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Chapter four, here it is! Thanks for reviewing, it means a lot.. Requests are welcome :) Enjoy!
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Ward grinned devilishly as he sprinkled an excessive amount of chilli powder into one cup of jelly mixture. There was almost more chilli than actual jelly! He mixed the powder in the cup thoroughly so the chilli wasn't visible before pouring water into each cup and then putting the cups into the fridge to set. He couldn't wait to see the look on the victim's face. And he hoped that it'd be Skye. Maybe Ward (and the rest of the team no less) was a little nuts.
"Guys, come up to the bar," Ward called through the intercom while setting up the cups of jelly. He mentally kicked himself for losing track of the one with chilli in it. He could already hear the groans of the others as they made their ways from the other side of the bus. Skye was the first to arrive.
"Aww, looks like Ward is getting in the spirit of roulette!" Skye exclaimed. She patted his back as she passed him, saying, "I'm proud of you," and brought a hand up to her eye, pretending to tear up.
As the others made their way to the bar one by one, they all pondered what kind of surprise was in one of the jelly cups.
"I volunteer to go first!" Simmons exclaimed, elegantly picking up a jelly cup and eating a spoonful of jelly. She smiled as the sugary goodness melted in her mouth.
"This is good," she said, mouth full, to Ward, pointing to the cup with her spoon.
Ward snatched up the next cup, which thankfully wasn't rigged. Fitz was next, who too was happy that he wasn't victim again. That only left Skye, Coulson and May.
They all knew that Coulson, though he didn't show it, loved the game and watched him with excitement as he picked a cup of jelly. He scooped a lot of jelly into his spoon and brought it up to his mouth. He quickly tipped it into his mouth… but then he froze. His face was turning a nasty shade of red and his tongue was beginning to burn. He ran to the sink and began to splash water into his mouth as FitzSimmons were yelling at him that water won't help and that he should drink milk.
Coulson ran to the kitchen and grabbed a massive carton of milk and tipped it into his mouth. Half of the milk was flowing over his suit, but he managed to ease the burning.
"Ahhh," he said in relief.
The agents all wondered if and when Coulson would make his own contribution to their little roulette tradition.