gave me my chance. I let four of my paintballs fly, two of which hit the back of her head, changing her hair from black to green just like that. I snickered, and saw that my shots had given Grant enough time to ambush her. I guess this was my time to attack as well.
Grant had already delivered a good three shots to her, and for each one she shot, he shot three more. This was just comical now. He didn't even need my help! I saw May put her hands up, clearly saying she surrendered. One down, three to go. She was now officially out of the game, and all she could do now would be watch and laugh. As Grant walked towards me, I spotted Simmons, looking extremely scared and lost. "Simmons!" I whisper shouted. She didn't move a muscle. "Simmons!" I repeated, this time louder. She looked up and saw us, and her face brightened up. "Get over here now!" I whispered frantically. She quickly ran over to me. "What in the bloody name happened to you?!" she yelled frantically, pointing to my face mask. "The Calvary, Simmons, The Calvary." I replied, shaking my head in a tragic fashion.
"What are we going to do now?" Simmons asked. "I'll tell ya what we're going to do." Grant replied, looking like he was about to wreak havoc. "I know that face," I said, pointing to him, "and nothing good has ever come from it." All he did was smile at me and begin to explain the plan.
The not so serious Agents of SHIELD-The not so serious Agents of Shield-The not so serious Agents of Shield
I was the second to last standing. The second to last standing, against Fitz of all people on both teams. How did it happen? From Wards' beautiful plan, of course. He had a plan, and, true to Ward style, it was to attack. But not just any normal attack; I mean the full out wild savage 'I'm going to rip your head off and eat it for dinner' attack. Apparently, Fitz and Coulson were thinking exactly the same thing. We had on our war paint and Ward had ripped off his shirt and tied it around his head as we put on mud war paint. As soon as we started running with a cry of 'For SHIELD!', Simmons went down with three shots to the chest. Grant's plan wasn't the most subtle, and Coulson, of course, had noticed, and he didn't take any time at all eliminating her. We both tried to help her, but she insisted that we 'Go without me! Save yourselves!' So we did, and found cover before either Fitz or Coulson could hit us.
"Well what do we do now, Mr. Man With A Seriously Awful Plan?" I asked. He sucked in a large breath. "We fight to the last man!" he yelled, and popped up from that sandbag so fast I thought for sure he was going to have whiplash. Very long story short, with cursing not included, Ward managed to hit Coulson multiple times before Fitz started attacking him too. After only a few minutes, we were the only two left standing.
Now the rest of the team stood watching us, neither of us knowing what to really do. That was, of course, until I heard my wonderful SO yell, "Skye! Pull it together and do to him what May did to you!" And that just sent me off the edge. I sent three paintballs Fitzs' way, two of which hit him, one of which hit the bag he used as cover. He wore a look of utter shock on his face until he realized what was going on, and that my SO was right; this was war.
With a new look of determination on his face, he tried to shoot me multiple times, but remembering some of my SO's training, I was able to duck and even fire four more rounds at him before we both figured out we were getting nowhere really super fast. We would have to come face to face, and fight it off without cover.
As if on cue, we both slowly inched out from behind our bags. We were about 3 feet away from each other when he finally saw my face mask, and he busted out laughing. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Courtesy of yours truly." I said as I waved my gun in May's direction. When he didn't stop laughing, I realized this was my chance. My chance to win for once and for all. And that's just what I was going to do.
I quickly disarmed him of his pistol, and when he looked up and saw both of my guns pointed to him, he understood what I was about to do. "Oh no." he said in his thick Scottish accent. "Oh, but yes, little Fitzy!" I said. And the chase began. He was fast, I'll give you that, but I had much more experience under my belt from Ward, and I knew how to get him to stop. I steered him to where the group was standing, all of them waiting for my next move. But Ward knew exactly why I had come here. Ward technically wasn't in the game anymore, and he had been relieved of his weapon. But there was no rule in the paintball handbook that said he couldn't hold Fitz still.
In no time at all, he had Fitz completely disarmed in all ways possible. I opened fire, pelting him with a spray of blue. But in the very midst of it, there was a hit to my leg. I looked down to see fresh red paint, and looked to Fitz to see that May had given him her pistol. "Not fair, May!" I shouted as the war continued. "Well Ward helped you, why can't I help Fitz?" "Because it's not the same thing!" I yelled back as Fitz somehow managed to escape and tackle me and start to shoot rapidly. We were both getting soaked with paint, but neither of us was planning to give up any time soon. That was until I shoved him off me, and got him five times right in the face. He was as blind as a bat now, and there was nothing he could do but surrender. "Alright, alright, I give up!" he shouted ripping off his mask and putting his hands up.
I had won! I really had! Through everything, I came out on top! I couldn't believe it, and apparently Ward couldn't either, because he suddenly came and picked me up in a gigantic bear hug while ripping off my mask and kissing me on the cheek with a loud 'mmwwaaa!' sound. I could feel the blush creeping onto my cheeks as he set me down, and we all laughed about what happened. I had already started my bragging rights, dancing around in the other teams' faces, reminding them that I was the official paintball queen. Fitzsimmons presented me with the robot, a small thing that was much like a dog. It followed me around and was infuriatingly annoyingly cute, so I named it SO after Ward. It was much like a pet, and it could also run around and remind people that, "Skye won the game and you didn't!" Oh, how I was so going to use this against May, Fitz, and Coulson.
So how did you all like it? I had to add a little Skyeward stuff in there because really, how can you not love those two? Anyway, let me know what you thought, and if you want me to do another chapter, and make this into a series of oneshots. If you all do want me to continue this, I would love to hear your ideas for future chapters. And one last thing, did anyone see the very end of the latest episode, Repairs? Hint hint for next (possible) chapter. Have a great Thanksgiving!