A/N: Based off a picture I saw on Pinterest. Enjoy!

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"Are you sure about this?" They seemed to freeze, the reality of what they were doing becoming heavy at Jemma's words.

"So now you start doubting it?" Fitz shot back, glancing at her from his position with a dorky smile.

"I mean, we could get in a loooot of trouble." Daisy replied, although the fact that she was playing on her phone took away the seriousness of her words. She leaned casually against the door, feeling rebellious just at the action.

"He's going to kill all of us." Mack shook his head with a frown. He watched them move around and get into position, all the while shaking his head.

"What are you all doing?" They froze, faces flushed and ice running through their hearts in fear. Each of them slowly turned to look at May, who was watching them with one raised eyebrow.

Daisy stood erect, her butt now off the driver side car door. Fitz tried to get out of the passenger seat, but stumbled and was just barely caught by Jemma, who had been leaning against the passenger door. Mack sat on the trunk, boot-clad feet resting in the seats, not even trying to make a run for it.

"Why are you messing with Lola?" May rested her hands on her hips, waiting expectantly for an explanation.

They looked to one another, unsure of how best to proceed.

"We-we wanted to take a picture in it-her. You know, to send to Coulson." Jemma stuttered out.

"We just thought-well we-" Daisy couldn't think of a good explanation, not with the way May was frowning at them.

Melinda said nothing for a moment, which made them grow more and more anxious as each second ticked by.

"Hey Anderson!" she called out to an agent, who was unloading several crates into the garage. The kids watched her, unsure of what she was doing.

"Yes ma'am?" The agent came over.

"Daisy, your phone?"

"W-what?" Said girl looked up, startled at having been addressed.

"Your phone." May looked over at her, palm outstretched expectantly. When Daisy hesitated, she sighed. "You wanted a picture right?"

Daisy looked to the others and nodded furiously, handing her phone eagerly to the agent.

"Take a photo, will you?" May handed it to him. She then looked back over to the kids and said with a smirk, "I call shotgun."

As much as the newly-appointed Director Coulson hated airports, the thing he actually hated was standing in line. Now that he was jetsetting across the world, recruiting, he found himself in way too many airports to count. As the attendant began calling rows, he stood from his spot and grabbed his bag to join his fellow passengers in the boarding line. Deep in his pocket, he felt his phone vibrate.

With a frown, he lifted out his cell and opened an attachment, sent to him by May. She was the only one, besides Bill Keonig, who had his direct line.

He opened it, and was at first a little confused as to why they thought sitting in Lola was okay.

However, he found himself smiling. And why shouldn't he? What with Jemma and Daisy leaning casually against the side of the car, Melinda in the driver's seat, Fitz in the passenger side and Mack sitting on the truck, all beaming back at him with goofy, middle-of-laughter smiles.

It made his heart ache, and he fought every instinct to run out of the airport and join them at home for a movie night. He only had one more trip, a few more days until he got to see them again.

He could forgive them sitting in his car. He missed them too damn much to care.

Come home soon. -M