Hey guys! Here's the first prompt based upon some musings of my partner in crime and I in which the family goes skating and Mack looks like a ballerina on ice XD

Angel On Ice

Phil Coulson has made a lot of questionable decisions in his life. Monologuing to a hologram? Questionable. Plucking a hackivist off the streets and throwing her into the world of SHIELD? Questionable. But this had definitely taken the cake on one of his craziest ideas yet.

He had told his team that they were tracking another inhuman. The air in the car was tense as it is. He had taken a truck on purpose to fit all of the team inside. The others didn't need to know what was going on, at least not yet.

The air was heavy in the vehicle. Bobbi, Hunter, Mack and Fitz lined up one side while the other contained Hunter, Simmons, Lincoln, and Daisy. The two inhumans chatted quietly in the back, the only noise that was filling the truck was Daisy's occasional laughter. Mack sits across from the two with his arms crossed across this chest, looking almost like an overprotective big brother. Hunter seemed almost off in another world while Bobbi kept a careful eye on him. Then there was Fitzsimmons who wouldn't even look each other in the eye. However the one that concerned him the most was the one that had taken the passenger seat next to him. Melinda May often wore an expression of a blank stare, sometimes a smirk if lucky. The Melinda next to him would be no different if it weren't for the look in her eyes.

Being with her since their Academy days taught Phil a thing or two about reading the mysterious woman given the title of the Cavalry. Her eyes always betrayed her true emotions. When she would tease him, mirth would sparkle behind her eyes. When she was behind a particularly good prank, say somehow parking Lola on the roof of a fifteen story apartment building, her eyes would crinkle slightly giving away the small smile tugging at her lips. Now that she's sad the faraway look in her eyes gives her away easily. It's as if she isn't totally next to him. Just her body sitting next to him.

He pulls aside parking, jolting May from whatever reverie she was once in.

"Hey DC are we here?" Daisy calls from the back.

"Yeah go ahead and climb out."

The crew climbs out the back surveying the space. The place was desolate besides them, a large building stood in front of them towering over the group.

"A hockey rink?" Mack voices from the back.

"That's where I got the signal from."

"As long as we're not going to be on the ice." Lance voices from the back, "I'm about as coordinated on ice as Bambi." The statement earned him a few strange looks from the others and an eye roll from his specialist. "What? Bob showed me it when we were married."

The short shake of the blonde's head debunked his statement with a small smirk.

Daisy leads the way followed by the rest of them. The stadium stretched with ice, clearly used but not in a while.

"Coulson this place is empty." Fitz brings up the obvious with nods from others.

"I know."

This earns a glare from his colleagues. He had a history of lying, always for the better of the team.

"We, as a team, are falling apart. May you can't get near Hunter without wanting to break his arm." A confirmation nod from Hunter punctuates the sentence. "Mack you can't stop glaring at Lincoln. Fitzsimmons can't even look at each other for heaven's sake!"

"So what are we doing here?" Daisy asks.

"We're taking the day off." It had been so long since one of those for him. At least since

that hotel so long ago… Even that didn't last long. "We're going to go ice skating."

"Dammit." Lance curses.

Coulson pulls pairs of skates for each one of the members. Daisy gives him an excited hug rushing out onto the ice. The girl wasn't an expert but she shows she knows her way around. The younger girl's enthusiasm is contagious as slowly the other trickle out onto the ice. Bobbi pulls a shaky Lance behind her. It was almost comical to watch the grown man hit the ice with a litter of profanities. Mack shows surprising skill on the ice for his size as opposed to Lincoln who shakes every now and again pulling Daisy down every now and again with fits of giggles. Even Fitzsimmons came out skating quietly along the walls, their hands joined. It was a step in the right direction.

"You did good Coulson. Though you shouldn't have lied." A voice says from behind him.

"I'd say it was a nice surprise."

"How'd you manage this?"

"Let's just say Stark owed me a favor."

"Stark? But he thinks you're dead."

"Word gets out when you're the director of SHIELD." He turns to look at the woman behind him. Her hair was tied back in a neat pony tail, light makeup coats her face. The previous sadness still lingers though amusement is in the mix now. Always a battle inside her own mind. "Are you going to go skate?"

Silence answers his as her eyes linger on the ice.

"Please?"

A smile tweeks at her lips a familiar spark appearing in her eyes. "Only if you make your famous hot chocolate once we get back to the base."

"With cinnamon?"

"And whipped cream."

"Of course."

"Fine." She sits lacing her skates before carefully sliding out onto the ice. He slides out after her watching as she cruises her way to the center. She starts small with a few small spins, slowly her previous skill begins to shine through. She is as graceful on the ice as she is in the battle. Fighting invisible enemies she twists and turns bending her body to gravity's will, blissfully unaware of the crowd she's attracted.

Suddenly it's as if he's back in his academy days catching this graceful, yet silent beauty gliding across the ice for the first time. He didn't even know he was drifting forwards until it was too late.

The crash is rather painful as he hits the ice flat on his back while his coworker lands on top of him. Time seems to freeze for a few seconds. Her cheeks are flushed from the harsh cold. Strands of soft dark hair slipped from the restraints of the pony tail tickling his cheeks. A small smile graces her lips teeth shining. She looks… beautiful.

Applause takes them both by surprise as the moment is suddenly broken.

"Well now you owe me chocolate chip cookies too."

A smile flashes across his lips as he nods. "Of course."