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.

It was a quiet afternoon in Avenger's Tower, Steve was reading a biography on President Ronald Reagan, he was that bored, while beside him Clint flipped through channels and Natasha sharpened her knifes. Banner was casually reading a biography on Albert Einstein and Thor was just munching on Poptarts. For a brief moment, Clint past over the news, which was talking about the newest Viral Video of Thor, Jemma and Skye singing Let it Go. Clint stopped for a moment, watching and looked at the Asgardian.

"Dude..."

"What?" Thor looked up, confused. Natasha sighed, sharpening her knifes viciously and restraining herself from throwing them at Clint and the tv.

"Just-" Clint gestured to the tv screen, where Thor smiled.

"Aye yes, the younglings are talented singers and dancers. You Midgardians have beautiful music."

"That doesn't even really qualify as real music Thor!"

Natasha groaned, standing and leaving the room while her partner and the Prince argued. She entered the kitchen, maneuvering around Tony as she takes a seat on the corner. The red head watches him, noticing the phone pressed to his ear and the sullen, strict look on his face. She stopped sharpening her knifes, suddenly concerned by what caused Tony to be so... well quiet.

It was a moment before he got off the phone, and Natasha immediately leapt up, "Tony? What's wrong?" He looked like someone ripped out his arc reactor, he only used that look when it really mattered. Mostly when it involved something horrible and/or Pepper. Natasha reached out, forcing him to look at her, "What's wrong? Is it Pe-"

"No," Tony shook his head, "No, it's not Pepper. But, it was about Audrey. Audrey Nathan."

Natasha tilted her head for a split second before remembering that this was Coulson's old flame, "Oh..."

Tony sighed, "It's not good."

Coulson stood frozen in the kitchen, the phone in his stiff hand. From the living room, the children were laughing and screaming, but it sounded really far away now. Someone was on the other end of the line, calling his name. They kept calling him by his first name, but the phone simply fell onto the tile floor, Phil following. He landed rather unceremoniously on his butt.

He was staring at some vacant point when May came in, forcing him up. He was rather uncooperative, not exactly helping but at the same time not fighting her. He heard the children calling to see if he was ok, only for May to answer back yes. To Coulson, it didn't feel like it was happening, or it felt like he wasn't here as it was happening.

"Phil..." May smacked him across the face to snap him out of his trance, "Phil, are you ok? What happened?"

The memories flooded back to him; the mission, the promise, their vacation plans, all her concerts. He felt a sharp stinging along his left cheek, so see that May had slapped him again. He focused, looking at her.

"Don't make me slap you again and tell me who you were talking to."

Phil immediately yielded to her disguised, threatening tone, "It was Hill... It's a out Audrey, she-she's-"

May's strict face shattered, turning soft with concern. She reached over and gripped his shoulder, squeezing it, "I'm so sorry Phil."

Back in Germany, the mysterious elderly gentleman was reclining back in his bed. Across from him was the news, talking about global stocks and other information he didn't exactly care about. On his right, his nurse was adjusting a machine for him, adjusting it to his heart rate and blood pressure.

The elderly man sighed, going to change the channel. But, he stopped when the newscasters began to show the newest viral video. He watched, as two young children dance around the unmissable appearance of Thor, singing. Now, under normal circumstances, an Asgardian singing Let it Go would lead to him muting the tv, but the children were what intrigued him. They were familiar.

It finally struck him where he saw them before, causing him to reach over to the file on the recent experiment. It included pictures of the test subjects from before and after, and those two children were exactly like the test subject results. He shouted something to the nurse, demanding a phone. He needed to get a hold of who was overseeing his project, they needed to find those children. He didn't know why, but those children were important.

Yes, I killed off Audrey Nathan! I killed her! Go ahead, shout your Outrage! I just couldn't resist! I had to do it!

I have many reasons on why the kids would be, hunted down really and wanted in lack of a better term.

1)To use their cells/blood/DNA in some way to synthesize more serum

2) No lose ends, they can use the children in the future or just get rid of all evidence.

Ill most likely go with the first one.