I had a blast writing this prompt. It was suggested to me by memorysdaughter.

"Your mother hates me," Coulson grumbled, sitting on the bench as they waited for the train doors to open. "She says she wants to see her grandchildren. No problem. But then why didn't she take a train here and visit us? No," he groaned, "she wants us to take our six children on a train ride all the way to her house."

"Phil," May started slowly, looking back at him, "be quiet for a moment. If there's anyone here that's allowed to complain it's me."

"My apologies," he said sarcastically, crossing his legs and resting back on the bench.

"My mother hates me," May said under her breath, pacing back and forth on the platform, "She honestly, truly hates me," she insisted, dragging her fingers through her hair, combing it back.

"Mom!" three of their children shouted in unison.

May sighed and closed her eyes, letting her mind drift away for a few moments. "What did I do to deserve this?"

"Kids," Coulson warned, "stop running around."

The only word he heard in response was 'but'. After that Leo, Skye, and Grant all spoke at the same time, explaining their side of the events.

"Just sit down, please," he begged, "all of you. We're boarding the train soon."

Soon enough they were allowed to board the train. May led the way to their seats, followed by her children, and Coulson walked behind all of them to make sure everyone would get in the right passenger car and not get lost. They had just barely taken their seats when the train began moving. Lance looked out the window as the train sped up.

"Can I go check out the driver?" he asked, turning to his father, simply because he knew that he would be easier to convince.

"No," May responded, "no one wants to be bothered, especially while driving a train."

"I won't bother. I just wanna see."

Coulson sighed, "Don't disturb him and don't touch anything, okay?"

Lance smiled and got to his feet and started walking down the hall.

Grant got up as well, "I'll go with him. I wanna see it too."

Not even ten minutes later Leo and Jemma were avidly looking out the window, fascinated by the scenery. However they couldn't see properly from their seats. They began walking around the passenger car, looking out different windows in hopes of getting a better view.

"Can we go to another passenger car?" Jemma asked her father - again, sure that she would have more luck with him than with her mother. "We can't see anything from here."

"Don't get too far away. And please return soon."

Leo and Jemma grinned and disappeared from their sight in seconds flat.

"So," Trip started as he glanced at his parents and Skye, tapping his fingers on the armrest of his seat, "Can I go and walk around too?"

May exhaled, "Just be careful."

Trip nodded and stood up, trying to decide if he wanted to go left or right. Skye shifted in her seat, ready to jump to her feet.

"Ah, where're you going, Miss?" Coulson asked.

"I wanna go too."

"No," May firmly forbid, "you're too young to wander around on your own. Sit down and play with your father's phone."

Skye pouted and sat on the edge of her seat again, turning to her father to get the phone.

"Sit all the way back, Skye," he told her as he searched for his phone.

She shook her head, "Nah-uh. I can't. The seat folds."

"Don't be ridiculous," her mother said, pushing her back in her seat.

It turned out that Skye was right. The seat folded and sandwiched her, leaving just her wiggling feet as she tried to push herself up and out. Coulson and May rushed to help her but Skye was completely swallowed by the seat. As Coulson and May tried to rescue Skye, the railroad engineer got tired of Grant and Lance's incessant questions. They wanted to push all the buttons and to know what every switch did.

Leo and Jemma ended up wandering around the train and found themselves lost. However, they didn't mind it in the beginning as they got to chat with two other passengers. The man was British, and extremely smart, and the woman that accompanied him wasn't any less clever. She was the one who first introduced herself to the two kids: Joan Watson, former surgeon, former sober companion and now consultant detective with the NYPD. Leo and Jemma took in everything the two of them said.

And as for Trip, he found a particular set of people he knew existed, but that he had never seen before in his life. The triplets all wore a full suit, but their ties were of different colors. They were playing Jenga, all concentrating intently on the game. He wanted to join them because they seemed to be the only people around his age on that train, not to mention he was bored and wanted to be entertained.

"Hey there, guys," Trip greeted them, frowning curiously at the sight of the three identical boys, "Mind if I join you?"

"Hey," they replied back in unison.

"Not at all," one of them spoke up, "Take a seat," he pointed and then introduced himself, "I'm Sam."

The second one continued, raising his hand, "Billy."

"And I'm Eric." The last one introduced himself.

"I'm confused," Trip admitted.

The brows of the triplets creased almost simultaneously, "Your parents named you 'confused'?" Billy asked.

"Ah, no, no," Trip stammered, "I'm Antoine. Triplett. Trip," he stretched out his hand, getting three handshakes, one from each of the triplets, "I go by Trip. I was just saying I was confused, you know," he tilted his head and pointed in the general direction of the three of them, "because you -"

"Oh, of course," they crooned in unison again.

"Even our parents can't tell us apart sometimes," Sam admitted as he started building the Jenga tower again.

"How do they do it then?" Trip asked curiously.

"The ties," Eric said and pointed at his, "Emerald tie. E for emerald and E for Eric."

"Sam, scarlet tie," Sam added, tapping his bright red tie with his index finger.

"Billy, -"

Trip interrupted him, smirking, "- Billy, blue tie. Think I got it. Blue for Billy, emerald for Eric and scarlet for Sam."

"You got it," Eric rejoiced, "now, let's start this game."

Coulson and May were sweating buckets by the time they removed Skye from the seat. It had been quite a task because if they'd pull her out abruptly, she'd have been seriously injured. May carried her out to the platform while her husband ran through all the passenger cars, looking for the remaining children. Trip found his way out the train and back to his mother on his own once the triplet boys left with their parents. Leo and Jemma were reluctant to stop chatting with the consulting detectives. They were learning so much from them that they were sulky with their father for making them leave, their bad attitudes lasting all the way to their grandmother's. Lance and Grant were escorted to the platform by the railroad engineer who had an upset expression on his face. Apparently shutting up and not touching anything wasn't the kids' forte.

"Your mother hates us," Coulson stated to his wife, "Profoundly hates us."

"Thanking you for stating the obvious," she retorted sarcastically.

Visiting Lian May was always catastrophic. It always led to six upset children and a couple arguing all day long. But the good thing about the visit was returning home. The kids would behave again and admit they've missed home and Coulson and May could attest that the make-up sex was particularly more rewarding than regular sex.

The triplets Sam, Eric and Billy were definitely one of my favorite parts.

I mashed two of my favorite fandoms into this in case any of you missed it (Sherlock 'verse and MCU). Leave a review, let me know how you're feeling about the story, anything at all.

Next chapter is the one maybe everyone's been waiting for: Skye's and Leo's back stories. Stick around because your jaw will drop when you read about Leo's story (there's no information about Fitz's family so I took liberty to play with it as much as I could).