Peter entered mess hall and got on the line. After a few moments, he noticed the line hadn't moved and inch and saw there was no food out.
"Excuse me, what's going on?" Peter began to ask the person in front of him before a loud crash and a series of gun shots rang out, causing the agents in the room to all jump.
"It's alright! It's alright…" the cook said, coming out of the kitchen. "Unfortunately… it's going to be a few minutes..."
"Dobson… what the hell was that?" One of the agents asked. "I thought you said you got rid of all the rats."
"I'm a cook, not an exterminator."
"How long?"
"Give me… twenty minutes."
The crowd groaned.
"Hey, you want food covered in rat shit?"
Peter looked to one side and saw the pilot of the jet from earlier sitting talking to Skye. He walked up next to the two of them
"Hey, Skye, are you alright?" Peter asked "You looked upset bef…"
At this point he realized it wasn't Skye, but her sister.
"… Um, sorry… my mistake."
"It's alright." Daisy said "gonna take some getting used to… You can sit and wait with us if you'd like."
"It's fine, don't mind me." He said.
"Hey, people with skills should hang out, get to know each other" the pilot said "We all know who you are, Peter."
He sheepishly sat down.
"I'm Daisy, and this is my boyfriend, Scott."
"We kinda me on the way here." Scott told her.
Peter took a good, hard look at Scott.
"You know…" Peter began "I could swear I've seen you before somewhere…"
"I just have one of those faces."
"babe," Daisy added "you don't. You could easily blend into a crowd half the time."
"I swear, I think it was at school."
"Oh fuck…" Scott said as he took a deep breath, looking down at the table. "I should have known this would come back to haunt me…"
He looked up at Peter and made a weird face.
"HOLY SHIT!" Peter said, "It's YOU!"
"Yeah…"
"How did you not get expelled for that?"
"Mr. Morita and my Grandfather have connections, put it that way... And, truth be told, it was an accident. I let people think I did it on purpose because it made people like me. I wasn't exactly Mr. Popular."
Daisy looked back and forth at the two like she was watching a tennis match.
"OK, what the fuck are you two going on about?"
Scott bit his lip.
"I went to the same school Peter here goes to. You know how… in Biology, you often dissect things?"
"Let me guess… You let the frogs loose?" Daisy said, "talk about cliché."
"Not intentionally…" He said quickly. "I… I…" he muttered something under his breath.
"Babe… Cards on the table."
"I was scared of frogs when I was little." He said "I panicked, and my telekinesis went off. No one saw me do I and everyone thought I just pushed it off the table."
"Outside the office of the school paper," Peter added "is framed copy of an issue about it, with him making that face chasing the frogs around the room."
"Ok, THAT I've got to see." Daisy said.