Down in the kitchen Simmons was making a sandwich for Brynn while the rest of the team stood around awkwardly.

"So…" said Hunter, tapping his fingers on the counter "When did you learn martial arts?"

"I didn't learn. I just figured out a bit on my own," she said excitedly, "The jumping on their chest part is really fun. You have to aim in such a way that they'll fall and hit their head right on the edge of the trashcan, then if they're not out by then, punch them in between the eyes."

"You're an evil little child, you know that?"

"Hunter!" snapped Bobbi.

"It's the truth!"

"Just shut up."

Simmons set a plate in front of Brynn. "Okay, sweetie. Here you go."

"Thanks, errr….." Brynn paused, not knowing what Simmons's name was.

"Jemma. Jemma Simmons."

"Thanks Jemma."

"So, Brynn, how do you like school?"

"Meh. It's okay." Said Brynn, swallowing her food.

"How do you like science… you know, like, engineering, say?" asked Fitz.

"Oh, come on, really Fitz?" Skye rolled her eyes.

"Engineering's okay. But I'm learning about human cells right now. Boring stuff. "

"Yeah, I know," said Fitz, "Jemma seems to find it so fascinating, though."

"Because it is!" interjected Simmons.

"How?!"

"The human body is the most fascinating thing there is! Much more fascinating than engineering and the like."

"Oh yeah? Ask Coulson. I'm pretty sure he'll say that fixing Lola is much more exciting than poking people around with needles."

"Oh don't bring Coulson into this!"

"And much more fascinating than dead cats in the lab!"

"Oh, the stupid cat, again? Really Leopold?"

"Oh don't "Leopold" me."

Mack sighed. "You'll get used to it," he whispered to Brynn, "It takes time."

"I actually ship them already," she piped up.

"You what?" asked Mack.

"Omg, Mack," said Skye, "Ship? Wish they were in a relationship? You really don't know this stuff?"

"No…"

"You need to read some fanfiction, my dear."

"What the hell is fanfiction?"

"The best thing there is, besides Thor," said Brynn, chewing on a piece of bacon.

"Yes!" said Skye, fist-bumping the air, "Thor-3, Iron Man-2. The child's right, Alphonso. You need fanfiction."

"Don't "Alphonso" me…"

"Come one, everyone knows that Iron Man is better," said Fitz, "All Thor does is throw a hammer around."

"Don't insult my bae," warned Skye, "But, since there are more people on Thor's side, I think we win. Anyways, fanfiction is stories that people write about their fandom, Mack."

"Fandom?"

"My poor boy!" squeaked Simmons, "Even I know what a fandom is! You need education."

"Wha- I need education? Who's the one who finished the cloaking device?" he barked back.

"Oh no you did not just go there," said Fitz, dropping the jar of pesto aioli.

Suddenly everyone was arguing over Iron man, Thor, education and cloaking devices all at once, with Bobbi yelling at everyone to shut up and be mature and Hunter, feeling the urge to join in the argument, teasing Mack for having a girl's name for a last name. Brynn secretly ate Fitz's half made sandwich.

No one noticed Coulson and May standing by the door.

"Captain America is the best!" yelled Coulson over the hubbub. That silenced everyone.

"Uh, sir, we were a—" stuttered Skye.

"I think this discussion is over. Captain America is the best. Anyways, we have decided to keep Brynn on the base with us."

"On a few conditions," said May, "She won't get a gun, she's not allowed in the shooting range, no one tries to spar with her, she's not allowed anywhere near the Vaults, she only has access to one laptop, and she can't leave the base without an adult. And Coulson's not reading any bedtime stories."

Fitz jumped. "Where's my sandwich?"