I have a plan and please just trust me.

Phil came out of the office and saw May's ex-husband was crumpled on the floor holding his face, but he could also see that something had been broken, his nose was not straight.

"You had to do it…I call you back here so we can help each other and you can't help but antagonise her. Do you want to die? She would wipe the floor with you, now go down to the lab and let Simmons fix you and try not to piss her off anymore, or you won't last another day here."

Coulson walked down to the gym leaving him groaning on the floor, he knew something must've been antagonising her and there are a few hot buttons that you leave alone. For a smack in the nose it must have been around 5/6 on the scale but he needed to have words with her, she was, and still is, the love of his life, but he needed May's ex in one piece.

He knew she was reasonably angry; she had only half changed and was kicking the stuffing out of the punching bag. He got up behind the bag and held it, coming a split second from getting a kick to the side of the face but May was a skilled fighter and stopped herself just as the tip touched his cheek.

Coulson breathed a sigh of relief, he knew the power that she wielded, he walked around the bag and glided his hands down her arms and held her close breathing in the scent that was just her.

He could feel her tense and coiled like a cobra, but as he soothingly rubbed circles on her back and felt the tension leave her body. She looked up at him and he could the conflict in her face, the pain and ghosts of the past warring with the anger of the present.

"Look we are down at the moment and building our way back up from nothing. I am a little low on resources and need to use some questionable people to get the information that I want, but more importantly, ensuring our survival. I don't want him here anymore than you do, well I doubt anyone could want him gone anymore than you do, but I just need the information. I have word that there are agents being held, and they're being used for information or tortured for secrets that we don't want revealing especially as they're about the new S.H.I.E.L.D. I have been pointed in his direction cause a snitch was willing to sell secrets for money and I need those secrets. I know the trouble that he's going to bring, but for you, I would take anything."

She looked at him and knew that he was right, if they could save some of their own then she would play nice, or as nice as she could from a distance but if he started then she would kick his ass in a heartbeat.

She turned her head into the crux of his neck and peppered his pulse point with kisses enfolding her arms under his and wrapped then around his back. She could feel the steady beat of his pulse and heart knowing that no matter what her ex brought they could deal with it together.

What they didn't know was they weren't alone, hidden in the alcove was a brooding and furious set of eyes staring at the scene before him. May was his and his alone; she should've learnt that the first time. If she needed a trip down memory lane then he would gladly take her there. She's a lot stronger; maybe she would provide the secrets to wipe out S.H.I.E.L.D. altogether and ultimately Phil Coulson. He didn't love her, but she still belonged to him and his organisation and if she wouldn't come willingly, he would finish her ass well.

He walked into the now empty lab and swiped his arm clean across the table, scattering precious tests and equipment that could take them weeks to repair but whilst they were doing that he would be gathering information and secrets to get people into the base. The glass shattered across the floor, liquid dripping off the table and he knew that his work had been done. He left the room slipping back into the alcove and waiting for the chaos to occur then he could slip upstairs into the bunks and eventually Phil's office.

He whispered into his cufflink on his wrist, entering the information that he had gathered so far, knowing that the best secrets would be in Coulson's office but no way to get there whilst they were stood in the middle of the gym like a pair of horny teenagers. His eyes zeroed in on May and his blood started to boil, he knew she had been sleeping with him before they were divorced he could just never prove it, but he will make them both suffer.

Phil and May parted, he rubbed his nose gently against hers and stared into her eyes, the world around them cease to exist until something smashed off in the lab causing them to instantly part and race towards the commotion.

"What the hell's happened here?" May looked pissed and Phil was trying to work out how this had happened with them being so near to the lab, the chaos would set them back weeks and the tests that Simmons had been testing would take precious time to replicate. Someone has sabotaged their lab on purpose, they hadn't seen anyone and suddenly the guilt had set in and Phil realised he had let something interfere on the job and he about turned and walked up to his office slamming the door shut.

May watched him walked away and knew exactly what he was thinking, knowing that she would have a fight on her hand she made her way up to his office, only to find that the door had been locked from the inside.

May felt her heart plummet through the floor and the tears began to fall, she turned around with her back to the door and dropped to sit with her back against it and her knees folded to her chest. The stress and emotional turmoil combined with lack of sleep was wearing her down and breaking her heart, she had the world in the palm of her hand and now it was dust that sat on the floor beside her.

She didn't realise that someone was watching her as her temper flared and she started to kick and punch the office door and the rings of, "PHIL OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR NOW, OR I SWEAR I WILL KICK IT IN."

He chuckled to himself and walked to make a drink knowing that seeds of chaos had once again been spread across the S.H.I.E.L.D. facility and now it was his turn to watch them bloom with is help, of course.