Managed to crank out another one fairly quickly.(Don't get used to it.)
This one is for Eye Spy.

*Fixed. Sorry about that I screwed up the country. Thanks to braaf hond for that.

Enjoy.

The glaring LEDs in the desk clock read 1:57 AM. Coulson glanced away from the file in his hand. He rolled his shoulders to alleviate some of the stiffness, his hands moved up to massage the muscle in his neck. He stood up and turned off the lamp walking in darkness towards the door. The trip down the stairs only took a few moments but it seemed longer considering the pain that emanated from his muscles. By the last step he had managed to work out most of the stiffness yet the muscle in his neck refused to stop spasming.

He glanced towards the cockpit and then towards the bunks, he sighed leaning back against the spiral staircase. The Shield emblem on the wall emanated a faint blue light, it cascaded across his back while he walked to the cockpit. The door opened quickly and Coulson slipped in. All the instruments were lit up with an array of colors, May sat in the pilot seat with her headset on and her aviators resting just above the headset.

Neither had spoken since Sweden, which happened nearly four days ago. Despite the bus being relatively small she had managed to avoid him. The other team members noticed quickly but avoided bringing it up. Coulson figured that if he hadn't come here that she could continue to avoid him indefinitely or till the next mission.

Coulson slipped into the co-pilot seat the black leather sunk under his weight. He closed his eyes momentarily, concentrating on where to begin this talk. Most of the cockpit talks tended to be one sided so it was best to have all he wanted to say at the tip of his tongue. He opened his eyes and then opened his mouth.

"Were you serious?" the feminine voice echoed through the cockpit.

Coulson jerked his head up a little faster then intended and stifled a groan, the pain was excruciating.

"Hm?" he replied while massaging his neck. May continued to stare forward, ignoring the social norm to look at someone while talking. She fiddled with a knob until some dial appeared to do what she wanted. Coulson sat hunched over with his elbows on his knees and both hands around his neck with his fingers digging into the skin. "Hm?"

"Were you serious?" Coulson face scrunched up in confusion.

"About?" he sighed back, getting tired of brisk comments. Agent May pushed up the mic on the side of the headset and glanced to a number of other flight instruments.

"Learning to fly."

He paused. Originally he hadn't be serious he just used it to try and start a conversation however, it would be a valuable skill.

"Ye-s." The answer lacked conviction partially because Coulson felt bone-tired and this wasn't what they needed to talk about. Yet, May took the aviators and headset off and hooked them on a side latch. Her chair swiveled and she stood up, wearing the exact same uniform she always did. She stepped out of his way and waited. Coulson relocated to the pilot chair and she moved to stand behind him. She leaned slightly over the top of the chair and began to point out the various instruments and their purpose: altimeter – altitude above sea level, attitude – relation to horizon, airspeed, magnetic compass, vertical speed indicator, course deviation indicator and it only continued.

While May's instruction was very thorough Coulson still strained to retain all the information, two in the morning was not the proper time to learn a new skill. May finally sat down in the co-pilot's seat occasionally calling out for a correction. The plane flew smoothly although Coulson had a hunch that she was doing some adjustments from the co-pilot seat. Once Coulson felt slightly more comfortable he finally spoke.

"We need to talk about Sweden." May remained quiet and Coulson struggled to remember what exactly he wanted to say. The attitude moved slightly and Coulson corrected it. Then he continued "We're senior agents and we argued in front of the team."

"I brought up valid concerns." returned May, at this point May crossed her arms and leaned back in the chair. Another dial moved and Coulson corrected, he looked over glancing between her, the instruments, and outside.

"I know that but," he stumbled around trying to find the right words "it makes others uncomfortable when Mom and Dad fight." Coulson winced, it didn't sound quite right. May turned giving him a guarded but puzzled look. He gave her a half shrug "Skye."

"Fine." her reply was terse, "Then you shouldn't of questioned if I had your back." She was right, he did question her loyalty when she suggested to take out Akela and he did it in front of everyone. Not waiting for a reply May got up and she walked out of the cockpit.

After May left Coulson became extremely nervous, his palms started to sweat and he tripled checked dials. He believed that May would eventually come back but he hadn't planned to be flying solo after less than an hour of practice. After five minutes the door to the cockpit slid open once more, May had returned with with a steaming black mug and a small packet that Coulson couldn't make out. She nestled the tea into her chair so that it wouldn't spill. Coulson managed to get a clear look at the pack.

"Heating pack?" He questioned. She nodded and bent the metal disk inside the package and wrapped it in a hand cloth. The chemical reaction happened within seconds the cloth became warm, she moved toward Coulson and put it against his neck he instantly leaned back into it. He managed to trap the pack between the back of the chair and his neck. May picked up her tea and sat back down taking a sip.

The heat felt magical. Coulson took a few moments before replying.

"You're right. I shouldn't have questioned your loyalty." Coulson swiveled in the pilot chair, he grabbed the heat pack and held it against his neck and scooted forward slightly. "But," She peered over her mug and flipped a switch so that controls transferred to co-pilot. "You need to realize that I'm suppose to have your back as well. When you went after Akela, if you had been wounded or worse killed, that would of fallen on me. I made it but.." he trailed off.

She didn't respond but Coulson trusted her to work towards making their partnership more symbiotic. He got up ready to head to bed and May stood. She reached passed him and grabbed the headset, he turned and she took her aviators and held them out to him. He raised an eyebrow.

"Required pilot gear." She slipped into the pilot seat, changed the controls back over and put the headset on. He held the heat pack in one hand the aviators in the other and went to bed.

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