Non Timebo Mala*

"There better be a Bueno Nacho where we're heading." Ron moaned, leaning his head back in the chair. Looking up from the small file, Clint raised an eyebrow in question. The small snoozing Naked Molerat, Rufus, chittered in his dreams and kicked out with a leg hitting a paper cup and knocking it over, the contents spilling out over the table he was laid on. The small puddle hi the rodent as he shot up in shock, sleep still evident in his eyes.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Ron." The agent said, his voice betraying the laughter inside with Ron looking at him as he added "Care to enlighten me?"

"You don't know Bueno Nacho." Clint shook his head as Ron gasped slightly and held his hand to his heart, Rufus following the dramatics as Ron continued, "It's only the best restaurant in the whole of America! Home of the Naco and the best job in the world."

"Naco?"

"Do me a favour," Came Kim's voice from the doorway, "Don't get him started on that."

The red-head came into the room as Ron glared lightly at his friend when she sat down, grinning. Looking at Clint when he looked at her blankly, she added, "You really don't want to know that story."

"What story?"

"He 'invented' the Naco. It's just a great heap of junk food piled on layer after layer."

"Danny just happens to like it." Ron shot at her, "He even said so himself."

"Danny likes this Naco thing?" Clint laughed, looking at the door as Ron nodded, smug grin in place. Coughing sounded form the door as Danny came through, windswept as if he'd been outside and a smile on his face as he went over to a fridge and pulled out a drink. Cracking open the top, he saw that the archer was staring at him, an eyebrow raised as he took a sip of the fizzy liquid.

"You like Nacos?"

The question had everyone else staring as the ghost nodded, answering, "What's wrong with that, Clint? Wasn't any worse than the Shawarma after New York. 'Sides, we have a Nasty Burger in Amity."

"Sounds worse than the Bueno." Kim commented, smiling flashing as the Halfa shrugged and walked over to sit, eyeing the folder in Clint's lap. More specifically the photo on the cover, Duff Killigan smirking out at them all.

"Tastes better than it sounds. Tucker could tell you that." Danny responded, looking away from the folder and at Kim when she rolled her eyes exasperated. Grinning slightly, Danny looked at Clint as a sigh came from the adult and took the folder away from him, opening it up and beginning to read.

"So, where'd you go?" Clint teased the ghost as Kim and Ron started discussing tactics and possible hideouts, Danny looking up in question before he cottoned on and shook his head.

"Nowhere. Just went for a flight."

"Danny, I think I know you a tiny bit better than that." Clint answered, grinning slightly when Danny closed the file and turned to stare at him. Holding up his hands, he added, "Or maybe not."

"I just went outside for a bit of air, Clint. Might have scared a plane when I passed them. I definitely won't be doing that again."

"As long as they didn't crash."

"No, but the strangest thing happened. I think I saw black smoke coming from the landing gear." Danny answered, a confused look coming onto his face as he went on to say, "The plane was fine and I saw that there was only one pilot flying the craft."

"That's not odd." Clint said, "The other pilot could have been taking a toilet break for all we knew."

Danny shook his head, replying with, "And Latin coming from the passenger cabin? It's dark out there, Clint."

"How did you know that someone was speaking Latin. I thought it was a dead language." Clint said quietly as Danny shot the archer a 'duh' look. The archer held his hands up when Danny shook his head and looked down at the file, opening it up and began reading again, drinking in the information about the mad golfer.

"I'm dead, Clint. I understand dead languages, plus I've got Sam who taught us all latin."

"Like what?"

"Non Timebo Mala. It means-" Danny said before the plane was rocked, causing them to jerk in their seats and Clint to swear out loud.

"You can get to the translation later, Danny." Clint said, grabbing onto a chair as he held himself up, his focus in the case not too far from where they'd been sat. Nodding, Danny turned to Ron and Kim as they grabbed hold of their seats and looked out of the window before looking at him as he said, "Dammit!"

"What the hell is going on, Danny!?" Kim shouted as Clint looked out and swore again, shouting into the intercom as the hull of the plane started groaning, "Get us out of the sky. NOW!"

The words rang through the plane as Fitz and Simmons stumbled up from the lab in the cargo bay and frantically scrambled to get into a seat to buckle up, as Skye, and look around at everyone else as Danny turned to fly up and out of the hull. Kim grabbed hold of his arm and shook her head silently, pulling him down onto the floor.

"We don't even know what could be going on, Danny." She said as the sky darkened outside and turned…

Thunderous.

AN: I need to really start eating my full meal before I start writing. I still have some chips [fries] and some mushy peas on the plate next to me.

I don't even need to tell you whose appearing next. I think you all know already. ;D

In other news, I've enrolled at college! I went today and to be honest, I'm glad that I went in the morning. I did have work this afternoon until closing time and I had the morning off. Hey presto. So I'm a student again. Wish me luck!

Until next time,

Hermione Jean Burton