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.

"Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please," Skye briefly stopped to take a breath before continuing one again. She stood nearly on top of Grant watching the eleven year old read his book. But Grant was losing his patience, he thought that if he laid on his bed instead of the couch then Skye wouldn't bother him as much. That failed, obviously.

"Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please-" Skye was interrupted by the thundering slam of Grant's book. He turned to face Skye, a dark mood brewing beneath the surface.

"Skye! Please, I'm trying to read, I've played house with you nonstop for three days. Please let me read in peace."

Skye pouted, despite it being true. For the past three days Skye had forced Grant to play house with her and her baby doll. Grant was rather sick of it, being trapped in the house due to rainy weather, Jemma and Leo sitting on Jemma's bed to conduct science or science-y conversations. He tried to dump Skye on them, but Skye got confused and bored.

"Please?" Skye pouts, "Please play with me!"

"Skye I don't want to play right now. Please leave me alone," Grant struggled to remain calm and not yell at her persistence. No means no.

"Please?! Please play house with me for one more day? Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please Please?"

"NO!" Grant shouted, fed up with the four year old. Skye blinked falling silent, her eyes filling with tears.

But then she steeled her features into a defiant look, "Why not?"

Grant scowled, "Because your being a brat! So shut up and leave me alone, I don't want to play house with you! I want to read my book, so go do something else, go color or watch TV, just get out of my face twerp!"

Skye blinked at him, reaching for his book and trying to tear it out of his hands, "I am not a twerp! Your a twerp!"

"LET GO!"

"NO!"

The commotion was loud enough to draw Jemma and Leo over. The two little scientist stood in the doorway, unsure what to do. They never saw Grant and Skye fight before, were they suppose to get mommy and daddy? Suddenly, a loud rip tore through the arguing and Grant gasped, staring at the ripped pages from his book. Skye gulped, letting go of the book and looked at Grant scared and worried, she was clearly sorry.

"I can fix it!" Skye blurts out, "I jus-"

"NO!" Grant shouts shoving Skye into the floor, "I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP! GET OUT!"

"But Grant-" Skye whimpered, getting to her feet.

"I SAID GET OUT!" Grant screamed, anger getting the better of him and causing him to slap Skye, his palm leaving a stinging sensation. The little girl stared at him, bursting into tears and screaming at the top of her lungs. Ward blinked, startled by her reaction and began to get a sinking feeling in his stomach.

"Skye- wait-"

"Daddy!" Leo screamed running to the stairs, "Daddy! Grant made Skye cry!"

Grant gulped, Phil's heavy footsteps echoing along the halls as he rushed up the stairs. Grant looked around, panicking before running to the window.

"Grant?" Jemma blinked confused. She watched him pry the window open and suddenly disappear out it, "Grant? Wait!"

But Grant was gone, Coulson bursting into the bedroom confused. He looked around, scooping Skye into his arms.

"What happened? Where's Grant?"

"He climbed out the window..." Jemma says, watching Coulson's eyes widen in panic as he rushed to the window. He just caught sight of Grant running across the front yard, diagonally across the street. His eyes popped out of his head as he placed Skye on the bed.

"MEL!" Coulson screamed, running for the stairs, "GRAB MY KEYS!"

I may kill Yin Yang Hydra. Sorry. If it's any consolation, I'm getting so many ideas for stuff like the Avengers (I've been reading fanfic from there) and Guardians of the Galaxy.

Ok. I issue a challenge, who dares to count all the "please" in this chapter? Don't be shy!

Shorter yes... Entertaining? I think this was just what I needed! Chapter 15!