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 stared down at the gun in his hand, slipping a few bullets into the chamber. May watched him silently, arms crossed and a serious mask schooling her features.

From that one man they had learned everything. They learned that the Ponce De Leon Project was a research branch within Hydra. They learned that the agents had been taken for test subjects to help perfect the serum they were working on. The man it was intended for, Nathaniel WhiteHall, was a close follower of the Red Skull back in the day and was still alive. Albeit he was only alive because of the medical equipment and constant medical observation he was under but they were planning to make him young again. The Shield attack on their research base, the base that had the children, had ultimately set them back and they needed the children in order to synthesize the serum that de-aged them twenty years.

So it all went back to Hydra, that's where this entire mess stemmed from. Coulson couldn't help but feel hot rage boil deep down. The agent told them exactly where the children would be, a facility in Vermont, and they were leaving immediately to launch the rescue assault.

May watched Coulson, knowing exactly how he feels about the entire situation. But she was worried, there was too much that they didn't know. Too many variables for just them and the Avengers. It made the specialist uneasy.

"You sure you really want to lead the charge into that Hydra base Phil?"

Coulson turned to look at May, as if she grew an extra head. They had a brief, silent stare down before Coulson accusingly asked, "What's that suppose to mean Mel?"

May chewed the inside of her lip, cautiously combing over the next thing she should say. How could she explain? But Coulson took her silence to mean something else, something that said he wasn't capable of this. Something as if she was trying to keep him here and let the Avengers handle it. But he couldn't just let the Avengers go in solo, especially when those children were his agents and they needed him.

Coulson turned, making his way for the door. The tension between them was small but thick like kevlar and Coulson was not going to stand there with her trying to figure out what she was silently saying.

"You're walking right into the line of fire Phil," May's voice wasn't in a shout, but it was was loud and for her that was the equivalent of one. She stared at her friend, "It's too dangerous."

"You keep forgetting May, I've seen plenty of action before. With you and the Avengers and-"

"And you died!" Her voice rose in volume, taking the attention grabbing shock of a shout, "You died Phil. You aren't invincible. I can't let you go marching off to your death."

"I'm not going to die May."

"You don't know that!" She shouted, her eyes stinging with tears, "You don't know what will happen Phil. You were killed once. I can't lose you again!"

"Mel you aren't going to lose me!"

"Phil you don't know that!" The distance between them slowly disappeared as they stepped towards one another, "I can't go through that again. You don't know what it was like for Fury to call and tell me what happened. To pull me from that desk and show me what Loki did. I can't go through holding it all in while I watch over Romanov and Barton just like you would have wanted and making sure I got my job done. I can't go through that Phil. Especially if I see it for my own eyes."

Coulson took May by the shoulders, staring into her eyes, "I'm not leaving. I promise you that I'm going into that Hydra base gun blazing and I'm going to come out with our agents, with those children, and any other victim to these experiments. I'm not going to die. This is Hydra, something we know. Loki was an entirely different ball game, something S.H.I.E.L.D. was not prepared for. I'm not going to leave you."

"How can you keep a promise like that?"

"Like this," Coulson whispered before leaning closer and kissing her. May leaned upward to greet him.

"Hey Agent? Are you read- Gahhhh!" Tony had just entered through the doorway Coulson was about to exit from and stumbled backwards. He turned a very dark shade of red, extremely embarrassed and maybe even slightly traumatized from having walked in on Coulson and May kissing.

Grant struggled profusely against the leather cuffs holding him down. Each of the children were strapped down to cold, metal, uncomfortable chairs that looked more or less like an evil dentist chair. Their arms were restraint to the arm rest, wrists and ankles cuffed down and their sleeves rolled up so their forearms were shown. They were still in pajamas.

"You're gonna be real sorry!" Skye shouted, "Our daddy and mommy are gonna kick your asses you asshats!"

"Skye!" Leo and Jemma gasped, "Language!"

"Oh shut up!" The four year old shouted, "They don't care! Right Grant?"

In any other situation, Grant would totally call the four year old out on her inappropriate language. But Skye was angry and upset, she wanted to leave and be home just as badly as the rest of them. So really, who was he to reprimand her?

"Will you brats just shut up?" Someone shouted as a group of men in white lap coats approached the children. They immediately fell silent, watching them with wide eyes. Grant watched, feeling his heart thump in his chest, as Leo started to cry.

"Now you children just hold still," Another said as they pulled out big, terrifying needles. Skye started to scream bloody murder just at the sight of it, "We promise you that if you just behave, this won't hurt any more than it needs to."

I honestly couldn't help it. I swear, I didn't plan for it and it just-the moment built to it and I honestly could not help it. Please don't shoot! I await for everyone to release the celebratory balloons and such. Perhaps a cake is in order as well?

That ends this chapter, *devious smirk* I'm rather pleased with myself on this chapter.