I woke up at 0800, which is pretty late considering that I always wake up at 0500. Damn training! I slipped out of bed and threw some sweats on since I only sleep in an oversized T-shirt that Ward left in his bunk. I stole it before Coulson threw all of his clothes and necessities. Ever since then, I slept in it. I don't know why I do it even if he did betray me. I don't think the team recognized the shirt, or even if they did, they didn't say anything about it.
I stepped into the kitchen to be greeted by the smell of waffles. Yes! Jemma's cooking! I quickly plopped down in Fitz's seat ignoring the evil eye he shot towards me as he sat down in Jemma's seat.
"Fitz! Why did you sit in my seat? Couldn't you have sat in Skye's seat?" Simmons whined.
I giggled. Who knew Jemma could whine? She was always reciting nerdy facts.
"You can sit in Skye's seat Jemma. It is lonely after all," Fitz suggested shrugging his shoulders. Now it was Jemma's turn to give Fitz the evil eye.
Just then May and AC walked in. I immediately turned to face Simmons.
"Can I have my pancakes now Simmons? I want to get a head start on my daily work out," I quickly asked. That was the partial truth. After all, I am out of practice. I have to improve my stance, reflexes, punches, strength, etc. The other part was the fact that I was not in the mood for talking to AC and May.
"Of course. Here you go Skye," Simmons answered as she handed me the pancakes. Once the pancakes hit the table, they were stabbed with a fork and quickly shoved in my mouth.
Coulson sat at one end of the table while May sat at the other end.
Coulson took a deep breath and began speaking. "We are going to land in D.C. and pick up few agents. They are going to help us look for Ward."
"And this affects us because…" I began rudely. What surprised me was that I actually spoke to AC directly.
"These agents aren't S.H.I.E.L.D. agents," Coulson revealed.
Simmons dropped her fork. Fitz stopped mid-bite. I just stared at him.
"WHAT?" the three of us asked.
"Why the hell would you let some random agents help us look for Ward and other HYDRA agents?" I demanded. This was obscured. Why would Coulson allow this?
"It wasn't my choice. I was ordered by the President to have these agents onboard. I don't even know their names," Colson reasoned.
"How long 'till we land?" I asked ignoring Coulson.
"One hour," May answered.
I nodded and dropped my empty dish in the sink and went to the Cargo Bay to start my work out.
*How*
I was working out when May made an announcement. "Buckle up. We're landing." I trudged to the seats on the sides of the Cargo Bay and buckled up.
As wheels touched down, I jumped a little in my seat. I unbuckle my seat and head to the center of the Cargo Bay as the ramp descends.
I am met with two kids dressed in black head to toe on the other side. One girl and one boy.
The girl had straight, black hair with bright red highlights. Her eyes were coffee brown with a hint of red stretching out of her pupils and into the brown. She wore black shinny jeans with combat boots. She wore a tank-top with a leather jacket on top.
The boy wore a T-shirt that showed his defined muscles. He wore black military pants along with it. He had shaggy blonde hair with stormy gray eyes.
Both of them wore badges I had never seen…and I have seen every single badge the government issued…or at least I thought I saw all of them.
"Uh…are you guys lost?" I asked uncertainly.
"No we're not. We're supposed to be here. Where is the director?" the girl asked emotionlessly. She reminds me of May a bit.
"He's upstairs and should be coming down right…now," I said just as Coulson came down the stairs along with May Jemma and Fitz.
"Kids, are you lost?" Coulson asked.
"No. We are exactly where we are supposed to be," the boy answered. Now that I think about it, they both remind me of May. Same stone face. Same statue-like posture. Same like in their eyes. Same sense of duty.
"Are you the agents the President sent to help us?" May asked.
"Yes Ma'am," the girl answered promptly.
"Good. Wheels up in five." May walked away leaving all of us in shock. I mean, whose bright idea was it to make kids federal agents?
"Well then, welcome to the 'bus!" Simmons said cheerily. The two…agents (that's going to take some time to get used to walked in just before the ramp closed.
Guess we're going to live with actual kids now.
*How*
For some reason, Fitzsimmons and I made it our duty that our fellow agents are comfortable. Whenever they came out of their respective bunks, they were surrounded by us. I'm pretty sure they are annoyed by us already, I'm just surprised that they haven't punched us in the nose already. I know I would've by now. Then again, they spent most of their time in their bunks. Who knows what they do in there? So far, they only came out to use the bathroom.
They've been doing that for a week now which is very…strange. And that's not even the weirdest part. We don't even know their names, or who they work for. They act like normal teenagers. I don't get why the President ordered Coulson to let them in on the search for escapees. I really don't get what's so special about them.
Today was a bit weird. The two actually came out of their bunks and made breakfast for all of us. And, I have to say, the pancakes were delicious. They sat quietly listening to our little chats. They didn't talk to each other, much less say anything.
After breakfast, the girl asked May if she could ride in the cockpit with her, which of course May said yes to. The boy asked Fitzsimmons if he could hang out with them in the lab which Fitzsimmons gladly agreed to. Coulson returned to his office while I returned to my awesome buddy, the punching bag.
In the afternoon, Coulson summoned all of us (even the kids) into the command room.
When I walked in, I was greeted by the President.
"Mr. President," I greeted.
"Agent Skye," the President replied with a nod. Just then, I realized I was the last one to reach the Command Room.
"So agents, I take it that you began your search of HYDRA members," the President asked.
"That we have sir," Coulson replied.
"Good, and I see you have met the world's best assassins, Agent Demetri Rodgers and Agent Kevin Radcliffe with the Red Room Academy," the President stated with a slight smile. With that, all of our jaws dropped. We were living on a plane with two kids who are the world's two best assassins. Who would've guessed?