When Coulson and the team got back to the bus, they found Skye and Hollie waiting for them.
"Where's Ward?" Simmons asked, noticing he wasn't there to greet them.
"His blood pressure dropped so I sent him back to bed." Hollie told her.
"And he went without being forced?" Romanov asked sceptically.
"We have a few injuries that need tending to" Coulson told Hollie, wincing as he tried to move his arm.
Everyone that had been wounded was ordered by Simmons and Hollie to sit on the Lab table. Coulson, who had been shot in the shoulder; Amber, who Coulson had hit in the arm with a bullet; Hawkeye, who had caught a bullet earlier and had torn the healing wound open while fighting and was bleeding through the bandages and Romanov, who had taken a glancing blow to the forehead with a knife obeyed and sat on the table.
"I'll get us in the air." May said, heading for the door.
"Oh no you don't, May." Coulson told her, noticing the small knife sticking out of her leg.
"I'll get us in the air." Fitz offered as May unwillingly took her seat on the Lab table.
Coulson and May were seen too first.
"When you have been treated I would recommend going to bed." Coulson told them.
It had been nearly two days since they had slept.
"Where's everyone going to sleep?" Romanov asked.
"You and Hawkeye together, together?"
"What? No!" she replied, earning a raised eyebrow from Coulson as she uncharacteristically blushed.
"We've talked, but we don't exactly want it to become common knowledge." Hawkeye told him.
"That's fine. I won't tell, but you and Nat can share Skye's old bunk. Everyone else is in their own bunks."
"Except you. I want you in the medical bay tonight. That bullet wound is concerning me." Hollie told him.
"You can take my bunk then. I'm sure the others will show you which one it is."
Hollie and Simmons finished tending to Coulson and May. She went to shower and check the flight plan Fitz had set up before heading off to her bunk. HE stayed to survey the others.
Hawkeye and Amber were seen to next as their wounds were reluctant to stop bleeding. They were soon stitched up and they also hit the showers before finding their way to their bunks.
That left Romanov left to be seen to. Coulson dismissed Hollie and Simmons telling them her to get some rest and turned to Romanov. He picked up the items he would need to stitch her forehead up and started work.
"You two took your time didn't you?" He asked her.
"Everything happens for a reason." Was all she said to him in response.
He was done in no time and Romanov headed for the door.
"Oh, Nat. No sex on the bus. The walls are far too thin." He said to her, earning a rare smile as she climbed the stairs outside the Lab doors as she too headed for the shower and off to bed.
Coulson headed towards the Medical Suite.
"I'm behaving. Look, see. I'm in bed being quiet and everything!" Ward told him as he entered the room.
"Calm down Ward. I don't know what Skye said to you to make you do as your told for once, but the doc has told me your having company in here tonight." Coulson responded, kicking his shoes off and climbing into the bed next to Ward's.
Simmons came in at that point carrying some clean clothes for Coulson to change into. When he had she attached various machines to him and told him if there were any problems to call her or Hollie.
"Perfect time for that talk!" Ward told him. Judging by Coulson's reaction he had completely forgotten about the train ride conversation he had had with Ward.
"Do we have to?"
"We aren't going to get another chance."
"Fine, What?"
"If you like May, you ought to do something about it."
"I don't like May, I mean I like May, just not that way."
"Oh, come on Coulson. I'm going to guess that you kept your eyes on her fighting a little longer than necessary and that's how you got shot."
"It was Amber actually."
"Oh God no!"
"Not like that. She volunteered to get stuck in with us. I was checking to see how she was coping, which, by the way, she did very well now she has been training with you."
"And your telling me that you didn't watch May at all?" Ward asked him propping himself up on his elbow. From his vantage point he could see the faint blush creep across Coulson's face.
"How did you know?"
"Duh! I'm not a spy for nothing!"
"Did you know she felt something for me? I mean before yesterday."
"Yeah. Credit on that goes to Skye. She was the only one that noticed it. She told me and Nat when we were sat at the bar in the Hub. It's why Nat started choking."
"What do I do?"
"I know Audrey means a lot to you, but if you won't tell her you're alive then maybe it's time to move on. Night Coulson." He finished, turning over again and settling down.
"Night Ward."
All of the people on the bus were so tired they didn't feel the plane change direction, or land.
Fury, expecting them to have fallen asleep to a movie again was surprised when he boarded the quiet plane and found no one.
He heard a noise from one of the bunks and he went to investigate. He opened the door to find Hawkeye naked except from a pair of boxers tangled in the covers on the floor and Romanov still on the bed, also naked except her underwear. They froze when they saw Fury.
"Where is everyone else?" He demanded.
"In their beds?" Romanov answered somewhat sheepishly.
Fury turned and walked away. He proceeded to wake everyone up by entering their bunks and shaking them. When he got to Coulson's bunk he was surprised to find a woman he had never seen before in his bed.
"Who are you?" Fury demanded.
"I'm Hollie. I'm the doctor they rescued."
"Why are you here?"
"They asked me to hang around. Some of them got hurt and I'm a MD so I said I'd help" Hollie was staring to become scared of this one eyed, rather large man stood in the doorway.
"Very well then. Get dressed."
And with that, Fury left to find Ward, who he knew had been hurt. Fury found Ward and to his surprise Coulson in the medical bay. It was clear they had both been ordered to spend the night there. Simmons had got dressed as soon as Fury had woken her and she was checking Coulson's back for something.
"Coulson." Fury shouted as he went through the door.
"Director."
"Ward." Fury said, nodding to Ward.
"Sir."
Fury turned his attention back to Coulson.
"I have questions. I want you to answer them."
"I will do my best, Sir."
Simmons helped Ward out of his bed and then helped him walk around the lab. His oxygen saturation and blood pressure were higher than they had been the previous day, but still a little low.
"What happened to your back?"
"Bullet, Sir."
"What's the damage?"
"It missed everything important. It's just a flesh wound, scabbed over nicely."
"The girl in your bed?"
"Hollie. Doctor. Helped us treat our wounds. Managed to keep Ward out of trouble while we infiltrated the carnival."
"Why is she here?"
"There were a number of injuries and she helped patch us all up. I think she's interested in what we do."
"Background check?"
"Skye did it. Managed to do it right in front of her without being noticed. She's clean."
"Ward?"
"He'll mend in a couple of days. After the allergic reaction, it left some slight scarring to his lungs, which the Sulphur in one of the traps aggravated."
"I want him to see medical here at the Hub."
"Yes, Sir."
"One more thing. Barton and Romanov?"
"Ask no questions, tell no lies, Sir."
"You're right. It's best I don't know."
With that Fury left Coulson to button up his shirt.