Over the next couple of weeks the team were called to multiple instances where en electro-pulse was used to crash planes, cars, even a boat. They never occurred at the same time, which led the team to believe it was only one device. There had been issues with the stock market, electricity surges and power cuts. It wasn't in one spot either. It was all over the world. Every time the team got there the only evidence they could find was faint readings of the pulse.

There was a bright light and an almighty bang from one of the wings. The 'bus started diving 50,000ft, headed straight down.

"Brace yourself for impact" May's voice came in loud and clear over the intercom.

Coulson fastened the seatbelt on his office chair, Fitz and Simmons fought their way to the Lab belts, and Ward and Skye raced for the doors to the Lab from the workout room.

*Crash*

The lab fridge had become loose and had crashed into the door. There was no way out for Ward and Skye. Except through the back into the cargo hold. Using all of his strength Ward held onto the punchbag by locking his legs around it, using his arms to tie the skipping rope they had been using around Skye. It wasn't much but it may just mean her surviving the crash and not. Together they managed to climb their way to the rear exit door. Ward opened it and pulled Skye out. Next to the door was a survival pack. He fastened a rope he found in it to the bull ring they used to secure cargo, pulled Skye out of the workout room, undid the skipping rope and tied her to the bullring.

"Can't you try float it or something? Get the nose back up?" Sky asked holding onto him so he wouldn't bounce around as the plane went down.

"It's a lot bigger than a knife!"

"Focus. Don't let anything distract you. You can do it" Skye told him.

Ward looked at her, closed his eyes and focussed harder than ever on the nose of the plane. It worked, in a fashion. The decent started slowing down a little at least as the nose pulled up slightly.

Debris started flying and a bolt cutter clipped Ward on the shoulder. Skye was also finding it more and more difficult to hold onto him. Every time she hit the side of the plane she lost a little of her grip. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, they were bluer than they had ever been, his expression one of horror as he realised what was about to happen. The plane hit the deck, sparks flew as electrical equipment was ripped to shreds, glass shattered, the fridge managed to make its way through the Lab door and take out the punchbag and most of the workout room. The cargo door disintegrated and disappeared. Skye felt Ward slipping out of her grasp.

"Ward!" She screamed as he was thrown to the back of the plane and to Skye's horror, out of the now nonexistent Cargo door.

The plane finally came to rest and everything stopped moving. The items that had been airborne fell to the ground. Skye struggled with her restraint trying to get to Ward. She reasoned he had to be seriously injured, if not dead. Unfortunately for her, even in difficult circumstances, and as she knew from their 'training session' Ward knew how to tie a knot!

Coulson undid his seat belt, made his way downstairs and broke into the cockpit to check on May first as she was nearest.

"You ok?" he asked.

"I'm fine" was her reply, even as she wiped a smear of blood from her forehead. "I don't know how, but I managed to land it relatively normally, with the exception of the landing gear failing"

"The nose pulled up?"

"Enough to guide it into landing rather than plummeting nose first to a fiery death"

"Come on. We'll go check on the others"

Coulson helped her out of her seatbelt and they made their way the Lab. When they got to the balcony Coulson saw Fitz-Simmons safely strapped in and appeared only to be suffering from minor injuries. Simmons had been hit by debris and was bleeding profusely from a wound to her lip. Fitz appeared to have been hit by something heavier and broken his leg as a result.

"Where's Skye and Ward?" he asked his two geniuses.

"They were in the workout room" They tried to make it in here but the door got blocked."

Coulson paled. He knew there was no strapping in the workout room. Which meant that Ward and Skye were most likely seriously injured. He burst into the room expecting the worst but no one was there. He thought he heard something from the cargo hold.

"Help!" It was very faint. But it was definitely there.

Coulson fought his way through the upturned room to the rear exit to find Skye tied to the bullring. She was very pale and shaking but otherwise unhurt. He saw the knots and recognised Ward's handiwork.

"Where's Ward?" he asked her.

She looked at the space where the cargo door had been and Coulson realised that by tying Skye up he had run out of time and as a result had been blown out of the door with half the cargo in the bay.

He cut Skye free and met the others in the Lab.

"We need to find Ward."

"What happened?"

"He didn't get to a belt in time. It appears he got thrown from the plane"

"What?" Simmons shrieked.

Ward had landed with a thump. Rolled a few times and found his legs pinned under a small(ish) piece of the cargo door. He set to work freeing himself. It was a slow process but he managed to get one leg free. The weight suddenly lifted and he could move his other leg. Then two pairs of hands were reaching for him to pull him up off the ground. He could see that they were talking to him, but being thrown from the plane had left him with concussive ear syndrome. He couldn't hear a thing, which, fortunately for him, only lasted a few hours! Other than that he, much like the others, escaped without severe injury.

The plane was another story!