Fitz and Simmons were talking around the coffee table that evening when Hunter entered the room. He was beaming energetically and practically shouted at them, "We still on for tonight!?"

"There's no need to deafen us, Hunter," Said Simmons, rolling her eyes, "Yep, we'll be there."

"It's a big one," Said Hunter, slightly quieter but with the same amount of energy, "Man U vs Liverpool. I think I know who's going to win…" He grinned mischievously at Fitz.

"Don't be so cocky, I'm pretty sure Man U can beat you." Fitz said, with a grin of his own.

"I'm really more of an Arsenal fan myself," Said Simmons, casually. Fitz And Hunter looked at her like she had said the most hideous thing ever. "That was a joke." She said, timidly, under their stares.

"You never joke about what team you support." Said Fitz, very seriously.

"Alright!" Simmons said, slightly defensively. "I'm sorry I'm not as much of a football fan as you."

"Well I'll see you all later I guess." Hunter said, turning to leave.

"Wait!" Fitz said, almost as a reflex. Hunter turned around and looked at Fitz, who looked like he hadn't really intended to say that at all. "It's just that…. well…" Fitz stuttered shyly.

"Spit it out, mate." Said Hunter, slightly irritated, he really didn't have any patience.

"Well I invited Radcliffe to come too." Fitz spoke quickly, as if hearing it fast would somehow soften the blow. Simmons put down the book she was reading and looked, shocked, at Fitz. Hunter's face turned red with anger.

"YOU WHAT?" He shouted.

"Look, I'm sorry but I was talking to him the other day and then I told him we were meeting for the game and he said he was always watching alone in his apartment so-"

Hunter interrupted Fiz, "So you INVITE HIM?!"

"I'm sorry, Hunter but I feel bad for him. We never invite him anywhere with us."

"Well you'll have to tell him that he can't come." Hunter said, matter of factly.

"I can't do that." Said Fitz, as though Hunter had just suggested the most ridiculous thing in the world.

"Why not?" Hunter said, trying and failing to contain his temper.

"Well for starters it's rude-" Fitz started, but Hunter interrupted him again.

"Oh, well I'm sorry," Said Hunter sarcastically, "But you know what else is rude? Inviting a new guest without consulting the host." And with that he stormed out of Fitz-Simmons apartment, slamming the door unnecessarily hard behind him.

-"^^^"-

Ward had settled down on his sofa and switched on a game of American football. After being invited in by him, Skye thought he might at least be a little sociable, but as it turns out she was wrong. Skye sat down on the couch next to his and attempted to start a conversation about the torrential rain outside but Ward shrugged it off like it was nothing which ended the conversation rather abruptly so Skye started to look around. She spotted something on one of his shelves that was very out of place.

"Why do you have that?" Skye asked, pointing at it.

Ward followed Skye's gaze and saw what she was looking at. Skye thought he might look embarrassed but he just smiled and said, "It's for when my nephews are over."

Skye stood up and walked over. She picked it up. On the front of the box we're the words TWISTER in bold, bright colours. The box was very old and falling apart at the edges. When she opened it she saw the mat with the coloured spots and the spinner with the colours and body parts on. She looked down at it and then up at Ward, who wasn't watching her and was instead staring intently at the TV. Getting rather annoyed at how Ward was ignoring her, she said, without really thinking, "Why don't we play?"

Ward was shocked enough by this comment to pause the game and stand up. He didn't look that surprised, just confused. "You mean we should play twister?" Said Ward, almost not wanting to believe it.

"Yeah," Skye was regretting saying anything, "It'll be fun." Skye wasn't sure why she was trying to convince him that it would be a good idea to play twister, she'd probably lose anyway, but she just wanted to have an excuse to be around him.

"Ward's not big on fun," Coulson said, entering the room followed by May. As it turns out Skye was too intrigued by the apartment (or too focused on Ward) to close the door and Ward was too interested in his game to notice.

Ward considered his options. He really didn't want to play twister but he also loved proving Coulson wrong. "Alright then, we'll all play shall we?"

Coulson And May both looked surprised and Ward was satisfied, however he hadn't really thought about the proper consequence of this.

"Who wants to help me lay out the mat?" Skye asked from behind Ward.

Ward regretted his decision already.