Escape, an unintended flight and finding safety

May had been driving solidly through the night until she had found an old contact from her mission days, she paid him and obtained flight manifests, fake passports and some medical supplies.

Her first point of call was to find somewhere safe to patch them up and check Phil's status, she thinks the bullet is a through and through but without inspecting she cannot be sure, she looked behind her to see Skye intently watching Phil and Fitzsimmons asleep on each others shoulder.

Eventually she finds a run down motel that has barely seen a cleaner let alone CCTV, so she parks at the end of the row and gets out of the car, "May where are you going?" Skye queries and watches as she walks around the back of the motel leaving the three youngsters and a wounded Phil, luckily the anaesthetic that Jemma had given him was keeping him unconscious for now but Skye was still wondering when they were going to have that talk.

In the middle of her reverie three doors simultaneously opened up and May walked out of the furthest one, "Guys in you go, put Phil in with me and give me the medical supplies and you guys split the two rooms how you want, but do not make any noise that will attract attention." With that May walked into the room.

Fitz and Jemma look at each another, "Maybe we should all share together and then we can talk about what the hell is going on and Skye you need to tell us what happened, why we are being shot at and who is trying to kill us?"

"Ok, ok, Jemma enough with the questions, let's sit down and we can talk."

In the other room May had stripped Coulson of his shirt jacket and tie, now she was cleaning the wound with antiseptic. She knows she had to stick her finger in to ensure that nothing was there but when she inspected Phil's back there was an identical hole confirming what she thought. "Phil, I swear to you that if you thought that smack you received was hard you just wait until all this is through, I am not having sex with you for the next year…I swear…"

"Hey, a man is injured here and now you threatening no sex for a year? That's cruel and unusual punishment," She looked up to see the pale face and misty eyes staring back at her, he sounded a bit husky but that was only to be expected with the medication they had used on him, she got him some water and helped him sit up.

"What the hell were you thinking Phil, we could have run, all of us and still kept you in once piece. But no, yet again, you had to play the damn hero. I had only just found you and before I got tell you that I love you, you go and get yourself shot…!"

In the middle of her tirade he grabbed her hair and pulled her close wrapping his hand around her neck, planting a searing kiss on her lips which he considered to a very enjoyable and effective way of shutting her up. He nipped her bottom lip and soothed it with his tongue then his tongue migrated into her mouth, he wanted her to feel how much her words had affected him.

Slowly but surely they parted after he nipped her a few more times making sure she got the message, "I love you too and I would rather take a bullet than let him take you. I WILL show you and I WILL make good on my promises when we get off this damn island, but if I could have another kiss that would help us both."

He looked at her with his puppy dog eyes and she knew she was a goner, she lent down ensuring that her weight was not on his injured shoulder but she didn't have to worry. He shoved her arm from under him and felt her full weight on his waiting body. He nipped her neck, "Don't worry baby, I will always tell you if you're hurting me." She laid down on his other shoulder and she felt his breathing steady out, she lifted her head and saw that his eyes softly closed, she smiled knowing that they would all be alright she laid back down and took the much needed sleep she had missed recently.

As the morning broke, May heard a gentle tapping at the door and rose to look at the still sleeping Phil, she walked towards the door and slowly opened it, checking for who was on the other side.

Waiting with baited breath, was the other three, eagerly wanting to know if Phil was alright, "Come on May, let us in. We want to see the big man, is he up and running yet?" Skye was practically flying with the anticipation coursing through her.

"Let them in," May knew that voice anywhere and opened the door practically throwing the three younger agents inside.

Phil shot up pointing a gun squarely at the four agents, "Hey, hey Phil, it is just us put the gun down."

May put her hand over the barrel of the gun and waited for the recognition to return to his eyes.

Phil looked around and stated, "The odds are against us and we need to move and quickly. I-"

"Phil, I have got us flight manifests, money, private plan and now we are going to move." Phil looked at the woman, the love of his life and saviour, "Now you three go and get your stuff packed, we are leaving in thirty minutes and anyone who is not in the car will be running beside as I drive."

The three younger occupants scurried out of the room knowing that May would make good on her promise.

As promised, the three younger ones sat in the back and the two older in the front of the four by four, driving down the back roads, the older agents knew they needed to or it increased their chances of being caught.

After a couple of hours driving and she came across the smallest airport they had ever seen, with only one plane and the little cupboard known as an office.

May pulled up behind the office and stepped out, she gestured with her finger over her mouth that the others should be quiet and then she left.

"What's she doing?" Fitzsimmons asked together.

"Doing what May does to make sure we're safe." Skye was certain of this although she wasn't sure of the methods that May would take to get this done but she could imagine.

A few minutes after, May came swinging a set of keys around her finger and gestured for them to get on the aeroplane as fast as they could Fitzsimmons helped Coulson make his way up the stairs whilst Skye held open the door.

Everyone was settled and was waiting for May to get on and close the door, slowly they made it down the poor excuse for a run way, "Lift off," Skye yelled over the noise of the engines, with a smile on her face as she saw the land below disappear.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" They all whipped around their head around to see a very ugly, very burnt, but more importantly a very pissed off and armed Garrett.

He was limping along the middle of the plane, flesh hanging on by the merest of threads, muscle on show and half of his skull on display. They saw the damage that Fury had done but he had not managed to deliver the final blow, that would end the torment for everyone involved in this whole sorry venture.

"Now Sky, I know that Phil has been hiding things from you, so let me fill in the blanks for you and then you won't have to wonder anymore. The Agent that left you at the Orphanage was the Agent that k-"

"Garrett, I am telling you right now if you finish that sentence, I promise, I'll tear you limb from limb before I put a bullet in your head and have you entrails decorate the wings of the plane." Phil was beyond furious, he had a murderous look in his eyes showing that he meant every word and would carry out his threat in a heartbeat.

"Now Philip, is that the way to talk to an old friend? With what we have been through, would you really do that to little old me? I know for a fact that you wouldn't do that to m-"

He didn't get the chance to finish the sentence or taunt any further as he was now sporting a very large hole between his eyes, blood trickling down and a second round followed through his throat ensuring that he would meet the maker.

"No, he might not do it, but you can bet your ass I would." The whole plane turned around towards the cockpit where their saviour and resident warrior woman, Melinda May, stood there, gun raised to fire again if she needed to. "Now, make sure that piece of shit is dead." May ordered no one in particular.

"Now what?" Asked Skye.

"Now, we are going to see if he really can because I am going throw him out of the plane." May threw him over her shoulder as though he was nothing more than a wad of paper or a useless ornament, "Hold on ladies and gents, it's about to get a bit bumpy and not in a good way," she looked in Phil's direction and gave him a sly wink.

"Oh my god, I think I am going to vomit." Skye did look a funny shade of green but it was more to do with the lewd pictures of her 'work-dad' and 'work-mom' in her head rather than actually being ill.

Later on Phil turned to look at her, "You ok?"

"What was Garrett going to say about me?" Skye looked at Coulson, pleadingly for answer that she had been searching for.

"Nothing important."

"AC, how can you say that? He was going to tell me about my past, how come he knows and you don't? Unless…" The penny dropped, "What have you been hiding?"

Phil knew that his time was up and that he was going to have to tell her the truth or at least what he knew of the truth, "Skye the Agent that dropped you at the Orphanage was the Agent that we think had killed your mother but we do not think that your mother was a human…" The conversation continued well into the night, everything that Phil saw in the un-redacted file and also advising that he had kept it from her because he wanted her to feel wanted and know she was loved.

They landed in the Canary Islands, in a place called ARONA; they knew it to be secluded and a place where Hydra would not follow due to their ignorance of the place.

They drove to a secluded spot where they knew shelter to be, Skye was quiet the entire time and Phil was sleeping the weight of the day taking its toll on him. Once May stopped she guided them into the house and told them to get a room and settle in, things would all be worked out in the morning.

Skye lay staring at the ceiling the truth of AC's words going through her head and thinking if she was human at all? Fitzsimmons were out cold oblivious to Skye's problem.

May lay on her side staring at the sleeping form of Phil Coulson, she didn't know what she had done to deserve this but she was going to make it work with him and keep the others safe, of that she was certain. With her mind made up and her charges safe, Mamma May lay down, snuggling up to Phil's good shoulder and allowed herself a few hours of uninterrupted sleep with the knowledge that they'd be safe, even if just for a little while….