A/N: Why hello there people who actually read the author notes! I love the show Agents of SHIELD, and I got really excited when I got the idea for my fanfic for it. I'm really sorry if I don't update often, but the story isn't over until I tell you guys it is. Trust me, this is not a one-shot. If you guys like this one, I'm also working on a regular Avengers fanfic so you can check that out too! Not trying to self advertise just giving a suggestion. RxR would be great so I can improve.

It had been a long day. The remaining agents of SHIELD, including Agent Coulson, May, Skye, and Fitzsimmons, were on the bus, headed to the secret base that Fury had given them coordinates to before he left, leaving Coulson to rebuild SHIELD from where they were currently, which was pretty much the bottom.

They landed at the secret base, nicknamed the Playground, and started healing, training, and preparing for whatever was to come. They all got badges and passed through orientation, and were free to roam the base, except for an area for only Security Level 10 agents could access, meaning Coulson. Everyone else was only level 8, so their badges couldn't open the giant metal door that looked like it was plucked straight out of some bank heist movie with bolts and a spinning wheel lock. The whole shebang.

They were all given rooms to sleep. Not bunks or six-feet-by-three-feet sections with a cot and one window, but full rooms. Rooms with queen-sized beds, a desk, couch, tv, computer, full bathrooms, a mini fridge, the works.

They were all assigned their own room, but Fitz and Simmons slept in the same room on many occasions. It wasn't because they were having sex, but rather that they found comfort in each other, and after being trapped at the bottom of the ocean, they both needed comfort. No one really knew what had happened when they were at the bottom of the ocean, but when Fitz was stabilized and woke up, Simmons kissed him without missing a beat, and Fitz gladly kissed her back. After Fitz had recovered to being able to get out of his bed, Simmons had basically made it her life mission to be by Fitz for the rest of his recovery if he needed support, which he did. She fully utilized the spacious area in his room to store medical supplies in case something happened to him.

Of course, even though their rooms were amazing, the team didn't really spend any time in them. They were always training, preparing, repairing, rebuilding, and recovering. Not just physically, and not just Fitzsimmons. Everyone had to mentally recover from the resurface of Hydra, as well as the betrayal of Ward.

Skye had the worst time with that one. Instead of dealing with it, she just distracted herself with other things. She trained with May to work on her strength, reflexes, strategies, and everything else May could teach her. Which, as it turns out, was a lot. They met every day at about 6:30, May being slightly against the late start, but Skye insisted.

They would train on body, combat, and Skye's favorite, weapons. There was an advert stress release from Skye firing a gun that made her smile a bit. But, even more when she started hitting the target center consistently. With the firearms, she learned knives, and archery, which Skye picked up pretty quickly, and became very skilled, very fast.

"You keep that up," May said after Skye shot five target centers with five arrows from a hundred away, "you'll be as good as Barton in a year or so."

Skye smiled and walked up to the covered area of the range where May was standing and where the arrows were. "You really think so?"

May smirked a bit. "Yes Skye. You have amazing potential with ranged weapons. You pick it all up fairly quickly."

"Thanks, May." Skye said, touched by May's compliment, "Hey, listen, Coulson wanted me back to try it see if we can find Ward. You know, so we can take him in and get some... stress release."

They started walking back to Skye's lab where everything she used and needed was placed and organized how she wanted it. She was really happy about having her own office, because it felt more real for her than just wherever she was working on the bus.

They got to Skye's office where Coulson was already standing. They walked to him, and he almost immediately scrunched his nose.

"What is that smell?" He said waving the air in front of his face.

"Sorry AC," Skye said, grabbing a towel from a shelf by the door and wiping her face, "we were training. But I'm here, so what do you need?"

"For you to take a shower. Please." He said taking a step back.

Skye smiled, put the towel around her neck, and walked to her room to get clean and out of her workout clothes.

While she was showering, Coulson and May started talking about where Ward may be after the defeat of Hydra. The hadn't found anything yet, but Coulson was having Skye do a weekly check for anything that could help find him.

No one wanted go find him as much as Skye did. Not only because she wanted to test her new skills on his face, but she missed him. She hated the idea of missing him because she didn't miss him, she missed his persona. The fake Ward she thought she knew. Not the monster that he truly was.

Every time Ward came to her mind she mentally smacked herself. After her shower she did the check of the week for facial recognition, credit card charges, cameras, ATMs, everything, and again, nothing surfaced. She figured he would have gotten a fake name by now so the credit card charges wasn't really that useful, but the fact that no camera ever caught his face ever was astonishing to her.

She finished the search, reported to Coulson that she found nothing again, and he didn't look surprised. She went to the lab to find Fitzsimmons working hard on building a machine to fire small capsules of nitrous oxide but remote controlled from a distance away. They were jabbering on to each other about something about chemicals and gears, when they noticed Skye standing at the door and stopped.

"Hello Skye," Simmons said in her usual perky voice, "how are you today?"

Skye walked through the door with her hands in her front pockets. "Good. How are you two doing?"

Fitz rolled his eyes. "I'm find but for some reason Simmons won't believe me and won't stop hounding me about it."

Simmons turned on her heels to face him. "Excuse me for caring about you. I almost lost you once. I'm not about to do it again."

Fitz smiled at his girlfriend. He walked forward to her, and kissed her. He put his hands on her face, but she couldn't put her hands on him because of the gloves she was wearing.

It was a sweet kiss, but it made Skye think of her kiss with Ward, and she got awkward. "Well, you two have fun. I'm going to bed."

They stopped and turned to her.

"Well," Simmons said, stripping her groves off her hands, "have a good night then, Skye. I'm done here off the night, and I think I'll turn in soon as well."

"That sounds like a wonderful idea Jemma," Fitz chimed in, "I think I'll do that as well."

Great," Skye said while they looked at each other with a sparkle in both of their eyes, "then I'm gonna go now."

Skye started walking away when she heard Simmons voice shout out. "Have a good night Skye!"