Episode 1: Pilot
Part Two

Inside a factor, Mike walked behind another man.
"My hands are tied, Mike. It's company policy. You didn't meet quota, I had to let you go." Mike hurried his steps to walk beside the guy who stopped to talk to him.
"Gary, look, I've got no choice. It's just me and my boy now."
Gary shook his head, "There's no opening, Mike. And even if there were, I got a hundred guys standing in line that are just like you, only they won't bitch when they hurt their back."
"I was injured, but I'm stronger now. I can handle twice the load I used to."

Gary looked at his former employee.
"What are you not hearing? You don't cut it." Mike's face turned angry. "When I say I need things moved, I need –" Mike angrily shoved a large crate, sending it flying into a wall where sparks erupted.
"Like that?"
"Are you out of your mind!" Gary shouted. Mike put his hand on Gary's face and gave him a hard shove, causing him to land on a pile of metal tubing.
"These are people, Gary. Men! Not parts you replaced when they break!"

Mike grabbed a gas container, it sprayed when he ripped it from where it was housed.
"It's not me, man," Gary groaned. His head was bleeding. "It's the company. I'm not the bad guy. I'm not the bad guy, man." Mike started to get some sort of realization.
"Yes, you are. It's simple now, just like we used to read about. You're the bad guy." Gary regained some of his composure and was now trying to move himself away from Mike. "And I'm the hero." He lifted the gas canister high and brung it down heavily.

Back in the bus, Sara wrote something down in a folder as Skye walked into the room. Coulson was leaning over a lit table, staring down at a folder of his own.
"Did Agent Ward give you anything?" Coulson asked without looking up.
"He told me he's been to Paris, but never really saw it, and that he wishes you had stayed in Tahiti."
"It's a magical place," Coulson told her.
"Ward doesn't like your style," Skye said. She looked around the room with a smile. "I kinda think I do."
"What about his?" Sara asked.

Sweeping her hand along the table, a feed from a news-report was shown on one of the TV screens.
"… Remains in critical condition. Employees could not identify the attacker, but security footage confirms that this man assaulted the factory foreman before damaging thousands of dollars' worth of company property." The screen show a damaged factory and an angry looking man with a gas canister. Skye watched with a worried look in his face.
"This is wrong. This is not… the guy I met.. he was… He just needs a break." Sara looked up at her.
"Then give him one. What have you got?" Skye looked at her, glanced at the screen once more, then looked at Coulson

Skye tossed Mike's driver's license onto the table as the team gathered around. Fitz and Sara weren't paying much attention as they worked on a tablet. The table scanned the license and various information spread out on the table, almost like a giant touch screen computer that his horizontal instead of vertical. Simmons, Coulson, and May looked through the information while Skye stood toward the back.
"Mike Peterson," Coulson reported. "Factory worker, married, one kid. Gets injured, gets laid off. Wife jumps ship. Good guy, bad breaks."

When Coulson got closer to the table, Skye moved up to stand between him and May.
"Best guess is, somebody tells him they can make him strong again, make him super."
May frowned, "Who has the tech to do that? And why would they want to?"
"Fitz, what do we have from the security footage before the blast?" Coulson asked.

Fitz touched some controls and fed a grainy looking image to one of the TV screens behind them.
"What are we seeing?" May asked. Two men appeared arguing. At least one man was angry, he was pointing his finger at the other man in a threatening way.
"Well," Fitz shrugged, "the man is angry at the other man." May, Coulson, and Skye shot him a "no kidding, really?" look at Fitz, who ignored him. Sara rolled her eyes and explained.
"The data is very corrupt."
"Yeah," her brother nodded, "like cold war Russia corrupt."
"Yeah," Simmons agreed.
"You aren't helping," Sara groaned. "We can't sync the timecode without –"

Skye cut her off.
"What if you had the audio?" Fitz turned to looked at her fully for the first time. "I was running surveillance on the lab. I had my shotgun mic pointed at the window before the blast. The digital file's in my van. There's too much background noise for me, but you could probably –" This time, Simmons interrupted Skye.
"You can clean that up, can't you? Find a sync point and use cross field validation, to find –"

Fitz shook his head, "But I can't scrub for expression patterns when the Vit-C is all –"
"Well, is there a chrominance subcarrier."
"Yeah," Fitz agreed, "attached to the back porch, brilliant!"
Sara rolled her eyes, "We'll take the audio, please."

Coulson turned to Skye.
"Your van's here, but you were right, we couldn't decrypt the files."
"The encryptions are coupled to the GPS. Get my van back to that alley and then I'm in business." Skye started out of the room.
"Agent May will escort you," Coulson called after her. May sent him a look before following Skye out the door. Coulson looked at Sara. "Wake up Ward, please." She nodded and quickly left the room.

Inside a hospital, a woman laid on the bed as a nurse attended to her. Mike appeared at the door, holding flowers. As he entered the room, the woman sat up higher.
"You – you're… Oh wow, you're him." He gave her a smile and walked further into the room, holding the flowers out to her as the nurse walked out.
"I'm glad you're doing okay," he said.
"Oh, yeah." She took the flowers from him, keeping her gaze on him. "Thank you, they're beautiful."

Once the door closed behind the nurse, she looked at him more seriously.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"I don't know where to go, doctor," Mike told her. "Everything's getting… I – I know what's right, I do. But no one will listen to me. I volunteered because you said things would change." She quickly got out of bed.
"And you said you could keep it together. Our first subject lost it, walked into the lab with a fricking bomb!"
"I'm not like him."
"Well, tell that to your foreman, in the I.C.U."

Mike gripped her shoulder, pulling her in close.
"I saved you." She roughly pulled her arm away.
"You exposed me!" She sighed and walked around him to look out the door. "You exposed the program!" She turned to face him again. "The people who gave me this technology, they are very serious, and they do not want to be revealed. Mike Peterson needs to disappear."
"You're right," Mike agreed. "I'm not him anymore." He walked to stand closer to her. "I'm someone else now."

The doctor shook his head, "Oh, please. You're juiced, Mike." He walked away from her and she followed. "And you're losing it, just like the last guy. This is a disaster." Mike opened the window and stood there, then turned to look at her.
"No. It's an origin story." With that, he jumped.

Sara crept into the containment room quietly, holding Fitz' bullhorn in her hand. Gently, she removed Ward's gun, holding it away. She knew that this would make him instantly go for it. Today was not the day for a gun in her face. Taking a deep breath, she held the bullhorn out and pressed the top.

Ward instantly shot awake, his hand going for his gun. He frantically looked away before focusing on Sara. She burst out laughing, holding his gun out to him. He glowered as he took his gun back, shoving it back into his holster.
"I hate you sometimes," he growled.
"Only sometimes, right?" she questioned.

He rolled his eyes, "Yes, only sometimes." He dropped his head and pressed his lips to hers.
"You'd better go get changed," she murmured.
"Why? Don't like me like this?" She rolled her eyes and kissed him again.
"I do, but at the same time… I've got to go downstairs and help Fitz." She pulled away, quickly exiting the room.

Skye sat inside her van, flipping switches while she talked on her cell phone.
"Audio files should be coming through. It's not compressed, so it might take a minute."

Inside the lab, Sara sat at her desk as Fitz ran around her.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we're getting it," Fitz said. He ran over to one of the computer terminals and punched some buttons. "So, uh, when – when you get back, I'll show you my thing." Sara froze and looked up at him as he stammered to correct himself. "A thing, it's not… it's my hardware." Sara had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. "My equipment," he tried. She shook her head and mimed for him to hang up. "Let's… hang up." He took the earpiece out, throwing it down on the desk.

Sara had just glanced down at her schematics for the night-night gun when Simmons called to her.
"Can you come hold this?" she asked. Sara pushed away from her desk and walked over to Simmons, pulling on a pair of gloves. She took hold of it with a frown.
"And the clamps I installed won't do the trick because…?" Sara trailed off as Simmons started drilling into the piece of metal. Coulson was standing beside her, watching them closely.
"So the alien metal wasn't explosive?" he asked. Simmons shook her head.
"Well, I assumed from the break pattern and the dispersion that it was, but it's just dripping with gamma radiation –" Sara jerked away as a thick yellow substance dripped out.

Simmons exclaimed in surprise.
"Oh! Now it's actually dripping!" She chuckled and Sara sent her a glare.
"A little warning next time," she scolded. Simmons nodded before going back to drilling. Sara turned her head as the door opened and a very angry looking Ward entered the room to confront Coulson. She smirked when she saw that he had taken her advice to change into a T-shirt and jeans.
"So… what did that get us?" Fitz walked in front of Ward and spoke, even though Ward wasn't talking to him.
"Skye's sending us the rest of her decrypted files on centipede. But we have her audio. I've loaded it up."

Ward didn't take his eyes off Coulson until Fitz said it was loaded. He slowly followed after the other man.
"Nice work," Coulson told him. Ward tensed and looked back at Coulson, still upset about getting drugged against his will. Coulson smirked at him while Fitz remained oblivious to the tension.
"Now," Fitz continued, "using motion estimation, Bayesian Inference, a beam splitter and a little defraction theory, our mystery man… appears." While he was taking, he took a small device into his hands. He walked up a few steps of the metal staircase then turned the device into the empty portion of the room. He flipped something and a grainy looking hologram appeared before them all. Now, instead of a 1D image, it was a 3D image of the angry man talking. "It's like magic. But it's – it's science…"
Sara rolled her eyes, "Good job Fitz."

Stepping closer to the hologram, Ward peered at the image.
"Explosives in the case?" he asked.

The hologram started to move when synced to the audio. The scientist tried to calm the angry man.
"… please calm down. Just let me check your vitals."
"I feel fine! I want to feel more. Where's the Doctor? Where is she?"

Sara's brow furled as she watched the angry man getting more nad more agitated.
"I-If you don't settle down, I'll have you sedated." The angry man picked up a chair and slammed it down with his next question.
"Where is she?" Sara took the control from Fitz and paused the hologram.
"Did you – did you see that on his arm?" she asked. She rewound to the part where the Angry man was lifting the chair up high.

Ward stepped in closer to look at the man's arm.
"What does that look like to you?" Coulson asked. Sara froze the playback so that they could get a good look at the tech on the man's arm. It was long and had yellow gems looking like legs.
"A centipede," Ward answered. Simmons grew excited and walked over.
"It's an intravenous filter for his blood. This goo, sir – very similar to the serum Dr. Erskine developed in the 40s for the –"

That caught Coulson's immediate attention.
"Super Soldiers," he finished.
Simmons nodded, "I'm reading alien metal, gamma radiation, the serum, every known source of super-power thrown in a blender." Coulson quickly turned to Sara. "We need to see the origin of the blast, run it back from the last point recorded."

While May wasn't looking, Skye moved a pad of paper aside, hiding under it were three microchips. She plucked up one and stuck it in her bra.
"That should do it," she said, closing the laptop as May leaned in the door.
"Let's head back," May said.

Skye turned as May fell forward into the van as she was hit by someone from behind. They grabbed her by her throat and threw her out of the van, causing her to hit the wall of the alley. She fell down unconscious. Skye's eyes widened as she saw Mike.
"Mike, what are you doing?"
"Saving you," he answered. "From the scary men in dark suits. And you're going to help save us."
""Us?"" she repeated. Mike reached off to the side, puling Ace into Skye's view by his arm. The little boy looked terrified.
"Don't cry, okay?" Mike told him. "Stay strong for me, Ace."

Mike lifted Ace into the van before getting in behind him. Skye scrambled closer to the wheel, getting some distance. Mike sat Ace on his lap.
"What are we?" Mike asked his son.
"We're a team," Ace said.
"That's right," Mike nodded. He looked over at Skye as he closed the door. "Now. Drive."

Sara watched as the flames in the video appeared, but instead of spreading outwards, they were collapsing together. They all moved together to form the body of the angry man. The team could see splits in his skin just prior to the explosion.
"Extremis. It's new," Coulson said. "Completely unstable."
Simmons sighed, "Poor man didn't bring an explosive. And Mike has the same stuff in his system."
"And judging by his strength level, a lot more," Ward pointed out.
"So, any minute now, Mike is gonna –" Fitz trailed off.
"He'll take out anyone within a two block radius," Sara finished. Coulson walked over to the doorway, stopping beside Ward.
"Well, you wanted a bomb." He left the room as Sara glanced over at Ward.

Ward stood inside the planning room, assembling a large gun. Sara stood next to him, her arms crossed.
"Killing him isn't going to solve the problem," she told him.
"And what is?" Coulson asked, looking up from a screen.
"The guy didn't explode because he was angry," Simmons said. "The two are connected, it's – it's kind of a chemical surge. But, calming him down will buy him a minute at most. He will detonate within the next few hours." Coulson looked at her and Sara.
"Solution?"
"Isolate him, get him away from people," Sara said.
"Or?" Coulson asked.
"Put a bullet through his brain," Fitz answered.

At that, Ward made a loud clicking noise with his gun. Sara glared at his back.
"If he's dead this irradiated metabolic process will stop," Simmons agreed with her lab partner.
Coulson shook his head, "We need to come up with a third option. One that doesn't involve Mike's son losing a father."
"Sir, we have a couple hours, at most," Simmons argued. "There's no way we could possibly –"
"I could finish the –" Sara tried.
"No! It's not possible."

Coulson rounded angrily at him. "Don't ever say there's no way! It's on you. Get it done." Fitz-Simmons nodded and quickly left the room. Ward glanced side-ways at Sara.
"We can't save everyone," he murmured.
"We also can't kill everyone." She marched out of the room, following her brother.

Ward held up his gun, inspecting it as Coulson clicked on a remote.
"May?" he asked.
"He took Skye," May's voice filled the room.
"You all right?" Coulson asked, his jaw clenched in anger.
"We'll deal with that later, at length. Right now, we need to figure out where they went."

Skye tapped at the keys of her laptop. The screen was popped-up with Mike's picture and a bunch of info. Mike walked from the back of the van to where Skye was.
"How long is this going to take?" Mike asked.
"This is top speed, trust me," Skye said. "It's not like I'm deleting a Facebook page… I'm bypassing the license bureau's A.E.S. protected data stream. So, chill."
Mike frowned at her, "How do I know you can really do this?"
"I've done it before," Skye answered. She hit another key and everything on Mike was erased.

Down in the lab, Simmons worked on something as Fitz stared at a large screen.
"Come on! Give me more paralysis." The screen started giving warning beeps, and Fitz got aggravated. "Less rigor mortis! Oh, come on!" He shook out his hands in frustration and ran to another section. Sara looked up from the night-night gun.
"Just pretend it's an exam," she said softly. "We're taking an exam."
He took a frustrated breath, "An exam – yeah… Okay, I don't want an "F". "F" equals a massacre."

Simmons placed a vial of blue liquid into a tube that closed around it as Fitz bent down, taking some deep breaths. There was a lot of beeps on his screen and he brought his head up quickly to check it out. Sara's eyes darkened at the words that appeared:

Security Breach

Rushing about the table, Simmons started to panic.
"Oh no! What is this nonsense? Why are you making nonsense?"
"This isn't me! It's noise!" Fitz snapped. "Someone's hacking our secure channel."
"It's longitude and latitude," Sara said.
"Mike took Skye," Coulson said entering the room. Sara's eyes squinted when the room brightened as the Bus ramp lowered. "She's telling us where. Come on Sara."

Inside Skye's van, Mike tried to calm his son and himself.
"We'll take the nice lady with us," he was saying. "We, we can't go to the airport, so we'll – we'll take a train." Skye was still clicking on her keyboard. "And there she'll – she'll help us start over, make a new life – a better life, like I always said."

Outside the train station, the SUV carrying Coulson, Ward, and Sara pulled up. Sara pulled up to the curb as Coulson and Ward got out. Coulson had a bullhorn in his hand as they walked to the van. There were people just walking around going about their everyday lives.
"Look at this place," Ward said. "You're gonna risk thousands of lives over some nobody?"
"Nobody's nobody, Ward," Coulson said. "Fitz-Simmons will come through."

Ward frowned, pulling Sara away a few feet.
"You're really going to let him do this?"
Sara shrugged, "I mean… Nobody's nobody." He let out a tense breath.
"It's not… It's not safe."
"Are you concerned for them or for me?" He paused at that.
"Both," he said after a minute.
"Don't," she said firmly. "Don't worry about me."

Coulson walked closer to the van, bringing a bullhorn up to his mouth and turned it on.
"Mr. Peterson, good morning." Mike's head popped up inside the van at hearing his name. "We're not a threat. We're here to help. But you're in danger and we need to take you in."
"What did you do?" Mike asked Skye. His face started to glow red again.

There was a tense silence outside when suddenly the van door was forcibly thrown off, hitting Sara and a few police officers that were close. Coulson saw it heading for his head and ducked at the last possible moment. Mike had Ace in his arm and grabbed Skye by one of her arms, hauling her out of the van.

Ward regained his composure as they passed and scrambled to get his gun. Mike was able to get Skye and Ace inside the train station before Ward could get to his feet. People inside the train station seemed to have no clue to the chaos that just happened outside. People were going to and from their destinations. Mike led Skye past a rough looking group. Skye noticed them, looking at Mike, then back at the rough guy in the lead. She pulled her leg back and kicked the lead rough guy in the crotch.

Mike looked back at her, shocked at her actions.
"You're right, he is a little bitch," she told him. The guy's friend rushed at them and Skye ran off as Mike pushed Ace behind him.
"Ace, get back!" Mike grabbed one of the men and threw him hard. Everyone that came to confront Mike got mowed down easily. Mike looked around for his son. "Ace!"

He got hit on his back by one of those waiting in line markers, it bent around his back, not hurting him. The rough guy looks at it with shock and then up to Mike with even more shock and worry. Mike slowly turned and launched the guy fifty feet in the air before landing with a thud.

Outside, the doctor from the hospital, the one Mike saved, was sitting in a car watching all the movement and chaos Mike created. In the backseat was a man that was wearing a police uniform. She glanced at him in the rearview mirror and he immediately got out of the backseat, holding an impressive looking gun.

Inside the train station, Coulson located Ace and lead him to some police officers.
"Let's get him out of here," he said. "I have an agent outside."
"I want my daddy," Ace cried.
"I promise," Coulson told him.
"Ace!" Mike shouted, looking around frantically. "Ace!"

The man was so preoccupied with looking for Ace that he didn't see Ward come up behind him. He hit mike behind the knees, causing his legs to buckle. Once Mike was on the ground, Ward got him in a chokehold.
"Look, the stuff inside you is unstable. It'll kill you and everyone else in here." Mike struggled against Ward, but he wasn't really trying.
"Who's gonna miss us?"

Mike got to his feet and walked backwards, ramming Ward into a glass sign. Mike got hold of Ward's shoulders and flipped the Agent up and over his shoulder. Ward let out a groan then a cough from the impact of the ground. Mike looked over and saw Skye go for a door. He also saw a man in a uniform enter from another door and look straight at him. Mike make an impressive jump and landed behind Skye, who could not get the door unlocked.

The man in the uniform saw Mike land and trained his gun on him. Mike got to Skye and grabbed her by the arm, turning her to face him. The man in the uniform fired a shot that went wide. It didn't him them, but let them know someone was firing at them. Mike gave the door Skye was trying to exit a hard kick, causing it to open. The man in the uniform quickly followed after.

Outside, May got of the police car that pulled up. Coulson touched his earpiece.
"We're at the north entrance, May." He got to Ward and held his hand down to him, Ward took it, getting to his feet.
"You told them to hold fire," Ward said.
"I don't think that's us."

May caught sight of Sara, holding an ice pack to her shoulder with Ace beside her. She quickly jogged over to them.
"Are you okay?" she asked. Sara looked up at her with a 'do you really think I'm okay' look. Ace was sitting nervously beside her, staring at the train station doors.

The two women paused as Coulson spoke through their ears.
"We may have a third party here." Their heads snapped to attention and started looking around. "He's gonna head down to the tracks."

Coulson looked at Ward.
"You stay high, I'll go low." Ward nodded and Sara's voice came through his earpiece.
"Only take the shot if you have too." Ward didn't answer right away as he walked towards his spot. "Ward!" she exclaimed.
"Only if I have too," he promised.

Mike dragged Skye to an area that seemed to be under construction.
"You've got to stop!" Skye snapped. She roughly extracted her arm from his grip and looked at him pleadingly. "These people can help you."
"The men in suits? They're your buddies now?" He gripped her arm again, leading her further into the room. "Where did they take my son?"

They walked to a railing and looked down to the train station. The man in the uniform walked to a window, brought up a gun, and fired.
"Get down!" Mike threw Skye hard to the ground getting her out of the way. The man in the uniform cocked the gun and fired again. This time, Mike got hit in the shoulder. The impact of the hit spun him around knocking him over the railing to the floor below.

Mike crashed into a ticket kiosk, crumbling it as Skye looked to the shooter. He cocked his gun and aimed again, but May arrived behind him. She placed the punch to the back os his knee, causing his legs to buckle. She took the gun out of hand and smashed her palm into his chest. The fight was brief, and May was able to knock the guy out with one punch. Skye sent her a shaky smile of thanks through the window.

Downstairs, Mike was emerging from the kiosk, glowing red, and smashed the kiosk down even more. A pair of feet walked into his sight. It was Coulson, walking very slowly. Mike stood, staring at Coulson as he panted. Coulson bent down and placed his gun on the floor. "Think that means anything?" Mike asked. He looked up and saw that Ward had his gun trained on him.
"I know you got men everywhere, waiting to put me down. I know how this plays out."
Coulson shook his head, "I don't. I know you got poison in your system. I know it's burning you up. Mike, the last guy who wore that exploded."
"I'm not like that other guy. I'm – It matters who I am, inside, if I'm a good person, if I'm strong."
"I have a clear shot," Ward buzzed. "Do you copy?" Coulson ignored him.
"I know you're strong. Your boy knows it. He needs you to let us help."
"You took him!" Mike shouted. "You took my wife, my job, my house!"

Mike lifted his arm and showed Coulson the centipede device.
"You think this is killing me?" Skye and May rushed into the room, stopping when they got close. "All over, there's people being pushed down, being robbed." Mike ripped something large and heavy out of the floor next to him. "One of them tries to stand up, you got to make an example out of him."
"You bring this building down on us, will that help them?" Coulson asked.
"That's a lie! All you do is lie!"

He used the large piece of the building to smash apart the kiosk some more, there was a flash of red in his face that lowers.
"You said if we worked hard… if we did right… we'd have a place." Ward's finger tightened on the trigger, but he didn't pull it. "You said it was enough to a man. But there's better than man. There's Gods. And the rest of us, what are we? They're giants, we're what they step on." Coulson stepped even closer to Mike.
"I know. I've seen giants – up close. And that privilege cost me, nearly everything. But the good ones, the real deal, they're not heroes because of what they have that we don't. It's what they do with it. You're right, Mike. It matters who you are." Mike's face looked dejected and sad now.
"I could, you know. Be a hero." Skye and Coulson both gave him small smiles.
"I'm counting on it," Coulson told him. They heard a gunshot and Mike fell back. Both Coulson and Skye were taken aback by that. They turned to look where Ward was standing as Simmons rushed over to Mike.

Ward shook his head at them, nodding at Sara who was holding the night-night gun. Fitz was standing beside her. She seemed in extreme pain, but had a look of indifference on her face. Simmons gave a happy smile as the blue and red lights faded from Mike's skin. Skye rolled her eyes in relief, then smiled back.

Coulson stood beside Lola as Skye talked to two young children near a large farmhouse. There was also another woman there who followed after the children when they walked away. Skye walked back over to Coulson.
"I told him his father was coming home."
"He will," Coulson promised. "We have some experience with this."
"He almost blew. We almost died."
"We have some experience with that too."
"Don't have it all mapped out."
Coulson nodded, "True. We didn't cut off the head of the centipede. Whoever sponsored that little experiment is still out there, among other things."

Skye looked down at Lola.
"It's a brave new world, and a really old car."
"Lola can keep up," Coulson said, opening the driver's door. He climbed inside as Skye went around. "What about you?" Skye got into her seat, sending him a confused look. "Have you thought about the offer?"
Skye frowned, "Hitching a ride on the crazy plane? I'm not exactly a team player."
"We're not exactly a team," Coulson confessed. "But we're in a position to do some good. You'd be great help and you'd be front row center at the strangest show on Earth, which is, after all, what you wanted."
Skye laughed lightly, "I was able to hack S.H.I.E.L.D. from my van. You're gonna show me something new?" He smiled as there was a beeping of a cell phone. He pushed a button.
"Go."

On the plane, Ward was on the phone while Sara and Fitz stood nearby eating Chinese food. Simmons walked closer to listen in.
"Sir, we've got an 0-8-4," Ward said.
"Is that confirmed?"
"They want us to go in and confirm it."

Skye turned to Coulson confused.
"What's on 0-8-4?" Coulson started the engine.
"You've got exactly ten minutes to decide if you really want to know." Skye smiled at him.
"There's no way we can make it to the airfield in –" Coulson reached down and flipped a switch on Lola. The tires whirred and moved until they were horizontal with the ground. "… ten minutes," she finished.

She leaned over the side of the car and looked down at the ground then back at Coulson.
"The tide is rising," Coulson quoted. He put on some sunglasses as the emblem on the car switched from the Corvette to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Ward frowned as he watched Simmons prod at Sara's shoulder.
"Ice was smart," Simmons told her. "But it's out of place." She went to move it, but Sara flinched.
"I'll do it," Ward said, walking toward them. He gently grasped her shoulder and without letting her object, popped it back into place. She let out a painful wince and Simmons gave him a thankful smile.

As the scientist scurried off to find a sling, Ward leaned his forehead against Sara.
"You know, Mike asked me something," he said softly. "He asked who was gonna miss me if he blew…"
"I would," Sara said almost instantly. "I would miss you. Besides, who would I beat during combat training?" The happy look on his face darkened teasingly.
"Oh really?" She pecked at his lips.
"Oh yes."

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