A/N: Again I'm sorry for the delay in updating. I've got a lot going on right now, and I'm running out of pranks and cases!
I don't like what's happening in the show at the moment, and I have to say it. I don't like or trust Tripp. It really wouldn't surprise me if he is a HYDRA sleeper the Ward doesn't know about.
Enough of my ranting: here it is, and I'm sorry it's so short. Tilly on the 'bus...
No one knew how she was doing it. All they knew was that she moved quietly. Very quietly. She even made Romanov jump.
"Jesus Tilly. I swear I'm going to put a bell around your neck!" Ward told her after she had crept up on him, making him jump and spill beer down his shirt.
"You'd have to catch me first." Tilly retorted, backing away. She knew she was poking a tiger with a very short stick. The last time she had said that to him, he had caught her and tied her up for three days by her ankles.
Ward suddenly put his beer down and chased her. She ducked and weaved and swung out of his grasp. They were running down the supply corridor when a door opened and hit Ward in the face, knocking him backwards and making his nose bleed.
Knowing their fight was over, TIlly grabbed a towel and pressed it to his nose.
"You ok?" she asked.
"I'm fine."
"That looks bad. I'll go get Simmons" Amber, who had been in the stores for a board game and was the one who opened the door in the first place, told him.
Tilly helped him to his feet. Then he got her in a headlock and escorted her to the lab.
"Right. I think we are going to have to sort out some rules" He said to her, still dabbing his nose.
"Rules are good."
"Ok. Stop sneaking up on people just because you can. It's not nice, but congrats on making Nat jump. That was a work of art."
"Why thankyou." She replied with an evil grin.
"Second. Do not tell them anything about me. There are certain things they still don't know."
"Like the whole blue eyes thing?"
"They know about that, they don't know about the washing powder." He told her, lowering his voice. They were on the 'bus, you never knew who was watching, or listening.
"Wait, you have told them all that you can move objects with your mind but you haven't told them about washing powder? How the hell have you pulled that one off?"
"They think I'm an OCD robot that has to have things just right, which means I have to keep using the same washing powder"
"You are an OCD robot."
"Thirdly..."
He trailed off as Simmons came in to look at his nose, which was still weeping blood.
"Don't mind me. Keep talking." Simmons told them, checking Ward's nose.
"You were saying?" Tilly asked him as she turned to leave the room.
"Ignore next week, or I will kill you, and Tilly?" She turned to look at him "the interns are fair game."
A smile crept across Tilly's face. It was the smile that said 'this could be fun'.