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.

May stood in the elevator wanting nothing more than to go upstairs, change, and relax on the couch while the children hopefully tortured Tony quietly in their rooms. She took off her black heels, god did her feet hurt. She couldn't wait to just rest and never wear another heel again.

As the elevator doors closed, she saw Phil running over with an arm outstretched shouting, "Hold the elevator."

May stuck her arm between the doors, causing them to reopen and let Coulson slide in beside her. She stared at him, he had left the tower in really neat, professional black jeans and a white button shirt. Now, his jeans had obviously seen some use and he wore a Yankee jersey over his shirt as well as a Yankee cap. She felt overdressed next to him in her black business blouse and skirt.

"Hey," Coulson looked at her attire, "What were you up to today?"

"Shadowing Pepper to make sure no one killed or kidnapped her," May answered as the doors closed and she felt the elevator move upward.

Coulson nodded, wishing he hadn't asked now that he knew it wasn't as eventful as his day with Steve at Yankee Stadium. May looked at him, "I take it you had a good time, how's Rogers taking the whole 'no longer Brooklyn' Dodgers thing?"

"Hopefully he'll get over it in time."

Coulson nodded and together they stepped out of the elevator when the doors open.

To their surprise, the entire floor was more or less left in dim lighting. The lights were off with a few set on low here and there so no one got hurt. The kitchen table had been moved into the center of the living room, where the furniture had been pushed aside. The tv screen was set to show the image of a roaring fire and pink ribbon was draped about the walls and ceiling. The table was draped in a purple table cloth, with two candle sticks lit.

"What's this," Coulson couldn't help but be amused with this romantic dinner the kids prepared. He watched as May plucked a note from the middle of the table and read it aloud.

"You've done so much for us that we wanted to give you a memorable night without us. P.S. We got Clint's help cooking the hard stuff."

Coulson couldn't help but chuckled at that, "Shall we?" He offered, pulling one of the two chairs out for May. May took a seat and after pushing her in, Coulson took a seat across from her.

Each of them had a bowl and a plate, as well as a wine glass, a napkin, two forks, a knife, and a spoon. Between them was the food. May couldn't help feeling her stomach ache a bit more in hunger at the sight of a bowl filled with bow tie pasta with shrimp in what she could only assume was tomato cream. The scent washed over her more than the others, and she hardly paid attention to the pumpkin risotto, pork souvlaki, a broth of cheddar potato soup, mint chocolate chip cookies and the delicious chocolaty fudge stacked like a ziggurat on a plate.

"They sure went all out," Coulson chuckled as he reached out and took the bottle of white wine to open and pour. He felt a cooler under the table with his foot, most likely full of other bottles of wine.

"Are we sure we aren't going to get food poisoning, remember the last time Stark cooked?"

Coulson's expression was very bitter, "Don't remind me. But you read the note, clearly he convinced Clint to help since there hasn't been any signs of a fire anywhere."

"So if we get food poisoning we just kill Barton?"

Clint scoffed, "How dare she, I happen to be very serious when it comes to cooking."

"Yeah, that's exactly why I found a broken arrow tip in my omelet last month," Tony sarcastically answered, ignoring the glare he was getting.

The remaining Avengers were in the main common room with Grant, Skye, Leo, and Jemma, even Natasha. The four kids were in their pajamas, eating ice cream as they watched the date a bit from the main tv. Tony had JARVIS patch them in to what was happening via the security cameras. Natasha laid sprawled on a couch, her head more of less in Clint's lap. She was growing uncomfortable with every passing minute.

Skye turned over so she was laying on her back, giggling, "Thank you for the help Uncle Clint."

"No problem squirt. If I didn't help Tony would have burnt the building down."

Tony glared, "No I wouldn't have," He argued.

Bruce sighed, "As much as I'd like to see the two big egos of this tower go head to head, I have work to do," the scientist stood, "Do tell me how it works out."

As Bruce walked out, Natasha looked at Clint. Clint simply nodded and came out from under her head, lifting her up to carry her back to bed. Everyone seemed to know where they were going and nodded goodnight to Natasha.

The children giggled except for Grant, they were getting hyped up on sugar. And unaware of the impending chaos about to strike.

Dun dun dun!

Whats to happen next? Well actually we all know whats gonna happen next but I'm compelled to ask. But still...

:D I'm sorry, I gotta be giddy and happy, otherwise I'll think of Bobbi. Bobbi dying... And I don't want to think of that. None of use should have to think of that.