Drabble 2: A Strange Family
AU where the team members are all siblings, posted for djpes.
Nick Fury paced the hallway, trying to calm himself. He was twenty-five years old, and left to take care of all of his adoptive siblings? That was not fair. Yes, May was twenty-one and Phil twenty-two, but they never helped him with the younger ones.
Skye was thirteen, and as full of attitude as a teenage girl could be. Jemma was eleven, and already smarter than Nick thought she should be. And Fitz? He was ten, and always following Jemma around.
Nick counted heads as he entered the living room and mentally cursed. Where was Grant?
"Alright guys. Where's Grant?" he asked.
Skye gave him one of her looks. "How should we know?"
Jemma looked up from her book. "I think he said he was working out."
"She's right." Fitz added. He was sitting on the couch next to Jemma, talking about something with her quietly. Nick thought he heard her say something about a letter from Hogwarts, but he couldn't be sure.
Nick walked over to Phil and waved a hand in front of his face. "Earth to Phil."
Phil reluctantly looked up from his computer. "What?"
"I need you to watch the others for me. I've gotta go get Grant."
Phil waved a hand, his eyes back on the screen. "Yeah, sure."
Nick sighed and walked quickly to the basement, where the fitness area was. Ward was lifting weights, headphones on and music blaring. Nick watched his routine for a few minutes, and then walked over and tapped Grant on the arm to get his attention.
The fifteen year old put the weight on his lap and sat up, all in a matter of seconds. He glared at Nick and took off his headphones. "What?" he asked.
"I need you to be upstairs with the rest of the family."
"Why?" he asked. "I'm safe down here. You can trust me."
Nick sighed. "I know that, Grant. But I'm supposed to watch all of you tonight. It's the only time I'm home for a while from the Academy."
Grant groaned and placed the weights back in their spots, stuffing his iPod in his pocket and letting his headphones hang around his neck. He was very strong, but he insisted on a strict training schedule anyway.
Nick patted him on the back as he walked upstairs, and they joined the others in the living room. The sight he was met with made his stress levels go up again.
"What the heck happened!?" He yelled.
There was party music coming from the laptop, and pillows were flying through the air at surprising speeds. Two were already torn, and the feathers were floating throughout the room, carried by the breeze from the fan.
Jemma, Skye, and Fitz were having a blast, running around and playing with the fallen feathers. May was chasing them whenever they stopped moving, and Phil was watching with a grin. When he heard Nick he stood and walked over to him. The little ones stopped for a minute, then started up again when May moved towards them.
"What did you do?" Nick asked. "I was gone less than five minutes!"
Phil took a minute to answer. In that time Grant snuck up on Skye and startled her, and joined the laughing and running around, picking up the smaller kids one at a time and tossing them onto the couch.
"Skye started picking fights, so we decided to distract them. Pillow fights always work." He was facing the living room, Nick looking the other way. Suddenly he cried, "Duck!" Phil dove to the floor quickly.
Nick wasn't so lucky. A pillow hit him in the back of the head. It fell with a small thump, and the noise behind him stopped abruptly. He turned around with his eyes glowering and took a big step into the living room.
"Who threw that?" he asked softly.
Skye pointed at Fitz, but Jemma stepped in front of him. "Me." She said.
"That's not true!" Fitz yelled from behind her, taking her hand and stepping next to her. "It was me."
Nick studied them and slowly picked up a pillow. "Whoever it was… is about to be chased!" He smiled and ran towards Skye, Jemma, and Fitz, who screamed in delight and ran away from him. He caught Jemma under one arm and Fitz under the other and made his way to the couch, laughing as they tried to break free of his grip.
"Aaaaaghhhh!" he yelled playfully. He dropped them carefully onto the couch and they laughed, collapsing against the cushions. They were having fun, but he could tell they were tired.
He sat down next to them and wiped his forehead. "Phew! I don't know about you guys, but I'm beat. Who's up for a movie?"
There was a chorus of "I am!", and Nick chuckled. "I missed you crazy kids."