"Staring at those trousers will not magically make them appear on your legs." Coulson said sticking his head around the curtain to see what was taking Ward so long.
"I can hope can't I?" Ward replied, giving Coulson a small smile.
Ward was stood in his boxers and a white shirt in the changing area of a suit shop that specialised in Wedding suits. As he predicted, he was struggling to remove and replace all of his clothes.
"Are you ok?" Coulson asked. He was getting more and more worried by the hour about his agent.
"I'm fine."
"Then put your trousers on and come out here so we can have a look." Coulson ordered.
He watched Ward bend down and pick up the trousers. He was shocked when Ward sat on the floor to hook them over his feet.
"Ward." Coulson said in a warning tone.
"What?" Ward asked defensively.
"There is something wrong. I have never seen anyone put their clothes on in such an awkward manner, and both you and Skye were up late."
"We had a late night and we woke up late as a result." Ward offered as an explanation. It wasn't good enough.
"And the dressing issues?" Coulson probed, his eyebrows knitting together in concern.
"Fine. My back seized up overnight. It took me twenty minutes to get out of bed this morning and even then Skye had to kick me out of it and help me get dressed." Ward admitted, seeing the look on Coulson's face.
"Are you sure that's everything?"
"I'm sure. But if I have to try on all of these suits I may need some help."
Coulson walked forward and helped Ward to his feet. He then helped pull the trousers that had pooled around Ward's ankles up. Ward tucked his shirt in and fastened the trousers up. Coulson offered him the sleeves to the dinner jacket and as Ward slipped his arms into it Coulson slid it onto his shoulders and then left.
Ward tied the bow tie, fastened the jacket and headed out into the waiting area.
"Well?" Rob asked.
"Not a chance in hell. I feel like an oversized penguin." Ward replied.
They had agreed, as Ward was the groom, that they would find him a suit before matching Coulson and Fitz one.
"If it makes you feel better you look like one too." Fitz added.
"I hate wearing suits."
"You used to wear them all the time."
"True, doesn't mean I liked them. They never seem to look quite right."
"So why wear them?"
"Orders. I had to remain an impartial robot. Couldn't risk being tracked."
The shop assistant came over to inspect the suit.
"He is right. This suit is all wrong for him. The arms and legs are too short for starters." he said.
"Oooh. Skye! These are pretty!" Simmons squealed, showing Skye the flower she had been looking at.
Sue had managed to talk all of the girls into flower shopping.
"What about these?" May asked from the other side of the shop, before Skye had had a chance to respond to Simmons.
"Or these?" Sue immediately added, holding up a couple of roses.
"I, I, I, I don't know. Maybe?" Skye said, looking from Simmons to Sue to May before running into the bathroom. Over the last hour or so her shoulder had become increasingly painful and was starting to distract her. It was also making her feel slightly ill.
Skye closed the toilet lid and sank down onto it. She had started hyperventilating in the shop and was now trying to force herself to breathe normally. Tears silently slid down her face.
There was a knock on the bathroom door. Skye, not wanting her friends to see her in this state wiped the tears from her face. She was surprised when the florist came in.
"Are you alright my dear?" She asked.
"I broke my shoulder a few days ago and it kind of hurts. I guess it's kind of made everything more overwhelming than it should be."
"Don't worry. It happens all the time. People tend to forget that it's the couple's big day and not theirs, so they tend to push things that they want, which confuses the couple." She said, handing Skye a glass of water.
"I haven't thought about any of it."
"What is your theme colour?"
"Like a pale off purple colour. I can't remember the name."
"Mauve?"
"Possibly."
"And your favourite flower?"
"Sunflowers." Skye answered with a laugh.
"Dry your tears and go out to be with your friends. Take a look at some of the flowers we have and let me put something together for you. Trust me. Confused brides and flowers is what I do!"
"No. You look like one gust of wind and you would take off" Rob said as Ward showed the boys the latest suit Coulson had helped him into.
"That was the last style we have in store." The shop assistant told them.
"Could you recommend somewhere else?" Fitz asked.
"I could, but they would have exactly the same styles, which would mean exactly the same issues."
"What you're saying is I'm going to look like an idiot?" Ward asked. He was clearly not happy about this.
"Not at all. The problem is with you, not the suits."
"Gee thanks."
"If you let me finish. Contrary to what people believe, no suit is made for the perfect male body. The suit cuts are targeted at the different issues we men face."
"So what exactly are you saying?" Kain asked confused.
"This man here has a perfectly proportioned male body."
"So what's the solution?" Coulson asked.
"We take measurements and custom cut the suit to fit."
"Is that possible? We leave in about four days and aren't back until a few days before the wedding." Ward asked.
"We can make it possible."
"If I look like a clown you will be in trouble." Ward threatened gently.
"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing." Tha assistant smile reassuringly.
Five minutes later Skye left the bathroom and went to find the others. She was highly embarrassed about her reaction. Her shoulder still hurt more than it had done so far since she broke it.
"Skye!" Simmons cried and ran over to hug her. She got Skye in a bear hug and refused to let go.
Skye started hyperventilating again as Simmons was putting a lot of pressure onto her shoulder. It was clearly evident in her face as May pulled Simmons off her and whispered something into her ear.
"Are you alright Skye?" Sue asked.
"Yeah. It was just my shoulder, it's why we were down for breakfast so late."
"I keep forgetting that you have a broken shoulder." She admitted.
"So do we." Simmons added, indicating herself and Amber.
May, clearly acting on Ward's orders, pulled the sling from her pocket and placed it around Skye's neck. She then, as gently as she could, placed Skye's arm into it and then handed her some painkillers.
"Are you ready my bride?" the florist asked from the back room.
"I'm ready."
"Ready for what?" Simmons asked.
"I have no idea."