AN: I am really sorry about how choppy last chapter was. Although, in the spirit of continuing the story I'm going ahead to post the next chapter. Once again saying that I don't own Agents of SHIELD or anything Marvel, although I did buy a very spiffy pair of Marvel sweatpants. Enjoy the story.

May sat on her bunk, she pulled out her phone and began to type a message to Coulson. She wanted to make sure he knew that she was leaving.

Coulson, I quit SHIELD today. The Director wanted me to stop going into the field. But, I can't be stuck behind a desk. I did that once, and I'm not going back. So, I'm headed up to New York to see some old friends. -May

Satisfied that it would give Coulson a good idea of where she was headed, May sent the text. She grabbed the bag beside here then grabbed one of the crutches. Walking, using only one crutch, was extremely difficult, but there was no way should would have been able to carry her bag and crutch at the same time.

It took her nearly thirty minutes to make her way to the lab. By the time she got there May was extremely tired and extremely pissed off at her leg. Since she had left her badge in her room, she waved through the window to get Fitzsimmons's attention. The pair of scientists saw her and walked over.

"May, why do you have a bag?" Fitz asked, his voice sounded very suspicious.

"Also, why on earth are you only using one crutch?" Simmons added, she gave May a disapproving stare.

"Fitz, Simmons, I quit," May told the pair of them and then continued despite their shocked looks. "Look, I'm can't stay with this organization any longer. I'm not going far, I'll be in New York if you need me. If you do need me, don't hesitate to call me."

"May," Simmons said, but for once, the biochemist was completely silent. It seemed she didn't know what to say.

"Simmons, it's final," May told Simmons kindly. "I'm serious though, call me if you need anything."

"Of course," Simmons said, Fitz leaned forward and grabbed May's bag. She was about to say something, but Fitz held up his hand.

"May, you've done so much for me and Simmons," Fitz said. "We're not letting you crutch out of here and carry your own bag."

"Thank you," May said, then she turned and began to slowly crutch her way down the hallway, Fitzsimmons tagging along behind her.


"Hey, Clint," Tony Stark called out to the archer. "There's someone at the door for you."

"Did they give you a name?" Clint asked suspiciously, not many people knew him personally.

"I think she said her name was Agent May," Tony said, "Some petite Asian lady."

Clint's head shot up. Mel? Why would she be here? The last time he had seen her was at Phil's funeral. Sure, she had called him to tell him that Phil was still alive. But other than that, it was complete radio silence.

"Was she visibly injured in any way?" Clint asked. If Mel was here, maybe it definitely wasn't because she was perfectly healthy.

"She has a cast on her left leg," Tony said. "But, Clint, who is this woman?"

"She's an old friend," Clint said as he ran past Tony. "Tell Natasha she is here. She'll be pissed if nobody tells her."

Clint ran down the stairs and into the entry hall. He saw May was leaning heavily against a crutch. From his view she looked defeated. Her head was tilted and her eyes were closed. He wondered what had happened to her. He would call Phil later. But first he would say what he could get out of her.

"Mel," He called as he ran down the last flight of stairs. May looked up and smiled when she saw him. She straightened her crutches and stepped forward a few times to meet Clint in a hug when he reached her.

"Hey, Clint," May said as they hugged. "How's life?"

"It's good," Clint said, they pulled apart. "Why are you here Mel? What happened with SHIELD?"

"I don't feel like talking about it," May said. "But, you said that if I ever needed a place to stay I could come back here. So, here I am."

"Okay, sounds good," Clint said. "There's an empty room between mine and Natasha's."

"Thank you, Clint," May said, touching Clint's arm sadly. Clint picked up May's bag and offered her his arm.

"Mel!" A loud cry came from the top of the stairs. Clint and May both looked up to see Natasha standing at the top of the stairs grinning wildly. She came barreling down the stairs. She was about to knock May over, but then she saw the crutch supporting her.

"Woah, Mel, what the hell happened?" Natasha asked, gesturing to the crutch with her hand.

"I got in a bit of a jam," May said, waving off the question to hug her friend. At the top of the stairs Tony and Steve quietly discussed who Agent May might possibly be. It was obvious that she was someone important to Clint and Nat, but how they knew her was still up in the air.

"So, I'm assuming that we're headed to the closest pub tonight," Clint said as he and Nat helped May to her temporary room.

"Of course," Natasha said, seemingly shocked by the thought that they wouldn't. It was their thing, to go out and get drunk when all three of them were together. It was something of a ritual at this point.

"I'm not sure, Nat, last time we went out it kind of ended badly," May reminded the red headed spy.

"That wasn't my fault," Natasha defended herself vehemently. "Clint was the one who brought the pineapple vodka. Where do you even find pineapple vodka?"

"It was all the gas station had," Clint shrugged, pushing open a door to reveal a very large room. May gazed around the room. It was massive, at least, compared to her bunk at SHIELD it was massive. What was she even supposed to do with this much space.


A few hours later, the trio headed out to the closest pub. Earlier, they had fought out several arm wrestling matches to see who would be buying. Clint had lost, by a large margin. He had muttered something about letting them win. But, both Steve and Tony had rolled their eyes at this. Clint hadn't lasted even a minute against the girls, whereas May and Natasha had been trapped in a stalemate for nearly ten minutes. Clint was not looking forward to the bill from tonight. Mel and Natasha could nearly drink his body weight and that was on a good day.

AN: Thanks for reading. If you noticed I have changed the Avengers storyline in a few major ways, which I hope you all won't mind too much. I hate the tension between Team Steve and Team Tony in Civil War, so I've decided to leave it out. Also, Pietro is going to be alive, because he's f***ing amazing. Not to mention, Clint isn't married because that would screw up Clintasha. I'm sorry if that's not your jam, but it's how I'm gonna roll. Feel free to leave any comments or questions and I will try to respond. Peace out, homies.