Day 2! Wow I'm really glad you guys are enjoying it so far! I'll try to keep up as much as possible but these next two days I'll be a wreck cause I'll be so nervous to see the cast list for the winter play Friday. Any who be sure to send in your thoughts and maybe a prompt?

Prompt: Continuation of Chapter One

Impeccable Timing

She runs her fingers over the photo with a small smile. At some point Daisy had gotten out her phone and snapped a picture of her and Phil lying on the ice. It really was a good picture. For once his lips were graced with a true smile. Caught mid laugh.

"Hey." She jumps turning the phone off quickly. "You ready for that hot chocolate?"

"I'm always ready."

He sets up the items he needs with surprising celerity. "Do you remember when I first made these for you?"

A smile tugs at the corner of her lips, "How can I forget?"

She spins gracefully on the ice landing with a sharp crack on the ice. The cold wind stings her exposed cheeks as she twists on the ice. Hair flies behind her tucked into a long pony tail.

She had been released on break from the Academy. She could have left and gone home to see her parents but they were still in their divorce stage, it was easier when they weren't fighting in her ear the whole time. Besides if she had gone home she wouldn't have discovered this hidden jewel.

On her early jog through the woods she stumbled across the frozen lake, just sturdy enough to hold her own weight. So she gathered her stuff and headed out here. She needed to clear her mind and as far as she knew there was nobody to spar with. So she came out here to skate.

"Hey!"

A voice pulls her from her thoughts bringing her to a screeching halt. She spins to spy a figure dashing towards her at full speed. He slides across the ice tackling sending them both crashing into the nearest snow pile as the spot where she had been standing crumples.

"You ought to be more careful." He says sitting up.

"Thanks." She sits up untying her skates not daring to meet her savior's eyes.

"Did I hurt you?"

She doesn't answer as she slips her boots on standing

"I'm sorry I'm Phil Coulson. I go to the school over here. I was taking a jog and I saw you and you are really good and I saw the ice crack with your last spin and I promise I wasn't watching. Wow, that sounded creepy. I mean I"

"May. I'm Melinda May." She interrupts with a small smile. "And you talk too much."

"I'm sorry maybe I could make it up to you." He offers. "Let me make you some hot chocolate back at my dorm."

"Okay."

"Really?" His eyes brighten with surprise drawing a laugh from her lips, "I mean, right, of course. Follow me."

"I still say you were the one that made that ice crumble when you ran out on it." She jokes lightly.

"I saved your life." He defends handing her a mug topped with swirled whipped cream and a stick of cinnamon sticking out of the side.

"I'm able to handle myself."

"You proved that and more at our first sparring session."

"I still can't believe I had you pinned before a minute." She chuckles.

"Hand to hand has never been my strong suit."

"You got better."

"I had a good partner." His eyes sparkle with his smile.

"Had?"

"Well I actually have a question for you."

"And that is?" She raises her head, one eyebrow arched in confusion.

"Will you be my next in line?"

"Phil…" Her smile fades her walls sliding up once again.

"Mel you and I both know I won't be here forever. With Ward and Hydra or with the

inhumans we don't know what will happen. Besides there will eventually need to be a back up. Say one day something were to happen. What would happen to SHIELD? It would crumble and"

"Phil!" She cuts off. It was probably the loudest she had been in a while. It works too. Phil's mouth snaps shut and silence fills the room. "I can't lose you too just… Don't talk like that okay?"

"Okay. But just give me an answer."

"Phil…"

"Fine, fine. Then don't say you'll be my backup. You'll be my advisor. You can stop me from making a stupid decision."

"Okay. I'll do it."

"You will?"

She nods in confirmation with a small smile. He takes her hand squeezing it lightly. The room fills with a comfortable silence as she watches Phil work. He moves with practiced ease around the kitchen almost as if it had always been his own. Her heart aches a little as her mind wanders. If life had been a little easier on the two of them this could have been them every day. Phil dancing around the kitchen with a gold band around his finger. Maybe small footsteps pattering across the kitchen as he lifted a smaller version of him to help him stir the batter.

No. What was she doing? This was her partner. Her colleague…

She dives into her hot chocolate trying to focus on anything other than the what ifs. What ifs were dangerous… What ifs created ridiculous thoughts and painful heart aches.

It wasn't long before the smell of chocolate chip cookies drifts through the air but she's too far gone to even think about that.

"Penny for your thoughts?" She jumps at the realization that not only is he staring at her but at some point he had taken up the space in front of her. She's usually more perceptive than this. Flour powders his cheeks from where he had carelessly swiped a hand across his cheeks. Sweat beads on his forehead from slaving over the oven.

"I'm just thinking…"

"About?"

"The what ifs…"

"What kind of what ifs?" He inquires.

"What if we hadn't joined SHIELD like we had planned once we got out of the Academy? What if we had settled down like we had planned?"

"What stopped us?"

"Fear…"

"Are you still afraid?" She's unsure when they had gotten as close as he had.

"Terrified." She whispers. Before they have the chance to close the distance a loud beep pulls her away. "Your cookies are done." She states when he doesn't make a move.

"You've always liked them a little overdone." He whispers. He leans forwards brushing her lips against his. For the second time that day the time seems to stop. Soft lips brush against hers as she moves her hand to cup his jaw line. Her thumb brushes the grainy surface coating his cheeks. His hand moves to brush her hair pushing it away from her face gently.

A flash pulls them away from each other.

"Got it!" A young voice exclaims from the doorway.

"Daisy!"

"I'm sorry! I smelled the cookies and it was just a perfect photo! I couldn't resist."

A smile dances on her lips once again as she pulls away from the Director. "Why don't you go get the rest of them and tell them to cookies are ready?"

The girl rushes off with a smile and a nod. Laughter bubbles on her lips as she covers her mouth.

"She has impeccable timing." She laughs at his statement.

"That she does…"