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.
Coulson and May stood side by side walking back to the car together. Both were very silent, Coulson was rubbing at his red eyes with a handkerchief. Coulson wore a crisp white shirt under a clean black suit, along with a matching black tie. May walked beside him, wearing a simple black dress, that hugged her curves and left nothing inappropriate in the open. It covered her arms up to her wrists and she wore a simple silver necklace with it. May couldn't wait to get to the car, the heels were killing her.
May quietly slid into the drivers seat, slipping her heels off and placed her feet onto the pedals. She turned, looking at Coulson quietly, reaching out and giving his shoulder a comforting squeeze. Just as she turned, placing her seat belt on, prepared to turn the engine on, her phone rang. She puffed her cheeks out for a silent moment, clearly annoyed with the interruption and fished it from her purse. She raised an eyebrow, looking at the phone that Maria Hill had given them, before she quietly picked up.
"Agent May," She answered, gripping the wheel with one hand.
"We've been compromised," May tensed slightly, hearing someone on the other end but at the same time she didn't know who was talking to her. Coulson immediately noticed and held his hand out for the phone, which May graciously accepted so she could drive them out of the cemetery.
"Who is this?" Coulson says sternly, all signs of grief gone from his voice. It was as if he wasn't just crying.
"Phil, its me. Look I don't have a lot of time to talk alright? Stark and Hill have already changed your flight, we're moving the kids to the Tower, it's the safest place at the moment."
"That's the safest place for the kids Barton? A giant tower they can easily get lost in with camera crew and fan girls swarming the streets around it?"
"Phil, I don't have time to argue, alright? Look whoever is behind this knew the kids were there, Stark's got a killer security system and there are six avengers constantly keeping watch over them, it made the most sense."
Coulson sighed, understanding Clint's logic. He punched the bridge of his nose, "Is anyone hurt? Are the kids ok?"
"Kids are fine, scared but ok. Natasha was with them when it happened, but she's got required bed rest by SHIELD docs and Bruce. So she's not exactly a happy camper right now."
"Where was she shot?" He's been working with them long enough to know that Natasha and bed rest didn't mix.
"Shoulder, leg, and lower abdomen, more precisely the stomach area."
Coulson scowled, that wasn't good. It wasn't good at all, "We'll be there soon. Take care of the kids, we'll call when we get to the airport and when we land," With that Coulson hung up. He sighed, thinking over the situation the kids had gotten into without them.
"Uncle Tony?" Natasha heard the children, groaning in aggravation. The Russian spy was exhausted, in severe pain and wanted nothing more than to be left alone. But of course, the kids just wanted to be with her, "Is Aunty Natasha awake yet?"
Immediately after the Avengers and a few well trusted her clueless Shield agents had arrived to evacuate the kids and get her to medical, Natasha was admitted into surgery, where she had been awake through most of it with a minimum amount of pain killers that only turned the pain into a sharp discomfort. Then, after surgery she had blatantly refused all pain killers from everyone, especially Bruce no matter what he told her and just wanted to be home in her bed. So here she was laying in bed, fighting off the pain and submitted to just one pill of painkillers at Bruce's insistence and threats of going Hulk from the frustration of arguing with her.
It wasn't that Natasha thought that she was above painkillers, she just refused to take the addicting drugs in fear of becoming addicted to them and dependent on them when she wasn't. Part of the reason why it was practically near impossible to defect from the Red Room was because of the different drugs that would course through her, how dependent that the girls would be on them, how they made the girls feel stronger and better, how that rush if drug induced adrenaline awakened them. So while pain killers had an opposite affect, Natasha was just being cautious, the Red Room didn't offer this kind of medical attention unless you completed the mission, were a valuable asset that deserved it, and had a life threatening injury. She wasn't willing to become dependent on any drugs ever again, especially if she could help it. The only down side though was that because she was in pain, she was very short tempered and cranky.
"I don't know, let's go check!" Tony enthusiastically offered, apparently he still didn't know the subtle different of what was right and wrong when making decisions involving her. So as the children entered the room, trying to be very quiet, Natasha squeezed her eyes shut even tighter, trying to focus on breathing as a pain distractor and to calm down.
"Natashalie?" Tony whispered, "Are you awake?"
'Go away Stark. Go away.'
"Aunty 'Tasha?" Grant asked, Natasha could feel his stare on her. Grant gently poked her hand, "Are you awake?"
"Aunt Natasha!" Skye says a bit too loudly, "Wake up!"
Natasha groaned, opening her eyes. She glared at Tony, "I was resting Stark."
Tony just smiled sheepishly, as Skye and Jemma climbed onto the bed carefully. Skye looked at Natasha, worry filling her eyes as she took the older woman's hand, "Don't you ever do anything like that again, you had us all scared to death!"
Natasha looked at Skye, "Sorry kid, can't make any promises..." She closed her eyes again, and heard her partner's familiar voice as he entered, "Tony, what the hell are you doing bothering her?"
She could always count on Hawk-Eye to keep the trouble makers from angering her when she was hurt.
See?! Natasha's ok. Well, she's stuck on bed rest but she's alive! And that's all that matters. I hope you enjoyed that. Prepare for the children to cause mayhem in Avenger's Tower. *Evil Laugh*
Please Review, any ideas what the kids can do in the tower, you know besides setting stuff in fire. I'd also like to thank anyone who's ever just clicked on the link and looked at atleast one Chapter. This story has had a total of 71,000 views and counting!