Ward came to first. He opened his eyes and rubbed them. He quickly realised that there was a heavy weight on his stomach. Looking at it he saw Skye's head. She had fallen onto him.
That's when he noticed he was laid on his back. Flat on his back.
Someone had divested him of his rucksack and therefore all of his weapons and his survival kit.
Groaning, Ward pushed himself into a sitting position, being careful of Skye's head as he did.
Suddenly he heard May stir. He crawled over to her as she woke up.
"What happened?" She asked.
"We got knocked out. I'm sure Fitz-Simmons could tell us how, but for now I have a bad feeling." Ward told her.
"Why?"
"We're in a clearing with six tree stumps that have backpacks on them and we've lost our weapons." He stated.
May, hearing Ward's words, started patting her body down to discover he was right.
Coulson and Fitz started to stir so Ward helped May to her feet and they walked over to them to explain what was going on.
"Not again!" Coulson exclaimed when he realised the situation they were in, patting his pockets down to locate his phone. When he found it he unlocked it, dialled a number and reaching a voicemail he decided to leave a very pointed message.
"You and me are going to have a very long conversation when I get out of this, and I'm warning you now: it's going to get loud!" Coulson almost shouted down the phone.
Before long everyone was awake, realisation quickly dawning on them that Fury had set them up. Once they were all on their feet, they made their way over to the clearing and picked up a backpack each, knowing and somewhat fearing (in differing degrees) what was to come. They put the rucksacks on and they immediately heard the crackle of a tannoy.
"Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D you may have got my colleagues game with insurmountable ease and emerged unscathed, but I will warn you now. My game is harder. Welcome back to release the hounds."
May, Ward, Skye, Fitz and Simmons turned to look at Coulson.
"This isn't my fault!" He protested.