Coulson straightened his black tie and his jacket over his pressed white button down shirt as he walked down the hall. He rounded the corner and entered the dining area where Simmons was making French toast.
"Good morning, Sir," she said cheerfully, "all packed for your recruiting trip?"
Coulson nodded. "Good morning, Simmons, Yes, I am; just hoping to get a few snacks for the flight."
He glanced to the side, and spotted Fitz sitting awkwardly beside May who was sitting in the far corner, drinking tea, with a small plate of French toast in front of her. "Morning, May, Fitz."
May glared at him in response as she sipped her tea, and Fitz muttered a quiet greeting through a mouthful of toast.
Coulson sat down opposite May, and helped himself to the pile of toast that Simmons had just placed in the middle of the table and soon the only sounds in the room were chewing, sizzling and the clatter of cutlery. After a few minutes had passed, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D spoke.
"I need someone to clear out Ward's room."
The effects of the words were immediate. Simmons dropped the piece of toast that she had been currently been moving from the pan to a plate, Fitz sprayed his mouthful of orange juice across the table, luckily missing May, who glared some more as she finished her tea, then got up to make some more. Coulson took a long breath, and continued. "I know none of you want to, but we've been putting it off for too long, and in the event that we get that cloaking soon," he tried not to look at the quiet engineer in the corner, "we would need that room cleared before that. Anyone up for-"
"I'm sorry, Sir, but I'm working on that, uh, thing in the lab," Simmons quickly said, "you said you need it as soon as possible. In fact, I should go do that now." She promptly turned off the stove and left the kitchen in a hurry, also leaving pieces of bread soaking in egg.
May finished making her tea and said, "busy," as she left. Fitz jumped up quickly once he and the director were alone and said, "I think Mack said he might need some help in the, uh, the garage, so I- I should probably go find him."
As he was leaving, he stumbled over his feet, and ran into Skye.
"Whoa, morning Fitz," she said, grabbing Fitz's arm to steady him. Fitz looked up, and a small grin spread across his face when he saw who he had run into. "Skye could do it, Sir," and left the room. Skye turned around, looking utterly confused. "What was that about? And what am I doing?"
Because he was running out of options, Coulson decided not to ask her nicely. He stood up, and poured himself a cup of coffee before he spoke. "I need Ward's room on the bus cleared out before I get back in a week." Before his nice fatherly mode could kick back in, the director exited the kitchen, leaving a confused and angry Skye alone.
Thanks for reading chapter 1! I probably won't be updating until September rolls around, but I'll try my best.
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