Chapter 2 : May the odds be ever in your favor.
After a short drive back to the airfield Coulson pulled Lola onto her spot on the ramp, as he shut and locked the doors to his pride and joy Coulson looked around the hangar to see if the others had parked the car. It was just them for now. Skye was leaning into the boot of the car and removing the bags of Nerf guns and bullets.
"where do we start? I'll go get the a knife so we can cut open all the boxes you just unpack it all and set up what you can here". By mid sentence Coulson was on the canopy above the lab ready to enter the 'break room'. Seen as he never agreed with it at first Coulson now seemed pretty pumped to actually start. Skye knew there was at least one childish bone in Coulson's body.
"okay - I have a plan for it all and everything – hey AC bring a pen and paper to while your at it!". Skye shouted hearing the echo of her voice ripple through the plane. Skye turned around and started sharing out all the magazine pouches and placing a vest with each stash. By the time she had finished with that Coulson had shown up with a knife for each of them and a paper pad and marker for Skye. They soon started to rip open the guns out of there boxes like extremely spoilt children. Getting carried away with ripping all the boxes they didn't notice they had opened them all.
"Now all we have to is give a gun and a pistol to each member, but I thought we could put them in crates for each team with the name on each set", stated Skye with her hand on her hips staring at the layout currently covering the majority of space in front of them. Coulson looked at her. "Sounds good, come on then".
Ten minutes later all the guns and foam bullets were placed in cases labelled with the names of the team. The only thing left to do was write the note for them all to see and the two notes for both Skye and Coulson's teammate informing them where to take the crate with there things.
"I'll write the notes, you'll have to ask where all the team are." ordered Skye as she started to pull the lid off the marker.
Welcome back guys! Inside your teams allocated crate is your set of weapons and bullets (don't worry Ward I didn't mess up the weapons cache, there Nerf guns).
Shoot to kill (not literally guys') and the last team standing is the winner and gets to pick tonight's movie AND takeaway choice. The losers are to collect the takeaway and face a forfeit decided by the victor!
The teams are as followed:
Ward and Fitz
May and Coulson
Simmons and Skye
Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor.
After the main note, Skye wrote the other two to be put into hers and Coulson's cases'. It was all ready. The only thing left to do now was call everyone so that they would come back all together and Nerf war is go!
"Right everything is set up now so get ready in your spot and ill send out the message to be back in ten, they are all local to the airfield so they should get here pretty quick". Skye was now tapping away at her phone sending out the message to Ward, may and Fitzsimmons over the encrypted line they had set up.
Soon after Skye sent the text out the two cars with the rest of the team in them were being pulled into the hangar. Skye and Coulson bolted for the places they were meant to be hiding just in time for the bay door to open up. May, Ward and Fitzsimmons filled the entrance and surrounded the crates and note left on top. Skye was watching the CCTV feed for the bus; she saw Ward pick up the note and read it to the rest of the team. Within seconds the teams were together and she saw Simmons and May pick up the notes – read them and run.
Simmons ran towards the medical closet after reading the note. "knock, knock Skye are you in there.", chimed Simmons as she tapped lightly on the door. She was suddenly being pulled into the closet by Skye. The yelp she let out as she was pulled in registered to Skye and smirked slightly at the British girls reaction.
"Bloody hell Skye, you scared me" stressed Simmons as she she pulled Skye into a hug. Skye blushed at the sudden contact with Jemma. Damn, what's up with me it's just Jemma?
"Hey Jemma, how was the science thingy?" asked Skye.
"Oh yes, it was fantastic Fitz and I had a blast!" commented Jemma
She pulled open the crate and shared out the things in the box and gave Simmons what she needed. She received a thanks as she handed everything over to Jemma who was failing at putting her vest on.
"Come here Jemma, anyone would think you never left the lab" said Skye as she yanked a helpless Simmons a few inches closer to sort her out. Jemma blushed at the comment and use of her first name. She only ever blushed when Skye Said it though - no one else had the effect Skye does. She pushed the loose strand of hair behind her ear that flew forward as Skye had pulled her.
"I guess my lack of field training really shows" answered Simmons with a light chuckle. Skye also laughed and muttered "I guess it does" as she tugged on the zip, which pulled an unaware Jemma even closer. Jemma only realized this when she felt a warm breath brush her face. Her head bolted up as she made eye contact with Skye. The pair simultaneously uttered a sorry and pulled away from one another.
When did talking with Jemma become so awkward? And whys it so warm? Skye thought about it and to no avail had no answer. Jemma looks quite nice today, smells nice too. Her thoughts intruded and fuzzed up her concentration. What on earth is going on? I'm crushing on Jemma hard! "uh hello, earth to Skye, we should go out and look for them, I really want to win" said Simmons as she waved her hand in front of Skye's face. Skye snapped out of her trance and looked straight at Simmons, "absolutely! Come on be quiet though, it turns out your a bad liar and someone not very light on there feet." Skye smirked and noticed another light blush on Jemma's face.
Throughout the bus for an hour the teams were bobbing and weaving throughout hiding spots and closets and still no one had been hit. It wasn't until everyone collided in the break room things got fascinating. May and Coulson were behind the wall by the cockpit, Ward and Fitz were crouched behind the mini bar and Simmons and Skye were in the spare pod near the stairs towards the cargo bay. Suddenly what seemed a random series of shots by May landed Behind the bar. "ow, bloody hell I've been hit, man down" screamed a defeated Fitz. Ward stood looking a little miserable and sighed "you got me too, well done May". Both Fitz and Ward dropped there guns to the floor and sat back down behind the bar so that they were out of the way.
"Crap, Skye it's just us – what are we going to do now?" a stressed and competitive Simmons crouched on the floor close to Skye in the pod. "Wing it" stated Skye simply. "Wing it? What's that supposed to mean? We can't just-", before Jemma could finish her sentence the pod doors swooshed open. May and Coulson had their pistols drew and emptied the bunch of foam bullets into the girls legs and chest. The both girls screamed and yelped from fright and connection of the foam bullets. During in the soon to be heated conversation the pair had not noticed that May and Coulson had ran towards the pod.
"May the odds be ever in your favor, Skye" said Coulson as he started to do a victory dance around the room. May gave a micro smile that she bursts out into every now and then and helped the pair up. "looks like we win ladies".
"Great, that means no pizza" said a disappointed Skye. "Yes, I was hoping we could watch paranormal activity" added an also defeated Simmons. All of the team were now sitting around the TV slouched and sprawled out around the sofa, clearly drained and ready for food. Coulson came in with the film and also the list of food that Skye and Simmons had to retrieve. Coulson handed Simmons the list, "we made the list already, we kinda guessed we would win" Coulson smirked. They all let out a hearty laugh. "Yes this time round, wait until next time" said Fitz triumphantly towards the whole team. They all laughed again "oh, this is war, you guys will most defiantly loose next time" added Simmons who had her hands on her hips. Skye looked at Jemma and remembered its how she stood when she did an impression of Ward. I'm agent Grant Ward and I can rupture your spleen with my left pinky... blindfolded. Skye laughed at the memory, recalling just how funny it was.
"Well, losers get the meal and that's us Jemma, come one we'll have to fetch it." Skye Stood up and smiled at Jemma. This earned her yet another blush. What is going on today? Thought Skye as she walked with Simmons down the stairs and out of the cargo bay. The pair of them got into the car and headed out towards the gates to get the Chinese take-away.