A/N
Woo hi guys, sorry I've been MIA for a little while. I've just had exam block until Thursday last week, and then had a tournament until yesterday, but now I'm back! Ben Mitchell (Luke Mitchell's brother!) was supposed to compete in the same tournament but then he pulled out which was disappointing :( But anyhoo, here it is, Russian Roulette!
Thanks for reviewing btw, it means a lot :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
May was getting tired of the team's games of roulette. The worst thing you could get was something foul tasting, or in her instance, a bad case of diarrhea. She wanted to switch it up a bit, and make being the victim that little bit more terrifying. The agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. were going to play Russian Roulette, paintball style.
May had a collection of S.H.I.E.L.D. issue paintball guns which are usually used for practice missions and what have you. She had six of them, lined up neatly on one of the benches in FitzSimmons' lab. Only one of the six was loaded with a painful, colourful, foul smelling bullet inside.
May called her fellow agents down to the lab, where she had set up a miniature shooting range.
"Um, May, what's going on?" Skye asked, examining the four realistic-looking pistols sitting on the bench.
"Russian Roulette," she responded, her expression remaining completely serious. They all thought May had gone insane.
FitzSimmons launched into an angry rant at May, while the others were still trying to process what the hell May was thinking.
"Calm down, they're just paint guns," she said coldly, interrupting the scientists' rambling. The others visibly relaxed.
They each picked out a gun and paired up, having their partner shoot them with the gun from a mark placed five feet away from the screen May set up.
First to go were FitzSimmons, with Fitz being the first target. Simmons had her eyes squeezed shut as she pulled the trigger. Fortunately, nothing shot out of the gun. She and her Scottish friend switched places and the same thing happened; no paint.
Next were Skye and Ward, with Skye standing in front of the plastic screen. She stared down the barrel of the gun, waiting for Grant to pull the trigger. As soon as he did, a bang sounded through the BUS and Skye's front was splatteedr with paint. She wasn't too flustered, apart from the pain the briefly shot through her body and the bruise she knew would form.
A few seconds later, a foul smell wafted into Skye's nose, making her feel like throwing up.
"Oh my god, May! What the hell's in this paint?" she exclaimed, her voice nasally from the fingers pinching her nose shut. May just smirked, folding her arms across her chest victoriously.