"Look, I'm sorry team, but Fury assigned us with this task. All we have to do is take them to their mission location, and then drop them off at the nearest base when they're done. Knowing Barton and Romanoff, they'll get everything finished in a matter of hours. At most they'll be here two days," Coulson explained to his team.

Fitz and Simmons wore different expressions; Fitz looked annoyed; Simmons looked nervous. Agent May, as usual, looked like she could care less as long as no one bothered her. Ward wore a stunned look, torn between excitement, and anxiety. Skye was trying really hard not to scream.

"The Tony Stark, is coming here? Iron Man? Is coming here?" she breathed. Coulson smiled.

"Uh, sir? If it is only Agents Barton and Romanoff's mission, then why are the rest of the Avengers coming?" asked Fitz, clearly not looking forward to the arrival of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s most destructive team.

"They're all coming for back up, and to see me," explained Coulson, puffing his chest out slightly at the last words. "Now go get ready. They load in twenty minutes. I want all of you to go to the surveillance room and watch them load, and when they're each in their own room, you will go to your assigned Avenger and help them get comfortable, okay?"

Coulson's team nodded, and then slowly made their way to the surveillance room.

"So who'd everyone get?" Skye asked, settling herself in a chair in front of the video screen.

"I got Agent Barton," said Fitz, watching as a few stray agents wandered around the 'bus.'

"Hawkeye right?" Skye asked. Fitz nodded.

"I got Thor. I heard he is sometimes kind of clueless, but he has huge muscles, so I don't care. But do you think that he is dumb? I mean, he is the God of Thunder," Skye explained.

Fitz and Simmons shrugged.

"I received the name of Agent Romanoff, or better known as, The Black Widow," Simmons said aloud.

Ward snorted. Skye, Fitz, and Simmons turned to face him.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, it's just that Barton and Romanoff are pretty dangerous. They can murder anyone with a thumbtack fifty different ways, and are practically killing machines. I don't know why Coulson stuck them with you."

"Well maybe it's because he knew your ego would make them want to kill you." Fitz and Simmons laughed at Skye's remark.

"Ward is just mad because he didn't get put with Agent Barton. Barton was, and still is, his idol," Agent May slipped in, speaking for the first time in hours.

Skye, Fitz and Simmons cracked up as Ward blushed and muttered "Is not."

"So who were you assigned to?" Skye asked him.

"Bruce Banner. Glad I got him; I heard he's the quiet one."

Simmons whispered something to Skye and Fitz, and all three of them began laughing hysterically. Ward silenced them with a look.

"So, Agent May, you either got The First Avenger, or the one and only, Tony Stark," stated Skye.

May shot her a stern look, but replied "Tony Stark."

Skye immediately began yelling "Oh, please, please, please switch with me! Please, May, please!"

May shared a grim look with Ward before saying "We have our orders and Coulson has his reasons; so, no."

"But," whimpered Skye.

"No," said Ward firmly.

Skye shrunk in her seat, glaring at Ward and May.

"Here they come!" yelled Fitz after several minutes of tense silence. All five of them looked up as the six Avengers boarded the plane.

"Holy crap, those are the Avengers!" squealed Skye.

Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton led the team, walking confidently side by side, having memorized the layout of the plane before arriving. Next came Coulson, chatting animatedly to Steve Rogers, who was trying his best not to look uncomfortable due to the fact that this man seemed to know everything about him. Bruce Banner walked in with his face buried in his latest research, looking up occasionally to make sure he wasn't going to run into anything. Finally, Tony Stark strutted in, a huge mischievous grin plastered on his face, with Thor beside him looking amused and stupefied.

"Wow," breathed Simmons, her eyes huge as she watched the super heroes entering the plane.