"There has to be some gas somewhere" Coulson said, exasperation clear.
"We've looked everywhere. There is none." May said.
"We didn't look under all the hay?" Ward suggested, pulling a piece of hay off his ear. It had been irritating him for a while.
"This is true." Skye pointed out. She was slightly upset she had missed out on an opportunity to throw hay at Ward and get away with it.
"Let's look under the hay then." Coulson ordered.
Slowly Ward and May climbed to the top of the hay bale staircase and started throwing bale after bale of hay down towards the others. Coulson, Skye, Simmons and Fitz then stacked them on the other side of the cage.
The staircase slowly diminished until there were only two levels left. Ward and May jumped off the top of it and everyone grabbed a bale and put it with the others.
They found no gas, but they did find a cog wheel mechanism.
"It could run the gates." Fitz said fascinated as he began to prod and poke it.
Coulson was inspecting their useless blow torch. He pressed on a button on the side.
"Fitz. Are you sure you've put this together right?" he asked the rocket scientist.
"Yes. Why?"
"Just, I don't remember seeing a button like this on a one before."
Fitz grabbed the blowtorch out of Coulson hands and inspected the button.
"I don't see how else the parts would go together, but you're right. This button is out of place." Fitz admitted.
"Why don't we take it to pieces and put it back together?" Simmons suggested.
Fitz looked at her like he wanted to kill her, but relented when he realised that they really had no other options.
While Fitz and Simmons worked on disassembling and reassembling the parts they had acquired when outrunning the dogs, Coulson and May went to investigate the cog mechanism further, while Skye pulled Ward off to the stack of hay bales.
"That was some kiss" Skye said in a low voice, as she threw a handful of hay at Ward.
"Don't get used to it." Ward warned her with a glint in his eye and playfully throwing a handful back.
"What if I want to?" Skye asked as seductively as she could without making it obvious to the others.
Ward paused; the realisation of what Skye was implying taking a few moments to sink in. She took the opportunity to throw some more hay at him.
In retaliation, Ward grabbed the biggest armful of hay he could muster and chased her. When he caught her, he pinned her to the floor and stuffed the hay everywhere he could reach: her hair, her sandles, down the back of her wet t-shirt...
That's when his hand felt something hard and cold against his hand.
"Hey May. Take a look at this!" Coulson said, jumping down into the cog mechanism.
"What?" May asked, jumping down beside him.
"I think there's a piece missing." Coulson told her
"It runs the gate. How can there be a piece missing?" May asked. She was confused.
"See. There. It looks like something should be there but it isn't!" Coulson repeated, pointing to where he was meaning
"Yeah. I see it. What do you think goes in there?"
May and Coulson were distracted at that point by squeals coming from Skye and they watched as Ward playfully forced her to the floor and started attacking her with hay.
Coulson shook his head as they watched.
"Ward has a playful side. Who knew?" May said, shocked. She had never seen this side of Ward before.
They watched as Ward stopped forcing hay down Skye's top and his expression changed back to a serious one. They saw him brush his hand against something in the hay.
"It's no good. All we have is the pieces of a blowtorch and no gas!" Fitz cried frustrated as he and Simmons, yet again, assembled a blow torch which had no gas.
"There has to be something. It all has to do with that button!" Simmons soothed, trying to get Fitz to focus.
"All the parts we have make up this blowtorch. There is nothing else!" Fitz cried again, throwing it to the ground.
"Let's start again." Simmons suggested.
They heard squeals as Ward decked Skye and watched them play fight. Simmons hoped that the distraction would be what Fitz needed to solve this puzzle.
They watched as Skye whimpered helplessly as Ward attacked her with hay. They also watched his stance and behaviour change. They watched him withdraw his hand from the hay and pull out a shiny metal cylinder from the bale of hay.