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.

The hotel room was nice, of course, Coulson wasn't really paying attention. He was too busy pacing along the dark brown cream squiggly carpet in his socks, t shirt and sweatpants. May sat on the left side of the master bed, attempting to read her book. Unfortunately, Coulson's pacing was horribly distracting.

"Phil..." May sighed, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

May glared, "You're pacing Phil, sit down and tell me what's wrong."

With a reluctant sigh, Coulson took a seat beside her on the bed. He rest his head against the headboard, staring around the room. Across from them on the cream wall was a large flat screen. Beneath it, were dark red mahogany drawers filled with their clothes. The dresser matched the two night stands. To the far right, parallel to the bed was the bathroom door and to the left was the balcony with a wall of glass windows. However, the cream curtain was pulled across it, obscuring a view of the city.

"I'm on edge," Coulson sighed.

"The funeral?" May asked, Audrey's funeral was in two days. It felt like such a long time, but at the same time, felt like it was rapidly approaching. However, Coulson shook his head no, "No... The kids."

So that was what was bothering him. Not the funeral, he just missed the kids. May could relate, she wasn't use to the silence that was replacing the absence of their noise. She missed the sounds of their laughing and the sounds of video games.

"I know, I miss them too," May whispered, reaching for her phone as it rang. Speaking of the devils, it was Clint. Leaning back, May answered the phone, "Melinda May speaking."

"HI MUMMY!" Leo's voice practically screamed through the phone, "How's Portland?"

May smiled, "It's good, but we miss you. How's the others? Have your babysitters been behaving?"

"Mummy! We made lava with Uncle Bruce! And-and Uncles Tony and Clint took us to Chuck E. Cheese's. We got a disco ball!"

"A disco ball?" Coulson looked at May confused, May shrugging, "Leo, who's baby sitting you tonight?"

"Uncle Clint and his girlfriend..."

"Girlfriend? What girlfriend Leo?"

"Aunt 'Tasha!"

May looked at Coulson, eyes wide. The Black Widow was babysitting? "Natasha is babysitting?"

"What?" Coulson asked, clearly concerned as well. Neither adult forgot about Natasha's little stunt during dinner with Skye.

"Yes!"

"Hi Mum!" Jemma's voice came on with Leo's, "We miss you!"

"We miss you both as well," May says, putting the phone on speaker. She looked at Coulson, nodding.

"Hi," Coulson says tentatively, before Skye's voice broke over Leo and Jemma's.

"Dad! Dad we miss you!"

"I miss you too Skye," Coulson says, "How's Natasha and Clint?"

"Aunt 'Tasha was a meanie at first but we have an understanding now."

"A meanie? Skye honey, what do you mean by that?"

"Auntie 'Tasha wouldn't let us have cereal.. But I fixed it!" Skye smiled excitedly, "And guess where we'll be going tomorrow?"

"Where?" Coulson asked, not sure at all where this was going.

"BUILD-A-BEARS!"

"Oh..." Both adults says, forcing enthusiasm, but let's face it, these kids didn't really need more stuffed animals. But they couldn't just say no over the phone, it would be rude and cause chaos.

"You kids have fun," Coulson says. "Mel and I need to go, it's getting late and I suspect your up past your bed time."

At the mention of bedtime, the phone quickly hung up.

The echoing sound of heels on tile drew the elder gentleman's attention towards the door. Just as she passed the threshold, the man spoke.

"Has thee extraction plan been set?" He spoke, his German accent thickening with anticipation for an answer.

"Yes sir, our inside source at SHIELD felt it was important to tell you, that whatever SHIELD is keeping from it's lower level agents, the two agents on the job have been pulled away due to a personal, private matter. Which means, most likely that the children are in incapable hands of protection."

"Good... Have you found the location..."

"We've located the house sir, found all entry and exit points and have made an efficient plan to obtain all the children. Once we have repossessed them, they shall be brought to one of our labs in South America where we will use their DNA to synthesize more youth serum."

"Excellent.. I want whoever interferes eliminated, but the children mustn't be harmed. Is that clear."

"Perfectly clear sir. Shall I deploy the team?"

"Yes...Proceed as plan."

Happy Thanksgiving, no I'm sorry, no thanksgiving story. However, I think this qualifies as something nice to read while you digest that turkey and gravy. Personally, I never really like thanksgiving food... Don't know why. *shrugs* As for the children, don't worry, they'll be making their Build-A-Bears soon! Promise!

I cajt wait to see if Natasha and Clint will be capable babysitters...