I'm not sure this means I'm up to regular again. I'm just going to call it lucky and say it happens when it happens? But whatever goes, don't anyone think I forgot. I love you all, even those I don't know yet!

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"Hey, whose turn was it to bring Starbucks?" Tony asked as he stumbled in, his eyes barely half-open. "It's sure as hell not me, 'cause I brought it last time." He blearily glared at all of the Avengers present. "Who the hell is bringing Starbucks?" He got his answer when Natasha shoved a drink into his face, nearly tipping it over.

"Ten bucks, Stark, hand it over." He slapped a ten into Natasha's hand, and she pocketed it gleefully. (Tony could never remember how much his coffee actually cost, so Natasha always took the opportunity to make some extra money.) "Steve, PSL, Barton, double machiatto with an espresso shot, Thor, strawberry banana smoothie, Bruce, pomegranate iced tea, Hill, black with two creams, Director, hazelnut PSL." Everyone forked over their money, Clint taking care to count out his change to the exact penny.

"We've managed to locate a HYDRA base in Indianapolis," Fury got right down to the brunt of the meeting, looking as serious as one could with a pumpkin spice latte. "There could be some potentially dangerous technology in there, so we need you all in there." Clint was already nodding off, despite his coffee. Natasha had to resort to slapping him upside the head.

"Since it's in a rural area, you six will parachute in and drive from the local airfield," Hill continued, pulling up a holoscreen of the plans. "Banner, you'll drive." There was an explosion of protests, namely from Tony's expletives.

"What do you mean Brucie gets to drive?" he demanded, throwing a dirty look at his science bro. "Why can't I drive? Or Barton drive? Hell," he said, throwing his hands up. "Why can't Rogers drive?"

"Language," Steve muttered under his breath.

"Because Romanoff and Barton can't drive in rural areas-" Clint and Natasha scoffed in tandem, mildly offended. "-Saigon, 2007. You don't drive, and Rogers still panics every time he's at a stoplight." Fury's grimace tightened. "Banner's driving."

"And no one's thinking about how Bruce might Hulk out if he has to parachute out of a plane?" Tony asked. "It's jumping out of a moving vehicle, at 3000 feet, with only cloth to hold you up!" Another thought struck him. "And what if Indianapolis meets the Other Guy? He just met Taipei last week!"

"If you're so concerned, Tony," Clint drawled, lazily swivelling over to look at him as he sipped his coffee. "Then why don't you make sure you've got Banner's six the entire time?" Tony turned red, shutting up immediately. "That's what I thought."

"So how's this going to work?" Steve asked. "Retrieval or destruction?" Hill gave him what was clearly a disappointed glare, and he shrank back, hurriedly flipping through the file for something he might've missed.

"We're in an urban area, Rogers," Natasha rolled her eyes, smacking Steve in the head with her balled-up files. "You tell me whether we're supposed to blow up another city without taking it into the air first."

"Speaking of which, where are they?" Clint hummed, looking up from his phone. "Even if they were running late, they should've been here by now." There was the sound of a quick zip, and suddenly, Pietro and Wanda were standing in the doorway, holding several cups of coffee. Both of them stared at the rest of the group, confused.

"So..." Clint scratched his head, befuddled. "Does this mean it was Spooky and Speedy's turn to bring Starbucks?"


"Coming up on the drop point,"

Hill's voice filtered through the speakers to the back room, and each of them got out of their seat, strapping on their parachutes. Steve quietly tried to leave his on the floor of the hanger, but Wanda sold him out with a glare, heaving it back up and tossing it at him. Natasha's long-suffering sigh ricocheted off of the walls, joined by Tony and Bruce's.

Steve had jumped out of way too many things without a parachute lately.

"Can I just-?" he asked. He was met by a chorus of 'No's. He tried again. "But what if I-?" When Natasha turned around to fully glare at him, he quailed, strapping his parachute on with a huff. "You guys are no fun."

"Says the man who thinks his idea of a good time is challenging random people to games in Central Park," Tony scoffed, snapping his faceplate on. "We don't need you dying out there, Cap,"

"Drop," Hill barked, and one by one, each of them jumped out of the plane into the night. Steve waited until Clint and Natasha had jumped out, then shucked his parachute, jumping out with nothing but his shield. He passed both assassins on their way down, doing a mid-air somersault just to spite them.

Clint sighed, tapping his comm. "Cap jumped out without his chute again." Everyone else's sighs could be heard, especially Hill's-she'd bet on Steve not jumping without parachutes for the rest of the month.

"I'll kill him later," Wanda deadpanned amid several murmurs of agreement. "I specifically told him not to go jumping out of any more planes." She was the second one on the ground after Steve, shucking her discarded chute as she walked over and smacked him in the head. "What did I say about jumping out of planes without a parachute?"

"Not to, and I quote specifically, 'pull any more dumbass moves that could lead to his potential death or he'll go meet Red Skull in a dark, dark hell'," Pietro speedily rattled off, landing gracefully next to Wanda. "And she's right, you know," he added as an afterthought when Steve glared at him. "I do not think it would be wise to endanger yourself without proper protection."

"That just brings up jokes I don't even want to make," Tony wisecracked as he hit the ground. "But I concur. Sheath it before you thrust it," he winked, and Steve turned a bright red as the twins roared with laughter. "Wouldn't want any baby super soldiers running around the Tower."

"No, it was clearly twenty-five somersaults," Natasha's raised voice echoed through the woods. "You missed that double I made while you were pretending you could talk to that eagle."

"I can actually talk to eagles, Nat!" Clint protested as the two of them emerged into the clearing where the rest of the Avengers were. "And that was not a double. It was a crappy one and a half disguised as a double. So I didn't count it." They glared at each other, and he crossed his arms. "Twenty-four."

"You can't talk to eagles," Natasha insisted. "No one can, Barton. Just because you're Hawkeye doesn't mean you can talk to birds."

"Does too!"

"Does not."

"Does too!"

"Does not, Barton." The rest of the team was watching amusedly.

"Does too, Romanoff."

"Does not," Bruce put in as he arrived on the ground, Thor close by. "Clint, no one can talk to birds. No matter how hard you try." Natasha snorted in victory. Clint pouted and stomped the ground.

"I'll prove you guys wrong. Some day."

"Ride's here," Tony called as a beat-up, blue minivan pulled up to the airfield. "Wow, SHIELD really does spare no expense," he quipped as he tore over to the passenger seat. "Shotgun!" He missed Bruce's mild protests as he hopped in, slamming the door to avoid protest.

"I've got it," Steve sighed, opening the passenger seat door and yanking Tony out by the scruff of his shirt. "You're not working the GPS, Stark, I am," He unceremoniously threw Tony into the backseat, climbing in as Bruce got into the driver's seat.

"I can work it five times better than you can, old man!" Tony called, sprawled out into one of the middle seats. "We're gonna get lost and you know it!" Steve didn't even bother replying to that, just climbed into the passenger seat as Bruce started the van.

"1225 Westmoreland Ave," Clint relayed to him, reading off of his phone. Steve frowned as he poked cautiously at the GPS in front of him, sighing when he didn't get the result he wanted. "Nope, Steve, hit the back button," he said as Steve hit the 'Where to?' button once more. "Are you sure you don't want help on this?"

"I've got this, Clint," Steve hissed. The last thing he needed was to be teased mercilessly by Tony for not being able to operate something as simple as a GPS. "My fingers are just larger than normal, that's all." Tony snorted from his seat, and Natasha kicked him in the side.

"Are you okay with driving, Dr. Banner?" Wanda asked nervously. Bruce was clutching the wheel at ten and two, making pantomime driving motions while alternating his foot between the brake and the gas. His fingers darted between turn signals, and would occasionally turn the wipers on. "How long has it been since you last drove?"

"I can't say that I remember," Bruce muttered, nearly hitting the gas instead of the brake. The van came to a screeching halt at a traffic light, everyone lurching forward. "Definitely before the Other Guy-there isn't much driving you should be doing in a third-world country." No one missed the small tendrils of red floating towards Bruce, although the thankfulness was palpable when Bruce's driving evened out.

"Take a left," Steve called out, and frowned once more as they turned into a school driveway. "What..." He turned around to Clint, who looked just as confused. "Are you sure you gave me the right address, Clint?"

"I'm sure," Clint replied slowly, looking around. "Are you sure you put it into the GPS right? Cause I don't think there'd be a HYDRA base at a school," He paused, frowning. "And at an elementary school, no less."

"It certainly isn't the oddest place we have had to raid," Pietro allowed, and the rest of them had to agree at that. "Perhaps the school is only a front for the true base?" That could very well be true, they all mused, and it bolstered them a bit, scrambling out of the van, facing it warily.

"This goes against everything I've ever thought about HYDRA," Clint muttered as he quietly picked the lock. "Elementary school kids, really? Guess they're trying to start their recruits early." The door opened for them silently, and they crept in, the hallway eerily lit with solely the emergency lights. He smiled softly at the paper handprints marking the students' names, reaching out to trace one with Cooper written on it. Natasha saw it, and quietly placed a hand on his back, pressing him onwards.

"It could be anywhere," Steve whispered as they continued down the hallway, coming to a set of doors and realizing that there were at least two more wings to the school. "We'll have to split up." He quickly assessed them all. "Clint, Natasha, search the rooms in this wing. Tony, Thor, take the wing across the hallway. Wanda, Pietro, take the cafe and the gym. Bruce and I will search the upper grade wing."

"Break!" Tony cheered loudly, only to be shushed by the rest of them as they headed off. "It was worth saying!"


"So how's he doing?" Natasha asked Clint quietly as they headed down the hallway, their weapons out if needed. "It's been what, six months since you've been home?"

"Yeah," Clint said warily, ducking into a classroom to rapidly stake it out. Third grade now. Laura went to parent teacher conferences just last week. Says he's been getting kind of aggressive at recess. You know, tackling kids into the ground and all that."

"I wonder where he gets that from," Natasha said wryly, the barest hint of a smirk gracing her face. "And how's Lila? She's what, going into the first grade?" She cast a look at the scribbles art on the walls, reverently touching a glittery handprint. "Can't imagine her as anything but a chubby little baby."

"She misses you, you know," Clint answered conversationally as they peered into the last classroom in the wing. "The last time I called, all she could ask about was when her Auntie Nat was coming to visit. Makes me feel real great as a father, let me tell you." He flashed her a grin. "At least I know where her priorities lie." They scanned the room once, ascertaining that there was no threat, before Natasha spoke into her comm.

"First grade wing's clear."

"Copy," Steve answered. "Bruce and I are just about finished with checking the upper grade wing. Nothing of suspicion here." There was a pause. "Stark, Thor, you copy?" When there was more silence, he tried again. "Tony? Thor?" Clint turned to Natasha, worry in his eyes. If anything had happened to the two of them-

BOOM.

The loud, deafening roar shook the building, nearly knocking the two of them off of their feet. Luckily, they'd grabbed onto each other just in the nick of time, and Natasha cautiously peeked out past the double doors that separated their wing from the rest of the school, her eyes widening as she saw the inferno that was rapidly coming towards them.

"COVER BLOWN!" Bruce screamed into their ears, and they could hear the sound of his feet pounding the linoleum. "Get out by any means possible!" Clint and Natasha sprinted towards the other end of the hallway as flames licked at their feet, the former cursing Tony under his breath.

"How much do you wanna bet he blew something up?" Natasha yelled to him as they pushed the doors open, emerging into the cold air. Clint was coughing, she patting him on the back as he caught his breath.

"My..entire...next month's...paycheck..." Quickly, Clint raised himself up, comically shaking his fist at the front of the school. "DAMN YOU, STARK!"

Natasha pressed a finger to her ear. "Avengers, report."

"Clear," Pietro and Wanda. "A little singed, but okay."

"Clear." Bruce could be heard hacking his lungs out in the background. "Well, Bruce'll be okay after he stops hacking his lungs out. Who blew up the school, anyways?" Just then, the roof of the school exploded outwards as Tony and Thor flew out of its top, landing dramatically on the school's front lawn. Natasha just sighed and began to pick her way around the rubble, quietly finding the handprint that said Cooper on it and sticking it into her pocket while Clint wasn't looking.

Steve was glaring at Tony when they came around to the front, the latter not even trying to look guilty. "You just blew up a school, Tony. Tell me you feel some remorse!" Tony just shrugged while Thor gazed concernedly at the burning remains of the building.

"Not really, considering it was a HYDRA stronghold," he haphazardly answered, holding up a hard drive in his hand. "I downloaded all of their information onto this drive before I blew it to hell, though."

Suddenly, Clint perked up from where he'd been bent double, holding his knees. "They're coming," he said quietly, holding up a finger. The entire group went silent, trying to hear what Clint was talking about. Slowly, they heard the faint whirs of a helicopter, along with shouts and tire treads rocketing up the street.

Steve went pale. "We gotta get outta here." All of their eyes strayed over to where Bruce had haphazardly parked the car before their break-in, wincing as the front went up in a whoosh of flames. "Well...there goes our only way out."

"There might be another one," Natasha croaked, already dreading what was forming in her head. Slowly, she turned to the back lot, where a line of school buses sat parked, the moonlight and flames gleaming off of their yellow exteriors. "And when I say it's not going to be pretty, I mean it's not going to be pretty."


"Attention, Avengers, this is your bus driver speaking," Clint's voice oozed from the front of the bus, where he'd taken advantage of the loudspeaker as soon as he'd gotten in. "We'll be making a couple of sudden stops, so please make sure to secure your belongings, especially your lunches."

With that, he put the pedal to the metal, the bus lurching out of the lot and weaving through the side streets. Steve, who'd taken up residence in the back, was thrown into the seat back in front of him, his shield sliding out of the seat next to him and forward several rows. Natasha, who had procured a helmet and several Ambien as soon as they'd climbed onto the bus, was already passed out, her lithe frame sprawled out across the seat.

He fought the urge to whip out his camera and take a picture. It might not be as convenient as a phone, but at least the quality was better.

The bus ran over several potholes as Clint drove wildly, fishtailing so that the HYDRA agents on their tail would collide with each other, creating a free trail for them. Each time the bus hit a pothole, each of the Avengers was sent towards the ceiling. Mjolnir nearly went through the roof once, only saved by Thor making a grab at it in the last moment.

"Clint, it's not working," Steve called to the front, trying to hold back the chicken pot pie that was threatening to make a reappearance. "You gotta get on the highway." Clint did a single fist pump before veering sharply onto an entryway, the headlights of the HYDRA agents still following them onto the highway.

At least there weren't any potholes here.

"CLINT, THERE'S A SEDAN IN FRONT OF THE-" Bruce never got to finish his sentence as Clint slammed on the brakes to stop behind a small, maroon sedan. Everyone flew forwards once more, the normal force strong enough that Steve's shield slid backwards once more to where he was. Just as Steve was about to make a grab for it, Clint slammed on the gas, sliding it forwards and out of his reach.

"This is quite amusing," Thor was gripping the seat like it was the lap bar on an amusement park ride, a grin on his face. "I did not know constant starts and stops could be so exhilarating! You must do more, friend Barton!" he encouraged, and Clint let out a whoop as he slammed on the brakes once more.

Somewhere in the middle of the bus, Tony was holding his head in his hands. "I thought you said you know how to drive this thing, Barton!" he called to the driver's seat. It was one of the reasons he'd agreed, after all-Natasha had vouched for his bus driving skills.

"I never said I knew how to drive this thing well!" Clint called back as he slammed on the brakes again, causing two HYDRA cars to swerve off of the highway and into the ravine below. "I don't know why any of you didn't object to this!"

Tony silently cursed himself for not securing some Ambien before this highway to hell had started. Clint revved forwards once again, and this time, the squeak of Steve's shield pierced through all of their ears like nails against a chalkboard.

Cautiously, Steve got out of his seat, edging into the aisle with one hand on the seat so that he'd have something to hold onto if Clint made any sudden stops. Fortunately for him, Clint seemed to be on a long stretch of straight highway as he bent down, scanning for the telltale glint of his shield.

There it was! Steve quickly scooted up a few rows, making a grab for his shield under the seat when-

SCCRREEEEEEEEECH.

Clint hit the brakes unexpectedly and quickly, causing them to scream and Steve to be thrown into the row as his shield slipped past his fingertips once more. He sighed and sullenly plopped into another row-his shield could wait until later. Behind him, Natasha slowly slid into the crack between the seat and the back of the next row, her snores filling up the rear.

Steve had to take a picture this time. The flash alerted Natasha to her surroundings, and she snorted, quickly becoming aware to her surroundings. She took off her helmet, peering blearily out the window. "Where the fuck are we?"

"If I had to guess, somewhere south of Indy," Tony answered, leaning back several rows. "Hey, Romanoff. What stuff did you take and where can I get some of it?"

"No, no and no," Natasha smirked, putting her helmet back on. "You're not screwing up the whole op with your snores." Tony pouted and slumped back into his seat, shooting straight back up when he heard Bruce's deep groan.

"Bruce?" he asked nervously, tensing when he was met with another groan. A peer around the seat revealed Bruce to be sweating profusely, his face a nasty shade of green. "Is this bus gonna meet the Other Guy?" Clint slammed on his brakes in caution, apologizing profusely as he heard Wanda and Pietro smack their heads against the bus seats.

"Barton," Pietro threatened weakly, raising an arm in the air. "If you ever need to drive a vehicle again, so help me, I will run you over there myself." Wanda nodded in agreement, eyeing the trashcan near the bus's door. She was wondering just how fast her brother would have to move to get it when Bruce suddenly stood up, wrenched open a side window, stuck his head out, and let go a torrential stream of vomit, letting it fly down the highway as the bus whipped speedily along.

"WITH A STARTING VELOCITY OF 12.5 METERS PER SECOND, A HORIZONTAL ACCELERATION OF TWENTY METERS PER SECOND, AND A TIME OF TWO POINT THREE SECONDS, THAT'S A DISTANCE OF EIGHTEEN METERS BEHIND US, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, AND WE HAVEN'T HIT ANYONE-oh," Tony had been halfway to shouting out the physics of Bruce's projectile vomit when they heard the loud splat of the vomit finding its mark. "I think we hit someone."

Since he was the closest, Steve turned around cautiously, squinting as he tried to figure out who it was that they'd hit. Perhaps they'd pull over apologize, and offer to clean the poor victim's car. After all, it wasn't every day you got hit with flying chunks of the Hulk's vomit.

He peered past the headlights to the Greyhound Bruce had hit, his eyes widening when he saw the vengeful faces of the group standing at the windshield. Steve gulped, cringing in embarrassment. "Clint," he called up to the front of the bus, "how much gas does this thing have in it?"

"Started with a full tank," Clint called back proudly. "Why, didja find out who we hit?" Natasha turned around, squinting in the same way Steve had. She let out an audible groan. "Who is it, Tasha?" Instead of saying anything, Natasha slapped her helmet back on and reached for more Ambien-she was going to need it.

"He hit Agent Coulson's team," Steve groaned, and Clint nearly slammed on the brakes once more in shock. "Apparently, they're out on the highway this time of night, too. And I think they're out for blood now."

"Someone call Coulson," Clint called, tossing his phone into the nether. Tony caught it with one outstretched hand, rubbing Bruce's back with the other. The aforementioned man was still a sickly shade of green, but with a plastic bag that had been conjured out of nowhere, he seemed to be doing better.

"Agent," he said in a clipped tone, nearly dropping Clint's phone as threats issued continuously from the speaker. When he put it back to his ear, his voice had gone up several octaves. "No, I promise Bruce didn't purposely throw up on your windshield. No, sir, I didn't know it was a rental. Yes, I'll pay for damages-WHAT THE FUUUUUUU-"

The school bus tipped precariously into the air as it was hit from behind, Steve actually flying from the back of the bus to somewhere in the middle, ducking as his shield flew over his head. Across from him, Natasha made the same journey, landing on top of a seat in a tangle of limbs.

Despite everything, she was still snoring.

"What the hell was that, Phil?" Clint had slammed on the gas to avoid flipping the bus over, and the rear end landed with a loud thud as it hit the road again, crushing a HYDRA squad car. "Are you trying to kill us or something?"

Coulson's voice was chilling. "This means war, Barton."


"DC, I thought you said this bus had wi-fi!" Skye complained as her fingers flew over her keyboard, her frown only growing. "I can't find a signal anywhere! How do you expect me to hack HYDRA if there isn't a wi-fi signal? And plus, I promised my followers I'd live tweet the whole chase!"

When her complaint was lost among the babble of voices, she tried again. "DC? Wi-fi? On the bus? Hello?"

"Skye, your father and I-Coulson and I-are having a discussion," May calmly admonished from her spot at the front of the tour bus. "Although it would be much appreciated if you could tell him that he can't drive the bus because he has one hand."

"May, we've been over this!" Coulson argued as he swerved through several lanes on the highway, all of them swaying precariously. "I can drive just fine with only one hand!" He managed to knock the back end of the bus into a HYDRA car, sending it spinning out. "See what I mean?" The entire Bus team screamed as they nearly collided with a large school bus. Seconds later, a large chunk of vomit hit their windshield, May recoiling in disgust.

"AND STARTING AT VELOCITY OF 12.5 METERS..."

"Is that Tony Stark?" Fitz asked, peering up from behind the seat. "Tell me Coulson didn't just crash into a bus holding Tony Stark. I need access to the randomizer he's got in his lab, and I'd prefer it if we were on good terms, thank you very much!"

"I wouldn't care if it was Ghandi that threw up on my windshield, they're not getting away with this," May muttered, hip-chucking Coulson out of the driver's seat. He landed with a thud on the floor, and she strapped herself in, throwing the bus into reverse and backing up.

"May, you've got a squad car thirty degrees to the left..." Bobbi was flitting back and forth between rows, making sure that all of the squad cars were directly in her reversed trajectory. "Forty to the right...hard left, May, I said hard left!" The tour bus swung to the right, and Bobbi let out a groan. "I swear, sometimes you take directions worse than Hunter does."

"I think you can put it into drive, Agent May, the distance should be enough that the resulting momentum will carry enough force," Simmons volunteered timidly from next to Fitz, not wanting to see May kill Bobbi. The two of them were crouched behind small trash cans, bracing themselves for the worst.

With a determined look on her face, May threw the bus into drive, pressing the pedal down so hard it nearly touched the floor. Coulson scrambled to strap himself in, bracing for the impact.

BAM!

FitzSimmons watched in amazement as the school bus in front of them swung upward, doing a wheelie as it sped forward. A second later, it crashed back down, crushing a car in its wake. As Coulson's phone rang, Simmons nearly launched herself at it to pick it up, not wanting to have to deal with May's outburst. "Director Coulson's phone."

"What the hell, Coulson?"

Simmons let out a squeak, launching over the phone to Coulson. "Clint Barton, sir." Coulson sighed as May reversed, pulling the tour bus up next to the door of the school bus. "And I don't think he sounds happy."

Boom!

"And I don't think May looks too happy about that, either," Fitz babbled nervously as he raced towards the back of the bus. He whipped open the door to the bathroom, where he and Simmons had sent up a mini laboratory. "Jem, the hydrochloric acid's on bloody fire!"

"I thought you said it wouldn't combust!" Simmons shouted as she hurtled towards the back of the bus, coming to stand next to Fitz as they watched the flames. "Although, I must admit, the resulting flame is quite a pretty color..."

"I didn't think it would combust either!" he exclaimed. "Must've been all the waste that was left in the toilet...you never know what people've left in there..."

"I can't believe this," Bobbi muttered as she aimed a fire extinguisher at their work. "You two managed to set a tour bus bathroom on fire. A tour bus bathroom." FitzSimmons gave her identical puppy dog faces as she finished putting the fire out. "And don't even try to plead with me. You're both barred from the lab when we get back."

"What the hell, Coulson?" Clint demanded, storming upon their bus. "You just rear-ended our bus! On a highway!" His nose crinkled as something caught his nose. "Do I smell something on fire?" Bobbi raised the fire extinguisher from the back. "Where's Hunter?" He looked towards Bobbi. "He's not in the fire you're trying to put out, is he?"

"Grow up," Hunter echoed irritably from the back row; he'd been asleep right up until May had back-ended the Avengers. "I just took out a bloody gang of HYDRA goons, could I at least get some rest before debriefing?" He shot a look at Mack, who was a row across from him. "Hell, even the tank man gets some sleep! Why don't I?"

"Because he wasn't the asshole that caused us to have to steal a tour bus in the first place," May muttered under her breath.

"What are you doing on the highway anyways?" Coulson demanded of Clint. "You're supposed to be taking out a HYDRA base!"

"I could say the same of you!" Clint answered. "Freaking Banner was driving, and then Steve probably hit the wrong address, and then he made the call to go into the damn school, and Banner parked the car in a freaking spot where it blew up, so we had to steal a bus!"

"What, are we blaming it all on us now?" Bruce's faint voice could be heard through the bus' open windows. "May I remind you that Stark was the one that blew a hole in the roof!"

"It was Point Break's idea!"

"I don't care whose idea it was, you threw up on the windshield!" May hollered out the window. "You threw up backwards on the windshield! And now we've got a fire in the back of the bus and several HYDRA cars under our wheels!"

"We would've had more if you'd taken a hard left, May!" Bobbi called from the back. May shot her the middle finger.

"We would've had them all if you'd let me drive!" Skye protested. "I've lived in a van before, it's not that much different from driving a tour bus!" There was the sound of a man getting out of a car, and immediately, everyone on the left side of the school bus had their weapons out, shooting at the man.

"THREE POINTS!" Natasha could be heard gloating to Steve as she picked off the next truck that was pulling up towards them. "Barton, take back point with Morse!" Bobbi and Clint opened the emergency door, Hunter tossing her a gun as the three of them began to defend the rear.

"Use the acid!" Simmons shrieked as bullets flew over their heads. "It'll incapacitate them!" Bobbi nodded, and as Clint covered her, reached into the bathroom for the beaker to lob it out. As soon as it hit one of the cars, it exploded in a giant ball of flame, forcing them all to duck and cover their ears. When it was over, Hunter poked his head out quickly, looking left and right to see if there were any HYDRA cars left.

"I don't think there's anything left," Wanda suggested quietly, finally daring to stick her head up. "We seem to have incapacitated everyone." Slowly, everyone came to the same consensus, congregating outside the buses.

"So we've got two stolen buses, several fireballs, and a bunch of wrecked cars," Clint summed up, tilting his head to see the cars May had crushed. "Who was driving that, Hunter? 'Cause they're all on the wrong side of the road, mate."

"Shut up, my driving's not that bad," Hunter defended. When Bobbi, Skye and Clint all stared him down, he put his hands aloft in a gesture of peace. "Fine. But I swear May was driving this time!"

"Excellent, Agent May, then this is yours." Maria Hill stepped out of a SHIELD van holding a large manila file aloft. "I expect to see it in my office no later than 1200 hours tomorrow." May bit back a groan. There was most definitely paperwork for the tour bus in there.

"I found my shield!" Steve exclaimed, hopping out of the school bus' emergency back door. "And there isn't a scratch on it!" His grin faded as Hill smacked another manila folder into his chest, another one spun to Bruce. "Agent Hill? What's this for?"

"For your unauthorized jump out of the aircraft, Rogers," she returned sharply. "How many times do I have to tell you not to jump out of an airplane without a parachute?" She turned to the group. "Alright, whoever didn't say five, pay up."

"Biih," May made an annoyed noise as she handed a twenty to Skye, who was gleefully pocketing her money. "I'm aiming for six next time."

"What can I say?" Skye grinned innocently as Bobbi grudgingly slapped her paycheck into Skye's hand. Hunter shifted around, pretending to look for his wallet, pulling it out when he received a glare from the rest of the team. "I'm good at these things."

"After all, it's not like he can say no to his girlfriend."


A/N (11/21): I've decided to bring this long, random saga to an end. There's a lot of be said about where I've come from, and I've decided that I want to be more than just random events and everyone running around causing havoc. That being said, I hope that anyone reading this decides to come find me as an author, because there'll be a lot more to come! :)