A/N: Lets see see how short I can make this.

1. I'm playing with the idea they guide each other (if that makes sense) and turned each other into the care-free, pranking agents.

2. I'm sorry for the wait–pranking is not my thing–and the ending. Oops?

3. Ship name idea?

4. Mistakes are mine.

5. Enjoy!

No copright intended.

Each piece of paper underwent a process. It was copied several times before being separated into several different stacks. Then they were decorated with their individual unique personality and pressed onto the wall.

It wasn't permanent, but the medical wing would have a fun time concocting a way to remove it without damaging their walls. It was sticky tape–left a mark–just like intended.

"Do we have enough paper?"

Melinda shrugged, "You printed it."

"Yeah, but you helped. Sorta."

May rose her eyebrows, but didn't question. She knew what he was getting at. While she couldn't leave medical without getting caught, she did help suggest what they did to leave. His plan was...faulty. It had a good start, and a great idea, it just lacked the small details. When they put their minds together, they achieved what could be one of the greatest medical escapes.

Clint glanced at her. She had stopped putting up the papers and bright yellow circles which from the quick glance he got when she flashed them at him, they looked to be stickers. Smiley face stickers. What was she doing with smiley face stickers?

"What are you doing?"

"You'll see."

The paper he held in his hand fell onto the table as he took the steps to close the gap in between them. "Mels, come on."

She turned around, a slight smirk playing on her lips. "I have work to do." Before he could open his mouth again, she spoke again as if she knew he would without having to turn around. "So do you."

His shoulders sagged in defeat and he picked the paper up again, turning on one heel and pinning it to the wall.

It was dark. The two agents were crammed in the air duct one body in front of the other. Clint led the way, having the most experience, and May picked up the rear.

"How do you think they're reacting?" She couldn't see Clint's face, his feet were right in her face, his ass not far behind, or in this case ahead. It depends on how you look at it.

"Why don't we go figure out? It's your plan after all." His voice was just a voice that bounced off the walls in a series of movements through the small tunnel.

"And how do we do that?"

"Follow me, Mels." It was no small request. They were walking blind–crawling blind actually. The darkness had enveloped his body, and hers. Leaving them with nothing to follow except the echoes of their voices. Still, she followed him.

There was no synchronization to their movements. He would stop to assess their position and she would keep moving and then they would collide. He would slow down, and she would speed up. They always collided. They couldn't communicate.

"Where are we going?" They'd been crawling around in dirty air vents for the past five minutes and she still didn't know where they were going. She just suffered being confined for what could just be a game.

"To one of my favorite places." Now Melinda was definitely curious. Any anger about being confined in an air vent, crawling on her stomach, her legs glued together and her arms trapped under her body disappeared.

The pair came across a cross section. Left or right. They could go back, but as much as watching their prank unfold they couldn't do that. Their intention was to leave the hospital, not return. There was an exit straight down, but Clint jumped over the indent down and landed in the left tunnel.

He turned around, and she could just barely make out his face with the light peeking out of the grate. "Can you make it...or do you need help?" There was no missing the grin and twinkling in his eyes.

She sent him a glare and joined him in seconds. "Are we almost there?"

He turned around and got back to crawling. They were at their desired destination within a minute.

"Here we are." She didn't have to see to tell he turned to face her with his grin that seemed to never fade.

In front of them was a single grate with gaping vertical lines which allowed light to seep inside their hiding spot. Sound prickled through the grate, but not enough to fully make out the conversation.

May scooted up beside him in an attempt to get a better hear and look on the conversation, or at least that's what she said. Clint squeezed over to give her space and soon they were pressed up together, only centimeters separating their faces from one another. It wasn't comfortable to say the least, but to see the fallout, it was worth more than any uncomfortable position.

"You want to explain this, Agent?" It was the Commander. His voice was loud, and angry, just like expected. Across them room the figure made out was just who it was suppose to be. Coulson.

Melinda felt a little sorry for Phil. He was about to get a huge reprimanding for a prank he didn't commit, but it was too good to interfere.

There was no mistaking the gaping look on his face. "No, sir."

"Do you think he knows?" Melinda forced herself to peel her eyes from the scene and look at Clint. And she instantly regretted it. There was nothing separating them, no bodies, no clothing, no space. Just a centimeter of air, which, if possible, lessened when he turned his head to look at hers.

Her lips parted, her eyes widened and her chest tightened. Her breathing stuttered, her body was raised, and their eyes locked.

The moment ended as quickly as it came.

"Possibly." Clint shrugged, and oxygen returned to her lungs the moment he turned back to the scene.

Word spread fast about the prank in medical. The walls were covered with mission paperwork craftily decorated. Stickers were strategically placed over the cameras to avoid detection and when they attempted playback their screens were plastered with a smiley face. Everyone wondered who did such a thing, but the name was written on each page of paperwork, hand signed and dated.

Phil Coulson.

As far as everyone was concerned–no one may believe it, but–Coulson just posted his paperwork colored in an array of colors across the medical wing.

They just pulled a prank within a prank.

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