I meant to update sooner but then life happened...

Anyhoo, here, as promised, is Coulson having some trouble with fast-food!

~SimmonsButterfys


Disclaimer: I don't own Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. or Chick-Fil-A...but I wish I did sometimes...


Simmons tugged the elastic band out of her hair allowing it to fall onto her shoulders, "Ugh." She muttered quietly. It had been a long day filled with non-stop driving and errands. Triplett had called shot-gun for the fifth time that day and was recently sitting next to May who had insisted that Coulson take a break from driving. Fitz and Simmons were in the back of the car with Coulson and Skye sitting in the row in front of them. Leo glanced at his scientific friend before pulling out two DSs. He put the red and black one within her view and she sat up straight. After a quick grin and a thankful look to Leo, she opened it. They turned the volume to mute and flicked the power switch. Soon they were doing a multi-player game and the car fell silent. That is, until Jemma began to hurl bombs at Fitz's character (which, for some odd reason, was a monkey),

"Hey!" he exclaimed, causing Skye and Coulson to start in their seats. Phil turned to look at him,

"What?" He demanded. Fitz looked around quickly to find some reason for his outburst. The car was currently at a stop light and to the right of them was a fast-food restaurant. The curly-haired agent directed his explanation to his exclamation to this,

"There's Chick-Fil-A! Let's stop and get something to eat!" He gave his supervising officer a toothy grin. May needed no further prompting though. That restaurant had been taunting her telling her to come and get something but, Malinda May had refused to acknowledge that the place was even there. Now, however, she flicked the car's turning signal on and stepped onto the gas pedal as the light was green. It was only a matter of moments until the team had gone through the drive through and gotten what they wanted.

"Thank goodness the drive-through was open this time." Coulson thought remembering what had happened the last time that he had taken the biochemist into a McDonald's. Everyone had gotten chicken sandwiches, well, all except May. She had gotten a chicken salad. Each member had also bought for him or herself a small ice cream sunday.

"All right," Trip said as he passed the food back from where he sat, "everyone is gonna have to eat their sundays first."

"Understood." Skye replied as she pushed her spoon through the hole in the plastic lid. Fitz and Simmons followed suit and all three began to devour the delicious sweetness of chocolate sauce, cherries and ice cream.

"Aw, shoot." Came a breathy complaint from the leader. Skye turned her head and almost chocked on her ice cream with laughter. Coulson had made the mistake of opening the lid of his dessert and now there was chocolate sauce and ice cream on his pants.

"Put the lid back on!" She exclaimed. Phillip desperately tried and eventually succeeded but not until more of the sweet treat had dumped itself onto his spotless outfit. Skye laughed again as she handed over more napkins for him to wipe up what he could. The two sciences arched their necks to see what was so funny. Triplet let a smile to trace his lips,

"At least we aren't in Lola." He commented. The chocolate covered man glanced up at the newest member of his team. Skye chuckled,

"Well, that's one way to keep cool." Fitz grinned and Jemma let out a snicker,

"It seems you've got yourself in a sticky situation." May stated with a slight trace of amusement on her face.

"Hey, Jemma," Fitz asked, "do you know any good ice cream puns?"

"No," the girl replied, "they all seem to have melted from my mind!"

"Okay guys," Skye giggled, "time to leave the poor man alone."

"Yeah," Triplett agreed, "we wouldn't want the rest of the ride home to be a Rocky Road."

"I'm not sure how we can 'top' this embarrassing moment." May voiced,

"Oooh!" The occupants of the back seat said simultaneously.

Coulson rolled his eyes, "Ha ha, you guys are hilarious." The rest of the trip was relatively quiet until they got home. They had just finished unloading and the head of the team had gone to change his clothes. Skye addressed the whole rest of the team,

"You'd think that there'd be more ice cream puns." There were soft mutters of agreement. "BTW," Skye continued, "come AC's B-day, I'm making him an ice cream cake."

"With chocolate sauce?" asked Simmons innocently,

"Oh yes," Skye nodded, "with lots and lots of chocolate sauce."

"He'll never forgive you." May said,

"I know."

Know what?" The man who had been absent had just returned.

"Oh, nothing." Skye said.

"Sir," Triplett said, "I think you and the ice cream sundays have a problem." Coulson buttoned his suit and everyone cleared out in less than 25 seconds.


So yeah...that's it for now!

~SimmonsButterflys