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Ahhh thanks for all the reviews, you guys are the best! Here's the next installment, Sushi Roulette! Also please note that this is set before the whole HYDRA thing (obvs bc Ward is in it) and this is like during that bit when Ward and May are sneaking around so yaaaa, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Fitz stood in the kitchen, muttering to himself as he looked for ingredients. It was his turn to host the roulette, and he was going to make sure it was a good one.
"Rice, aha!" he murmured when he spotted the bag of sushi rice. Yes, he was going to make sushi, and in one roll, he's going to put a lot of wasabi. He giggled, imagining the sight of one of his fellow agents sputtering over the spicy substance.
Eventually Fitz finished cutting up the last roll of sushi. He grinned at the spiked one. The wasabi wasn't visible at all. It just looked like avocado, which is something he had put in the other rolls.
He loaded all six rolls of sushi onto a platter and walked out with it balanced in one hand. Knowing Fitz, he'd probably drop it. The platter did slip out of his grip and it clattered to the floor. The sushi toppled off the plate and was now infested with germs.
Fitz silently cursed in his famous Scottish accent. One cannot take him seriously when he speaks with such an adorable accent.
He cleaned up the mess and returned to the kitchen to roll up the remaining rice in the seaweed. He didn't allow himself to rush, knowing that it would be totally worth it to see the look on the victim's face. Fitz placed the sushi rolls onto another plate and walked out to the bar, this time with both hands holding on. He gently lowered the plate on the bar and called for everyone to come.
"Guys, roulette time!" It took a few odd minutes for all the agents to arrive. Most groaned, but Simmons was excited as always.
"Aw Fitz," she said as a way of thanking him for continuing their disgusting tradition. They hadn't played roulette in a very long time, and Jemma missed it dearly. She chose the first roll and took a massive bite out of it. She munched on it freely, so she wasn't the victim.
The next to choose was Skye. Her hand lingered over the plate as her mind buzzed, choosing the one roll that she would eat. She finally lifted one off the plate and pushed it into her mouth. She obviously liked the taste, because she grinned, her mouth closed but full and held up two thumbs up.
Ward shook his head and chose a roll. He took one average bite out of the roll, but then spat it out, right in May's face.
"Sorry!" he exclaimed. May's features turned stone cold, her oddly calm anger sending shivers up the other agents' spines. She was fuming, but wasn't tearing Ward's head off.
She stood up and marched off to the bathroom to clean off.
"Your girlfriend's pissed," Skye sang.
"How did you-" Ward started, forgetting about the disgusting taste of wasabi that still poisoned his mouth. He was more interested in how Skye knew about him and May.
"We all know, Ward," Simmons cut him off.
"Yeah, it was so obvious," Fitz said, scratching the back of his head nervously. Looks like he didn't know after all.