I said it would be soon! This is like my record time for updating. If you read any of my other fics then you'll know how bad I am!
Agent Grant Ward, one of the greatest spies alive, found himself faced with the most complexing challenge of his life: what to get Melinda May for Christmas. She hardly spoke or smiled, leaving everyone clueless as to what she actually liked. But there was one person who knew her…
"Sir, can I speak with you for a moment?" Ward poked his head into Coulson's office. He still couldn't understand why Coulson insisted on bombarding his office with so many antiques.
"Of course. What can I help you with, Grant?" Coulson popped up from behind a fearfully large pile of paper work that had invaded his desk.
"I want to make Agent May smile. I want to see her happy, just this once. What did you say her favourite animal was again?" Ward tried imitating Skye's most successful tactic of tricking people.
There was a long and awkward pause. For a moment Ward thought he'd failed. Oh, he would never hear the end of it from Skye if he bluffed now.
"Butterflies. She's always had a thing for their delicacy and intricacy. However, I don't think Director Fury would be impressed if you set hundreds of them loose on the bus," Coulson said, smiling.
"Thank you Sir. And good luck with those documents,"
By the afternoon ,things were getting stressful on the bus. FitzSimmons were arguing over some formula in their own little language, leaving everyone dumbstruck, Skye and Ward were negotiating her training times, and Coulson was simply locking himself away in his office to avoid it all. May supposed she could retreat into the cockpit where everything is easier.
May opened the door, closing it quickly behind her. Privacy and peace were scarce, so she didn't want anyone pestering her.
She was just about to collapse into the pilot seat, an instinctive habit, when she saw the red box. It was a small gift wrapped in glistening red paper and silver ribbon. May tentatively opened it and peered inside. A rare smile broke out across her face as she took in what lay inside: a beautifully detailed purple and silver butterfly necklace. She wasted no time clipping it around her neck, letting the cool metal react with her warm skin. A tiny tear formed in the corner of her eye.
It was perfect.
What do you think? Next one up soon hopefully :)