Disclaimer: I do not own Skye, Phil Coulson, Melinda May, Grant Ward, or FitzSimmons. I only own the variation I have created off of this very popular idea.
I firstly must thank Neeeeeal who, as the author of Turn Back Time, has done such a very interesting and lovely job on their story I wanted to give my attempt of it a go.
However, because I cannot find B.J. Britt's wiki page or his age, I'm going with Ward. But that's not the only reason. It's because with the Hydra plot, I see no room or logical way for this story to make sense. So... It's AUish. Ward isn't hydra. Yay! Because I really did love Ward.
Warning, MAY include Avengers. I upped the rating for my own comfort.
When she woke up the next morning, May was slightly taken aback by her surroundings; by the TV staring back at her on top of the large but low dark red mahogany dresser. She was slightly taken aback by the crimson, almost cranberry red walls and by the soft sunlight filtering through her room as the first signs of dawn. Slightly startled, May did a quick check list to see if she was restraint, only to feel nothing but heavy, warm blankets weighing down on her and her pajamas. May slowly looked around, her eyes immediately locking to the lump laying next to her. For the briefest of moments, she panicked before the figure turned over. May sighed in relief as everything from yesterday came back to her. She relaxed, feeling much better now that she knew it was Coulson.
May turned over, looking to see the time, 5:54. Wow, She thinks, Im usually awake at 5. But its nearly six. May sighed, feeling the mattress. She glanced over, coming eye to eye with Coulson.
"Morning," She greeted.
"It wasn't just a dream," He sat up a bit, looking over at her. She nods, leaning against the pillows.
"We're gonna have to get use to it," Coulson says, covering a yawn as he looked over at May, "The kids are still asleep, which leaves us some alone time."
May just nods silently, watching as Coulson moved closer to her. Their legs were just grazing one another underneath the heavy chocolate brown comforter, the king sized bed felt like it was spreading for miles away from them.
"We need to go shopping today," Coulson says, breaking the veil of silence between them.
"For us? Or the kids?" May asked, eyes taking in where the bedroom door and windows were located.
"Both," Coulson says. May scowled, clearly not pleased but he was right. All he had was suits and all she had were her skin tight shield sanctioned suits. Unless they wanted to be suspicious, it wasn't gonna cut it. Plus the kids had no clothes, and now that May thought about it, they had no food. They were lucky enough to get a fully furniture house, it was just not fully stocked with food.
"Ok.." May ran a hand through her hair, "This is gonna be a nightmare."
"We'll be fine Mel," Coulson says reassuringly, "One step at a time."
"One step at a time," May repeats, "One step at a time."
Coulson smiled, he didn't know why but seeing May trying to adjust and needing that reminder now and then for help... He couldn't explain the feeling but it wasn't superiority or pride in seeing her struggle a bit, but it was this open, warm feeling that reminded him of the good old days when they were SO and rookie. It was maybe that same feeling he use to get back then whenever she made him laugh during training. He looked straight ahead at the tv, turning on the news.
"Let's talk about breakfast plans," Coulson says, "Any ideas?"
"Only Dunkin Donuts," May says, Coulson looking at her a bit surprised. She elaborated, "It's the closest, I noticed it on the drive here."
At seven fifty-five, Coulson and May were chilling down stairs, both fresh and clean from a shower. May was wearing tight black pants that was made of what pulled off as a legging like material, a dark grey tank top and a black leather jacket. It was actually Ward's but May took it, by accident of course. It got mixed up in the bins. Coulson was wearing a pair of jeans, the looked suspiciously well kept and a white under shirt. Both were down stairs in the kitchen, sipping their coffee as they made plans for their mall trip. They were passing the note pad and pen back and forth, their dunkin donuts coffee in hand.
"We'll need tea, for Jemma and Leo." May say. "If they remember that they like it."
Coulson nods accepting the pad and pen, before placing his cappuccino down and writing. They had a good system, whoever had the pad and paper would write down the others idea. A little spread sat at the table, things still wrapped in an attempt to keep warm. Coulson had gotten a few chocolate chip muffins, a few blueberry muffins, a couple cinnamon raisin and plain bagels, six orders of hashbrowns, the two coffees, an Oreo vanilla bean coolata, watermelon coolata, strawberry coolata, and orange coolata. May had chastised him that most of it was gonna go to waste.
As May took the list, she heard the footsteps as two of the kids came downstairs. Judging by how they were polite and orderly May already had a guess as to who they were.
"Phil? Melinda?" Grant called, trying to not wake up the other sleeping kids.
"In the kitchen," Coulson called, footsteps answering him as Grant and Jemma came into the kitchen. They looked at the breakfast spread on the table, both their stomachs growling in response. Coulson smiled, motioning them forward, "Come on my hungry rug rats."
Grant took a seat across from May, while Jemma dragged the nearest side seat closer to Coulson. She looked at Coulson, then at the food before back again. She seemed to be thinking before she spoke, "May I please have a blueberry muffin?"
Coulson smiled, placing the delicious bakery treat on Jemma's plate. The girl smiled at it as he reached over for the hash browns, "Would you like some hash browns?"
"Yes please!" Jemma says graciously accepting them onto her plate, "Thank you daddy!"
Coulson smiled, rather surprised by her relative quickness to fully accept him as her father. But it was more surprising to him at how wonderful it felt. So this was what it was like to have a child, and to hear them fully call out to you with that word. He placed the watermelon coolata in front of her. He had figured it out which of them would like which drink, and as May handed Grant the orange coolata, Grant eyed the food.
"May I please have a plain toasted cream cheese bagel?" Grant asked.
May nods, reaching over and procuring the desired breakfast for the eldest child. He thanked her graciously as she added hash browns. She watched as Coulson reached for a cinnamon and raisin bagel, taking a bite from it. Jemma looked at her confused, staring at May's empty plate.
"Mummy not hungry?" Jemma asked, taking off a piece of her muffin and held it out, "Mummy share?"
May looked over at Jemma, her tiny hands holding out a piece for her. May softly smiled, reaching out and taking it, "Thank you Jemma.." May says before taking a bite. The muffin was delicious, but she was in a bit of a daze at Jemma calling her mummy. Did she really feel that way about May? May decided to push that aside and dwell on it later.
"What's that?" Grant asked pointing to the list as May reached and grabbed her own plain bagel. She took a bite, watching carefully to make sure she didn't get mouth fills of just vegetable cream cheese.
"A list," May says after swallowing her mouthful and drinking her coffee.
"We need to go shopping, for clothes and foods," Coulson says, looking at the kids, "You guys got any ideas of what we will need?"
"Puzzles!" Jemma all but shouted excitedly, "Please daddy, may we please get puzzles? Leo and I love puzzles!"
Coulson nearly laughed at how excited she was, nodding, "Ok, ok, we'll get some puzzles. Grant? Any suggestions?"
Grant had to think for a moment, what did he want? He didn't really need much anymore, so de they're going to get clothes, he has food in front of him and a warm bed up stairs. What else did he or the others need?
"I don't know..." Grant says, "Books?"
"Ooh ya!" Jemma exclaimed happily, "Thats a genieous idea Grant!"
Coulson smiled, Grant was such a book worm, "Books, gotcha," He started to write it down, glancing at Jemma, "It's Genius Jemma, a Genie grants wishes, but they're not as polite as geniuses."
Jemma nods in understanding as Grant smiled, popping a hash brown into his mouth when heavy footfalls attack the staircase. It was a true sign that all the kids were now awake.
"Jemma?" Skye called while Leo called out Mum and Dad.
"In the kitchen with mummy and daddy Leo!" Jemma called, eating her muffin.
Leo came skidding into the kitchen, nearly running into May's chair before she held an arm out to catch him, with Skye behind him. Skye immediately ran to the side chair that laid between Grant and May sitting on her knees so she could fully reach and see her food. May handed her the Oreo Vanilla Bean coolata and some hash browns as Skye pointed to the chocolate chip muffin. However, May waited and pretended she didn't understand the request.
Finally, Leo spoke up, he had taken the seat across from Coulson and next to Grant and moved it, so it was closer to Jemma. Coulson had given him the strawberry and some hash browns as well.
"Mum, will you pass me a chocolate chip muffin? And half a cinnamon raisin bagel please?" Leo asked.
May nods, "Here," She handed him first the muffin, "Do you want any with cream cheese?"
Leo made a face and shook his head no, "No thank you!"
May nods, giving him the top half of the bagel and kept the bottom one for later. She received a cheery thank you before he started to dig in. She watched briefly as immediately, with a mouth full of bagel, Leo and Jemma were sharing each others drinks and chunks of their muffins. It was adorable. May then glanced over at Skye. Instead of expecting her to ask, she saw Skye attempting to climb the table. Quick to stop her, May held up a chocolate chip muffin. Skye reached out for it.
"Please and Thank you?" Accepting that, May placed the muffin on her plate. Skye smiled, taking one sip of her coolate and looked at May and Coulson.
"Yummy!" She says drinking some more before going through her muffin hungrily.
May and Coulson glanced at each child in turn. Leo and Jemma were sharing drinks, the bagel top and occasionally the muffins in pieces. They were talking to each other, in a very inside voice about blueberries and train mechanics, how they got on those topics neither adult was sure. Grant was eating quietly, eating most of his bagel and eyeing the same blueberry muffin Coulson was. Coulson smiled at Grant.
"You wanna share it?" He asked Grant getting a nod. Coulson took out a butter knife, "Do you like the top of the bottom?"
"The top!" Coulson smiled and cut it. It was fortunate because Coulson loved the bottom of muffins. Handing the top to Grant, he began to eat his muffin bottom. Grant placed the muffin top aside taking a small bite for taste and then continued to eat.
The eyes then turned to Skye who was constantly transitioning between her drink, the hash browns, and muffin had managed to smear a but of chocolate onto her cheek on between 10 seconds to 2 minutes. Coulson chuckled, getting up to wipe her face clean with a napkin. Skye tried to turn away but Coulson, for a man his age, was quicker. May leaned back, chewing a bite of her bagel and snatching some of Coulson's blueberry muffin bottom. Just as she swallowed her bagel and placed it in, the casual semi silence was interrupted by Leo.
"Dad! Mum took some of your muffin!" Leo says, his mouth slightly full from a hash brown. Coulson turned sending a fake glare in May's direction before he goes to reclaim his seat.
May however cooly smirked, raising an eyebrow at his own gesture before drinking her coffee. She could definitely get use to mornings and breakfasts like this.
Why must I write such a long chapter, in the morning about Breakfast when I want breakfast? :( I was not thinking logically for this. But oh well... I was planning for this to be the shopping chapter, but it's the breakfast chapter! Oh well. If this chapter makes you as hungry as I am... I know your pain.
However, for everyone who is reading this, I need you to post a review. If your not the kind of people who do that, post a review telling me. But I need an idea of something that can go wrong on the shopping trip. Not like the kids running off and getting lost in the stores but more like...creative ideas. Please... I need some inspiration now and then!