They managed to track the creature to the Api Nampa Conservation area of Nepal. Through analyzing the exo-skeleton Fitz-Simmons had determined that it had come from another planet, possibly the previous year when the convergence occured. If the skin it had shed was big, the creature itself was even bigger. It looked like a scaly purple dinosaur.

"Try talking to it" Simmons suggested as Romanov, Ward and May inched closer to it.

"Do you really think it will understand us?" Ward retorted sacrcastically.

"You never know, the Hulk does"

"The Hulk is human." Romanov reminded her, but decided to give it a go anyway. "My name is Natasha. Do you understand me?"

The creature just snarled and growled at her.

"I think that's a no" May told her, waving at her to back off a little. Ward had crept around to the back of the creature

The creature increased its growling and started advancing on the two women, they both drew their weapons and fired three shots each into its face. The bullets did nothing except aggravate it. It was moving faster and closer to May and Romanov, who had found themselves backed into a cove. Ward shot the creature in the back and ran. It followed him over the brow of the hill. As he ran Fitz threw him a weapon prototype that he had been working on. By the time the rest of the team had caught up to them Ward was using Fitz's new weapon to, not a great effect, but he was certainly holding his own. The weapon was a version of the sword Lady Sif possessed. It had two sides, one or both could be expanded and you could use it as a sword or lethal staff. Ward had both ends out and was parrying the creature's lunges with it. Every now and then Ward got a glancing blow that made the creature bleed, thick, fuchsia blood. He was covered in it.

May remembered she had picked up the air compression device they had used in Peru and threw it to Romanov, who had better access to the creature. Romanov took a lunging forward roll followed by a hand spring and pinned the point of the device into the creatures tail. She knew she would have time to get back to a safe distance, while May yelled at Ward to duck. He did, so did the rest of the team, just to be safe and the device went off.

Instead of knocking the creature out, or away from Ward, the air compressor actually caused the creature to disintegrate into purple ooze. The team scrambled to their feet and saw Ward, standing near the base of their weapon, covered in a mixture of the purple slime and bright pink blood.

He plucked the air compressors base out of the ground, walked over to May and handed it back to her. She was biting her lip trying to suppress laughter.

"I'm going back to shower" was all he said to anyone.

"We want samples of that ooze" Simmons yelled after him.

Skye was sat on her laptop, working on known Covenant movements and trying to decide whether she could see patterns in them or not. A small plate with a piece of cheesecake appeared by her side with a fork. Skye looked up and saw Romanov putting it there.

"Try it. It's amazing" was all she said before walking off.

Skye picked up the fork and looked at the cheesecake. It had a dark base and looked like it was vanilla. She cut a piece off and put it in her mouth. She wasn't a big fan of cheesecakes, but this was divine. The base was made out of Oreo biscuits and it wasn't vanilla. It was lime. Just the right amount to cut through the richness of the filling. Romanov was right. It was amazing.

Ward came back into the lounge having showered and changed holding a game of twister in his hands.

"Coulson, Update me." Fury demanded over video conferencing.

"We have dealt with that incident in Nepal and we are back working on finding the Covenant base where they are keeping the weapon."

"Any leads on that?" Fury asked.

"Not yet, Sir. It's still early days though."

*BANG*

"What was that?"

"It sounded like a shot Sir, I told them all to take an hour's break"

"And they shoot each other? Transfer me to the lounge."

Coulson pressed a couple of buttons and Fury's face disappeared from his office. He climbed down the stairs into the lounge and pressed another button. Fury's face reappeared. Just as a shot hit him between the eyes. (It is a very good job that it's a video call)

"I missed. Does this mean I'm out?" Fitz asked.

Coulson saw Fury raise his eyebrows at the scene behind him. He didn't want to turn around, but he had to.

His team were playing Twister. Simmons had volunteered to spin not one, but two boards and Fitz was taking one off her as he had been declared out. Skye, Ward, Romanov and May were all entwining limbs (some were in VERY suggestive places), but the twist was, the first spin told them a weapon they had to use and a colour they had to target. These targets were stuck around the room with various knife marks and bullet holes (they weren't using real bullets they were using Icers – they didn't want to depressurise the plane again).

"Ok, May. Knife, Blue then right hand red."

May, who was upside down threw the knife at the blue target and missed by a couple of inches.

"May, you missed. You're out"

Coulson and Fury were watching this with mild horror.

"What do you all think you're doing?" Fury asked the room at large. No one had noticed that Coulson had transferred Fury's video feed to the Lounge and was also stood watching them.

"Training, Sir" Romanov replied after a minute, while extracting her left leg before wrapping it around Ward's waist and placing it on Yellow.

"Training?" Fury repeated aghast "Coulson, I am feeling the need to come out there and supervise you and your team."

"Do what you feel is necessary Director." Coulson responded, slightly aghast.

Director Fury hung up on him.

Coulson turned back to the game, he wasn't a stickler like most people thought, and watching his agents 'train' in this manner proved to be quite amusing. As long as the plane was repaired to the standard it was before they started.

Something wasn't quite right though. May was out having missed her shot, but Skye was still in. He didn't think she would be that flexible nor have that much accuracy, especially in contorted positions. Skye threw a knife at Red and it hit. Dead on. He reasoned that Ward must have taught her well in the last few weeks. She moved her required hand, and that's when he saw it.

Ward was helping her cheat.

Skye was resting the smallest part of her body on his, not enough that it was obvious but enough to keep her in the game.

The plane hit a terrible patch of turbulence and like a card tower, Romanov, Ward and Skye crashed to the floor in a mass of limbs.

"I think that's enough downtime. Let's get back to work before Fury joins us!" Coulson recommended.