Agh. Sorry for no updates. I can't guarantee when I'll update next, but the story is in NO WAY on hiatus. I'm working on a bigger project, and I started this when I had writer's block. Writer's block is gone. I'll try and get you an update within the next week and a bit, sorry for the wait... :(
_Have this tidbit_
The plane ride to London was long. Like, tear out your hair if you don't have a book long.
Steve had a book. Bruce had a book. Thor had... A book in a language nobody but him knew, and Tony had a book-or liquor, he didn't seem like the reading kind and he flipped the pages very irregularly. Natasha and Clint her flying.
Skye and Jemma did not have a book.
Their attempts to pass the time ended badly.
Their first attempt was to engage the Avengers in conversation. What they got amounted to this:
-Bruce doesn't like pineapple.
-Clint can aim backwards, and will hit, and that will not impede the aircraft's flight.
-None of them cared about Skye's Rising Tide background. (Not because they knew she was a good person, or anything sentimental like that. They really just didn't care in general.)
-And yes, if pressed enough Thor will eventually give up ignoring you and let you attempt to hold mjolnir. No, They couldn't do it.
So Skye Jemma resorted to other time passing events.
Only three explosions occurred, and Jemma only caused two. (Which may or may not have been influenced by Tony)
The third occurred when Thor dropped his hammer, after a loud thud and a snarling, inhuman grey face at the window caught his attention.