WARD AND HAYLEY walked inside the living room, immediately the wind coming from the blasted hole on the wall of the plane formed by the O-8-4 blowing her hair back and everywhere.
They walked forward, attempting to lead the others inside.
One of Reyes' men was hanging onto dear life, shooting at them
Hayley looked back at Skye, Fitz and Simmons, having to shout over the wind "Get back!"
They took cover behind the wall.
Man 1 fired two shots, running closer.
One of those hitting the ceiling as Hayley walked from behind the wall catching Man 1's wrist, twisting it from behind his back so he couldn't shoot at the others, grabbing the back of his head and slamming it against the table behind the coach, making him fall to the ground on the other side. She jumped over the coach and table, kicking Man 1 in the face making him fall and falling back onto another coach in the process while she hold onto a coach so she wouldn't be swept away toward the hole.
Hayley looked around, searching for the others noticing Man 2 coming from behind Ward, trying to shoot him.
Ward caught his wrist, twisting the gun out of his hands, kicking him in the stomach, punching him in the face. He pushed Man 2 onto another coach, strapping his wrist to the coach. Man 2 tried to punch Ward with his other arm. He punched Man 2's face, grabbing his free arm, strapping it to the coach so that he wouldn't be swept away, either.
Hayley, noticing he was okay looked over her shoulder spotting Skye, Simmons and Fitz "Go now! Find the O-8-4!"
Hayley looked around the living room seeing everything being swept towards the hole in the wall. As herself, more men were holding onto something to prevent being swept away, including Coulson.
Hayley paused, looking back pushing her blowing hair out of her face spotting Coulson holding onto dear life from a wall.
She looked around, seeing Fitz having lost his balance and let go of the coach, stumbling toward a table, holding onto it and walking towards Coulson.
Once she walked past where Fitz was standing, the Scottish scientist could steady himself, slowly standing up.
Hayley noticed Coulson grabbing Reyes' hand as she was being dragged toward the hole in the plane. She walked to them, grabbing onto a wall to keep herself from being swept away "Coulson!" She called to him "Hold on!"
The wind was so harsh that they both had to let go of the rope Coulson had been holding onto so they wouldn't fall through the hole in the wall of the plane. Hayley looked down at herself seeing a rope hanging from her waist that she had been using with the others and looked up just in time, holding her hand with the rope in front of her, squinting her eyes slightly managing somehow to catch Coulson and Reyes' intertwined hands and tied them together with the rope so they wouldn't fall through the hole
"Hang on!" Hayley exclaimed, looking concentrated on making sure they didn't slip from her hands as she struggled on moving away towards the other side of the plane
Hayley crouched down, suddenly seeming tired as she fell forward, immediately grabbing onto something on the ground to keep herself from being dragged towards the hole. Her hand burned from how tight she was holding the rope with Coulson and Reyes' intertwined hands. She tried not paying attention to it, straining her arm's muscles to keep them steady on the floor while the force of the wind tried to drag her away, her hair blowing to her face
Coulson noticed Hayley helping him and looked around getting a hold of tube from the floor, pulling himself up with it dragging Reyes with him and making sure he wasn't giving Hayley to much weight to hold onto.
Hayley immediately sighed in relief once she didn't have Coulson and Reyes to take care of.
Coulson tied up Reyes with difficulty.
Simmons screamed. Hayley turned to the noise seeing a man tugging the rope between Simmons and Fitz toward him
Suddenly, the ropes the man was pulling to get closer to the O-8-4 and the others got cut, making him let go and be sucked back towards the hole
Fitz looked in confusion for a second, before looking away and stumbling towards the others.
Hayley breathed heavily as the wind seemed to get stronger and was about to let go feeling tired when a yellow life raft was sucked towards the hole in the plane, covering it up completely saving Ward just in time as he crashed toward the life raft
The wind was suddenly gone.
Another of Reyes' man crawled toward a gun on the floor, grabbing it.
Coulson stood up, walking closer to him and stepped on his wrist to stop him, punching him in the face making him fall unconscious, picking up the gun
The bus stabilized now. May being in control of the bus
Hayley immediately seeing everyone okay dropped her head forward to the ground, relaxing and starting to breath easily.
Everyone started to relax as well.
"I read the safety pamphlet" Skye told Ward laughing slightly in relief as she helped him up
Hayley looked up, laughing incredulously from the ground, feeling relieved "Finally someone read that damn thing" she groaned, struggling to get herself into a siting position leaning against a couch when she felt her something wet on her nose. She wiped her nose with the back of her hand before someone noticed.
Ward walked closer and offered his hand to Hayley, helping her up to her feet. She stumbled slightly, blinking twice as Ward steadied her.
Simmons, Fitz, Skye and Ward, helping Hayley to walk as she seemed dizzy walked closer to Coulson.
All of them breathing heavily, relaxing
Ward helped Hayley sit down on the bar. Immediately, she leaned slightly forward placing her hands on the bar, resting her head on the palm of her hands, giving Ward a grateful look
"No other way in, huh?" Coulson asked them, placing an empty glass on the bar next to Hayley "Was just starting to warm up to this place"
Skye grabbed a coaster placing it down and picking up the glass setting it on the coaster
Coulson looked at her in slight amusement
"The O-8-4 is cooling and stable" Fitz told them "But we should call H.Q. and get it to the Slingshot as soon as possible"
"Told you they were good" Coulson looked at Reyes, who had been tied up by Coulson
Reyes looked up at him not saying anything.
Skye, Simmons, Hayley, Fitz and Ward looked at each other in relief and awe that they could work together successfully, nodding
~8~
The bus was parked at the Slingshot.
Simmons was checking Hayley's injures, cleaning up the dried blood from her forehead "You were lucky not having got something worse" she told Hayley "But, before you say you are fine. I can still diagnose you with a concussion. So no arguing. You need rest. And you will as soon as we leave here like the good solider following rules you are"
Hayley rolled her eyes wholeheartedly, immediately regretting the action as it made pain flare up on her forehead, wincing
"Don't do that" Simmons scolded her as Fitz walked in to the lab, carrying a cooler
"We blew up a plane!" Fitz exclaimed, smiling excitedly.
Hayley smiled in amusement as he pulled open the tap of the cooler taking out a beer handing one to Simmons and giving one to Hayley. She accepted it under Simmons' scolding look, making her smile innocently
Simmons tried taking the beer away from Hayley.
Hayley held it away from her, pouting "Come on, Jemma. I need it. We all do. We had a pretty rough week"
Simmons frowned "You're injured" she told her
Hayley raised a hand, shaking her head slightly "So? I get injured in every mission I go to. It's part of the unwanted job's description"
"That's not an excuse!" Simmons told her
"Just one, then" Hayley batting her eyelashes innocently "Scout Girl's word" she mock saluted
Fitz chuckled, grabbing the cooler an walking away quickly not wanting to deal with two arguing women
Hayley narrowed her eyes at Fitz's back "Bloody coward" she murmured lowly faking a Scottish accent.
Simmons sighed, "Alright. Just one. But don't complain later you feel sick"
Simmons followed Fitz.
Hayley did a little victory dance, holding her head slightly with a wince, jumping from the table and catching up with Fitz and Simmons as he again announced their victory
"I had a new experience" Simmons told them, beer in hand.
"Eat that, Professor Vaughn" Fitz smirked
"You had a new experience" Simmons looked at Skye "But it was new for all of us"
They walked past May and Ward
May walked closer "They're happy"
"Hey, come on" Hayley called out to them, whirling around facing Ward and May walking backwards "You guys don't want to miss this" she nodded her head to Fitz and Simmons who were siting on the edge of the ramp.
Ward and May walked closer
Hayley sat next to Simmons "So, it'll take about 180 days to reach the sun. Now, yes, of course, it would have been faster if they'd used hydrogen-fueled APUs, but they're having fun"
Hayley chuckled
Ward and May sat on the edge of the ramp, next to them
Skye stood behind them, chuckling watching Simmons and Hayley handing beers "How many of those have you guys had?"
Hayley and Simmons smiled.
"Sk-Skye" Fitz chuckled.
Simmons laughed slightly at Skye "Its important when in the field to unwind from time to time"
"Yeah" Hayley agreed
"Yeah" Fitz agreed "Especially after a hard day of everyone almost dying"
Coulson walked closer, passing Skye and going to stand in front of the others
"Which doesn't happen every day, right?" Simmons told them "It's an anomaly. An irregularity. Not..." she trailed off, seeing Coulson stoping in front of them "the norm" she said slowly
Hayley shook her in amusement at Simmons' low tolerance for alcohol before looking up at Coulson
"Speaking of 'not the norm'," Coulson began "Whose idea was it to blow a hole in the plane?"
Nobody answered for a few seconds, looking up at Coulson with guilty expressions
Skye looked at them worriedly before looking up at Coulson nervously "May said that the doors were tied to the pressurization, so I thought-"
"So we thought it was the only way to release them" Hayley told him, smiling slightly as she technically destroyed the lab doors
"It was everyone's idea, sir" Ward added
"Yes, quite genius, really" Fitz told them
Coulson looked between each member of his team with a small proud smile
"Nice work" Coulson told them
They all looked at each other, smiling small smiles at their teamwork
"Man, All clear for liftoff" A man said over PA
"Oh, time for blastoff" Fitz told them. Skye looked at Hayley gratefully for not letting her take the fall for the idea. Hayley shrugged smiling. Fitz spoke in a nasally voice "Launching. In three..." They laughed "Two..."
Everyone watched as the blastoff sent the O-8-4 far away toward the sun in the sky.
Fitz spoke normally, with his Scottish voice "The trajectory will take it beyond the Lagrange point so that it doesn't hit Herschel"
"And there haven't been any coronal mass ejections, so it shouldn't lose telemetry" Simmons added
"Guys, English" Ward scolded them, playfully
Hayley smiled, chuckling
All of them watching the blastoff, looking content