Coulson was the first to speak. "Good evening, Agent Hill. Wonʻt you join us for a glass of wine?" Hill hesitated for a moment, seemingly suspicious of Simmonsʻ overly innocent face. Nevertheless, no one said a word.

"I suppose half a glass would not hurt. It has been a stressful day." Hill said, sighing. She took a seat by Coulson, taking the glass of wine from him. Taking an uncharacteristically dainty sip, she squinted her dark eyes at the purple liquid. "Something tastes funny about this wine. Where is it from?"

"The land of deep regrets," Skye answered with an overdramatic sigh. The night was still young, and beer or not, it had been an incredibly awkward night so far. A night that could have been so easily avoided by continuing to lose at Candy Crush instead of searching for other means of entertainment.

"Wait. Wait a minute…." Hill frowned, searching the room for clues. "Is this a game of truth or dare? And is this truth serum?"

May smirked, nodding apologetically. "I am afraid so, Agent Hill. Truth or dare?"

Hill looked longingly at the door, but even she realized that any attempt to escape would be futile with Coulsonʻs determination to draw more agents into the insane game.

"Truth, I suppose."

May thought for a moment, then whispered something to Coulson, who nodded in approval with a wicked grin. "Agent Hill, would you be able to inform us if Fury has a girlfriend?"

Hill turned slightly red, glaring at May. "Dammit, Agent May. And to answer your question, yes, he does." May sat up straighter, clearly interested. Director Fury had always been a largely mysterious figure, so this was valuable news to the team.

"Who is it?" Skye began to ask, but was cut off by Coulson.

"Only one question at a time."

Skye sighed, but remained quiet. Immediately, Agent Hill spoke up, apparently eager to change the topic. "Agent Coulson, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Who do you love?" She asked, grinning in satisfaction. In the future, Hill regretted asking such a vague question.

Without hesitation, Coulson answered, "Captain America."

Hill sighed in exasperation. "No. No, that was not what I meant by love. I think it wasnʻt, at least," she added. "God, I try to get some information, and this is what happens!" And so, once more, the identity of Coulsonʻs crush remained as elusive as ever. Hill had been searching for months who she was, but with no luck. After all, she had a highly important bet with Fury about the identity of the mysterious woman. Fury had his money on the cellist, but Hill remained convinced that she was a certain dark-haired operations agent.

"Skye, truth or dare?"