0-8-4

Mick picked up two bags as Skye tossed them out of her van, trying to gather any last minute things she could potentially need after giving Agent Coulson the news of her joining the team. While Fitz and Jemma were completely excited for Skye and Mick joining their crew, Ward and May clearly had reservations, which they were in the process of voicing to Coulson in the third level briefing room. "Hey! You better be careful with those!" Skye snapped as Mick shook his head while walking onto the Bus. 

"Geez what's in these bags, bricks?" Mick teased, pretending that the bags were the slightest bit heavy. 

"Look just because I live in a van, doesn't meant I can't have nice things!" Skye snapped as she climbed deeper into her van to finish packing, Mick shaking his head at the idea of living in a van.

He walked into the lounge setting down the two large black bags, while Fitz walked down the spiral staircase, trying not to laugh as Mick huffed before making his way back out to the ramp. "How do girls have so much stuff?" Fitz asked as Mick turned back with a smile. 

"I try to not ask too many questions." Mick said as Jemma began making her way down the spiral staircase. 

"You should've seen how much Jemma brought on!" Fitz said as Mick tried to signal to Fitz to tread carefully, which was clearly lost in translation. Jemma then cleared her throat causing Fitz to freeze up.

"You're the one who brought all of our science projects." She teased as Mick smiled. 

"And you see how good the Night Night fun worked with Mr. Peterson!" Fitz argued as Jemma rolled her eyes.

"Only because of the serum I came up with!" Jemma barked as Fitz shook his head, without another word. 

"The grown ups still arguing?" Mick asked as Jemma shot him a look, which screamed her answer without a word; did you have to ask. "She's really not that bad, never shuts up, but she's pretty cool." 

"So are you two a thing?" Jemma's question caught Mick off guard. 

"No! It's nothing like that! We're, uh, just friends!" Mick stammered as Jemma smirked, then Fitz nodded. 

"We're going to give Skye the grand tour if you want to join us." She said as Mick shook his head nervously. "Your loss." 

They walked together outside to see Skye standing with two more bags on the ground, as well as a few knick knacks in a box she was holding tightly. "Oh good, you made it back! Carry these for me!" Skye said with a sarcastic tone, motioning to the box in her arms, while looking at Mick. 

"I'll get the bags." Mick groaned as Jemma giggled, as he walked passed Skye down the ramp. He looked up watching Jemma and Fitz lead Skye into the Bus, then an agent pulled off in Skye's van. With a sigh Mick picked up the bags, caught off guard by how heavy these actually were, grateful no one was around to see him stumble.

Mick then reached the lounge where Ward, May, and Coulson we're walking down the spiral staircase. May's expression was hard to read, but going off of Ward's gritting teeth, Mick imagined May wasn't too happy either. A few moments passed before the warning from May came over the intercom, "Wheels up in two. Lock it, or lose it." Mick shrugged as he made his way to Coulson. 

"What's the game plan, Boss?" 

"We've got an 0-8-4 to check out in Perú." 

"Perú? So I've got time for a nap?" 

"Normally eight hours, in this, maybe six." 

"Good, I haven't slept since your team showed up in Los Angeles." 

"Better get used to that," Coulson said as he noticed Mick watching Skye as she walked passed Ward over towards the couch by the bar. "Is there something you need to tell me about this?" 

"About what?" Mick stammered as Coulson smirked.

"Don't let it interfere with work," Coulson warned before walking towards Skye, as Mick stared at him curiously. 

After a moment of debating what Coulson meant, he turned almost running into Ward. "Sorry, didn't see you there," Mick said only to be met by a huff. "Ok, maybe I'm not sorry." Mick muttered under his breath. Before slipping into his bunk. He promptly laid back on his folded arms, staring at the screen which was a dark blue with the S.H.I.E.L.D. emblem in the center. His eyes closed, and just like that, he was asleep.

The plane began shaking wildly, causing Mick to jump out of his bed, his heart racing. "Nightmare?" Jemma asked staring at the panting Mick from her bunk. 

"No, just forgot I was on a plane," Mick said leaning against his bed. 

"That's a little ironic considering I've seen you climbing and swinging off buildings." 

"That's different. I can't die in a fiery explosion due to crashing into a wall, or the pavement." 

"But you can die." 

"But not in crash." Mick said as the Bus lurched as it stopped. 

"Mission time, everyone head to the hangar." Coulson's voice came through the speakers.

After a quick briefing, they were divided into two SUV's, Coulson and Skye in the leading white SUV from the airfield, while May took everyone else in the black S.H.I.E.L.D. SUV stored on the bus. A silent, twenty minute drive deep into the thick forest until they reached a small clearing with a few small huts, the White SUV stopped, prompting May to do the same. Everyone then climbed out with Ward and May looking around unhappily. 

"Tire tracks, forty meters back. I'll check them against the sites trucks, just to make sure we're alone." Ward said in a cautious tone, as he walked away from the group. 

"I don't like this, there's too much exposure. I'm going to find a place to park." May said with a huff, climbing back into the black SUV, then leaving pulling off into the woods. 

Mick walked up towards the white SUV as Jemma and Fitz spoke with each other about the wildlife of Peru. Mick was always amazed with how much knowledge those to held, they were almost like walking encyclopedias, and as hard as he tried to follow their conversation, he just ended up tuning them out.

After long walk into the woods, Skye piped up, "We should warn the people who live around here if the 0-8-4 is dangerous. They're already dealing with enough with anti-mining rebels and the Shining Path Guerrillas. I could post something." 

Agent Coulson without missing a beat smirked before glancing over at Skye, "Remember the panic when that anti-matter meteor splashed down just off the coast of Miami, nearly devoured the city?" 

"No?" She answered skeptically.

"Precisely. Because we kept it quiet and contained." Mick snickered as Skye rolled her eyes. 

"So, what am I doing?" 

"Well, if it gets out, I might need you to create some kind of diversion, put the public on the wrong scent." 

"So basically, everything I'm against," Skye said bitterly. 

"Yep," Coulson answered, turning away from her. 

Mick then patted Skye on her shoulder smirking, only to have a fierce glare returned, "Hey, look on the bright side, you got a free trip to Peru." 

"Oh, yay. I get to throw away the things I believe in for a vacation!" Skye fussed as Coulson walked towards a man standing by the entrance to the large stone temple. 

"Perfect time for a selfie!" Mick teased leaning close to Skye with a cheesy smile, only to have Skye frown in disapproval. 

"You better delete that." She threatened as Mick jogged off towards the temple laughing. "I'm serious!" She fussed before chasing after him. 

Mick smirked as Coulson shot the them a look of disapproval, then Skye huffed then punched Mick in the shoulder. "Don't worry, I won't show anyone." 

"Good, and you know how good I am at finding things, so you better not post it anywhere," she threatened as they walked into the temple.

After dodging cob webs, crumbling walls, and dangling vines, they reached a dead in where Fitz had pulled out his drones to investigate the small metal box looking thing protruding from the wall. "Sir, I need you and your team to evacuate the site until we determine the risk associated with this object." Coulson said as he tried to point the man back down the path beside Mick and Skye. "Now, it's for your own safety," Coulson urgently insisted standing between Skye and Mick as they watched the drone scanning the strange object. 

"There's nothing about this anywhere! It's amazing!" Skye exclaimed with a beaming smile as she walked over towards the object, looking it over. "I've searched every data stream. What do we have here guys?" She asked reaching out to touch the object. 

Fitz cleared his throat, in an attempt to stop Skye, which had no effect causing him to murmur before speaking clearly; "Hey now, careful! I wouldn't touch it if I were you." 

"The objects placement in fossiliferous rock formation suggests it's been here for at least fifteen hundred years! That predates this temple by a millennium!" Jemma exclaimed, followed by an excited squeal, "Maybe it's alien!" 

"Yeah, but the shape and craftsmanship is off, it's almost German." 

"What do you think, Boss?" Mick asked as Coulson glanced at him. 

"I think you're going to overheat in that coat, although, I'm surprised you still have it after all of these years," Coulson said with a grin.

"It is a little hot, but it's better than the suit and tie look." Mick quipped as Coulson shook his head. 

"I bet he just likes it for the cape feeling." Skye teased as Mick shrugged. She wasn't exactly wrong, it did make him feel pretty cool.

"Oh, by the way, keep the whole powers thing on the down-low. I already spoke with Agent May. We just need to blend in as best we can, and that's hard to do when you have your," Coulson paused for a moment before emphasizing with air quotes, "gifts."

"I'm pretty sure everyone on the team knows about my gifts." Mick stated.

"Not Agent Ward." Fitz blurted as everyone turned towards him. "What? It's true." 

"I'll break it to him later, right now this is our focus," Coulson said sternly before his radio beeped. 

"Sir," Ward said as Coulson pulled the radio off his belt to hear it better. 

"Go."

"We have a situation." Wards voice came through the speaker, slightly exasperated.

"There's lots of rebels in the area." Skye interjected as Coulson shook his head.

"Not enough gunfire. Keep working," he said as he started to turn towards the tunnel. "Protect them," Coulson said, patting Mick's shoulder, before raising his radio, "I'm on my way."

A few moments passed before Fitz gasped, then began poking at his tablet in disbelief. "Are you seeing this? It's alive," his voice sounded just as stunned as his expression.

"Whoa? Like, alive, alive?" Skye questioned as she examined it closer.

"It has a functioning power source," Fitz deduced glancing between the tablet an the object, then frowning at Skye as she rolled her eyes, then stepped away from the wall. 

"Sleepy's reading radionuclides, but they don't match any known isotopes." Jemma said as Mick walked behind her, staring at the screen as if he understood any of the readings. 

"I've got temporal readings, but even then they seem to shift! Is that even possible?" He asked looking over at Jemma. 

"Depends on the shifting of the temporal radio stuff-" Skye started to say, only to be met with confused looks from both Jemma and Fitz, and Mick staring at her curiously as well. "It's totally weird, right?" She tried to smile but Fitz and Jemma both shook their heads, returning their focus to the tablets. 

"I thought you sounded smart for a second there." Mick teased as Skye rolled her eyes.

"Oh hush, I didn't hear you offering anything to the conversation." Skye snapped walking towards the tunnel as Mick laughed. 

"I learned a long time ago, when these two start talking science, it gets over my head quick. So I just try to stand and look pretty." 

"Well, your not doing a good job at it." Skye said pushing Mick aside, so she could leave, only to be blocked by Ward coming inside. 

"We've got company, National Police." Ward said rather stoically. 

"What? Why are they here?" Fitz exclaimed as he and Jemma watched Ward wall right up to the object, looking at it curiously. 

"They heard about the object, and they're probably here to protect it." Ward paused as he leaned closer to the object. "This area has a lot of rebel uprisings." 

"Yeah!" Skye exclaimed, "People are fighting back against the governments mining policies! I think it's pretty cool." 

Ward simply glared at Skye for a brief moment before shaking his head angrily. "Yeah, so cool with all the violence."

"That's not what I mean!" Skye argued as Ward scoffed.

"No, it's just what you're typing when you're in your van, alone, where it's safe," Ward sneered then turned his focus to Fitz. "How much longer?" 

Fitz slumped nervously, as Jemma titled her head curiously, "What's your hurry?" She asked as Ward frowned.

"Are we in danger?" Fitz asked timidly. 

"Not a chance." Mick said placing his hand on Fitz's shoulder. 

"Not if everyone does their jobs." Ward barked, glaring at Skye. "What's yours exactly?" He sneered as the smile she once wore, was replaced with a look of sadness. 

"She's a consultant, just like you." Mick snapped as Skye slumps down next to Jemma. 

"Fine, then what are you here for?" Ward snapped back as Mick tried to fight the urge to bow up to Ward.

"I'm just an extra pair of hands," Mick groaned, leaning down beside Fitz, showing his side arm, and the hilt of his retractable saber attached to his belt. 

"You still have that? Thought for sure it would end up broken by now," Fitz said softly as Mick smirked. 

"I try hard not to break it," Mick admitted patting the hilt.

Everyone was focused until an explosion went off, shaking the temple, causing dust and rocks to fall from the ceiling. "Gunfire, and explosion? They're fighting with the rebels! Let's go!" Ward ordered as he started towards the tunnel, gripping his pistol tightly. "Great, they're coming for it! We need to move!" He insisted as Fitz began to panic as the two drones returned to their operators. 

Mick and Skye jumped in trying to help pack things, only frustrating Fitz due to his preference for particular order. "Look, it doesn't matter!" Skye yelled.

"It does to me!" Fitz yelled back, as Jemma sighed.

"Please, let us do this." She said urgently as Mick and Skye backed away. "We need a containment case for the 0-8-4."

"There's no time!" Ward said in annoyance

"But It has a fluctuating power core, frequencies way above ten exahertz!" Fitz tried to explain, only to be drowned out by another explosion shaking the temple. 

"Sorry, science class is over." Ward said in frustration, then ripped the device out of the wall. 

"You did not just pull that out of the wall! What's the matter with you? Do you not realize the amount of photon emissions coming out of this-" Fitz's voice trailed off as Ward shoved him toward the tunnel. 

"We'll deal with that once we're safe, Buddy." Mick said as he and Ward stood on opposite sides of the tunnel with their side arms in hand.

"Okay, but we don't know what'll happen if it gets excited," Fitz insisted.

"Let's just hope we get that far," Mick said as he and Ward exchanged a nod.

"Stay close." Ward said taking point, with everyone following between him, and Mick.

Ward burst out, firing into the crowd of rebel soldiers, before pulling a strange silver retractable staff with a red button under his finger. "Get down, now!" Ward ordered as Mick got in front of Jemma, Fitz, and Skye, holding his left arm out covering them. Ward them jumped of the steps of the temple, rolling then slammed the staff down, releasing it as the top popped off. He quickly ducked as a blue shockwave emitted from the device, sending all the rebels flying backwards as the waves passed through them. Agent Ward then waved everyone of temple, as Agent May pulled up in the black SUV. Rebels began firing as Skye, Fitz, and Jemma sprinting towards the door, while Mick and Ward provided cover fire.

May took off as fast as the SUV could go, while Ward checked out the rear window, trying to hide his amusement of Skye being squished under Jemma, while Mick tightened his grip on the 0-8-4. "Coulson's secure in the PMP's truck. We should take the south route to the airfield." Ward stayed as May shrugged, then took a hard turn. The road was terribly bumpy, which caused Fitz to attempt to stabilize the machine.

"We need to slow down!" Fitz suggested as both Skye and ward scoffed. "Ward listen, there's a binding energy structure that could overheat!"

"I could just roll down a window!" Jemma exclaimed as she reached for the controls on the door. Bullets ricocheted off the door as a Jeep full of rebels pulled up trying to run the white truck behind them off the path. 

"Do not roll that window down," Skye growled as Jemma slumped down, as well as Fitz. 

"Keep your heads down!" Ward barked as he turned to May, "Go left! Looks like the ravine's empty!"

After some very intense, and rough driving they finally reached the clearing to the airfield with the two jeeps full of rebel soldiers hit on their trail. "Not so cool now are they?" Mick teased as Skye groaned.

"Shut up," she snapped, causing Ward to crack a smile. 

"How fast can we be wheels up?" Ward asked as May shot him smug glance. 

"Fast enough!" May exclaimed as she tapped a few buttons on the screen, causing the ramp to open slowly. "You two give us cover fire!" May said as the SUV bounced hard onto the ramp before she slammed on the brakes.

"On it!" Mick and Ward said together, diving out of the passenger doors.

"You take right, I'll take left." Ward ordered as Mick nodded, running in front of the SUV as Ward drew the enemy fire. Once in position, Ward signaled May and the rest of team climb out running for cover towards the lounge. 

"What about Coulson?" Skye asked pausing to turn to Ward, who was standing beside the lift controls of the ramp. 

"Just get inside! You're in the line of fire!" Ward snapped as Skye frowned before running to the door. 

"What's the plan Ward?" Mick called out, narrowly ducking out of the way of bullets. 

"We hope Coulson makes it in on time!" Ward said as Mick leaned against the frame, his heart racing wildly before returning fire. 

"There they are!" Mick exclaimed, providing cover fire, as he watched Coulson and a team of camouflage wearing soldiers to slip in as the ramp began to close. 

"Cutting it pretty close, Sir." Ward said as Coulson climbed out of the car.

"Couldn't leave anyone behind."

The Bus lurched as it began bouncing around for take off, while the soldiers filed into the lounge behind Camilla, as Coulson paused seeing his team huddled around Fitz, who was staring at the 0-8-4 nervously. "What now?" Ward snapped as Fitz but his lip. 

"As I said before, this device has a high-frequency, fluctuating, sub-material compression –" Fitz tried to explain, only to have Ward glare angrily.

"Fitz, English," Ward snapped as Fitz sighed.

"The 0-8-4 is fueled by Tesseract technology. You know, Hydra, World War II, Captain America," he explained as Skye walked around nervously. "It's full of lethal amounts of gamma radiation."

Ward seemed taken back by Fitz's response, unable to hide his concern, "Gamma? So you're saying its nuclear?"

"No. He's saying it's much, much worse." Coulson said as everyone stared at the device, before backing away slowly. 

"Who's going to volunteer to move it to the lab?" Coulson teased, before walking into the lab. 

"Lead the way." Mick said as he lifted the device.

Once inside the lab, Mick followed Jemma to the table setting the device down, for her to get a better look at it. "Not to worry, the device is stable," Jemma said, attempting to calm Skye's nerves. "Not that it couldn't explode at any minute, especially if hit with machine gun fire. But, things like this happen from time to time when in the field, and at first, it's very unpleasant, and you regret your decision to leave the lab at all." Jemma then trailed off as Fitz walked into the lab arguing with Ward. 

"I did explain in great detail, exactly what I meant using the Queen's bloody English!" Fitz fussed as Ward rolled his eyes, before walking following Fitz around the table.

"I use normal English. Words like duck or run, and might blow us to pieces," Ward growler as Fitz shook his head.

"Oh! Well congratulations, Agent Ward. You managed to string three words together in a sentence." Fitz snapped as Mick stepped between them.

"Enough, we need to focus on this thing." Mick said on for Ward to shove him out of the way, getting in Fitz's face as the two began to yell at each other, while being louder than the other. Mick threw his hands up, and began stalking towards the door as Coulson stepped in. 

"Do we have a problem?" The anger in his tone matched the disappointment on his face.

"No, sir," Ward paused taking in a deep breath before facing Coulson. "Just working on our communication. Not everyone was prepared for a firefight." He then turned as if he were pointing at Fitz, Simmons and Skye before looking back at Coulson.

"We got out, didn't lose anyone, saved a few of theirs, I'd say we did all right. Anything else?" The anger in Coulson's voice was still seething, only met by Skye raising her hand as if he really meant for anyone to speak.

"Uh, yeah. I have got a small question. Because I've been feeling like the tagalong hayseed rookie, but now I get the sense that Ward hates trench coat over here, doesn't know which one is Simmons and which one's Fitz, and they've seen even less gunfire than me! I'm not rocket scientist, but is this your first mission together?" Skye's voice was just as annoyed as Coulson's. 

"No, of course not. It's our second." Jemma pipped up from the other side of the lab.

"I was your first? That's sweet," Skye snapped.

"You're amused?" Ward stared sarcastically as Skye huffed.

"I'm terrified. I am in way over my head, but I have been on this team just as long as any of you. I might as well be Team Captain," she said bitterly. Jemma then scoffed, turning back to the cabinet she had been standing by, as Fitz shot a look at Ward, and then Mick, who shook his head in silence. "I was joking, but maybe that's not a bad idea, because these guys do not like each other much."

"This isn't about that," Ward growled turning his eyes back to Coulson, "I'm a specialist. Today, I could have eliminated the enemy threat myself if I was working alone. But, I had non-combat ready agents –"

"No, you're an ego toting want to be bad-" Mick interrupted as Coulson shot him a look that silenced him before finishing his statement, then slumped back against the wall grimacing.

Jemma then walked around the lab standing by Fitz, as he and Mick clearly had the same thought. "So typical. Who do you think designs your equipment?" She barked, giving Fitz a little more courage.

"Or the polymers for your weaponry?" He then asked, as Ward simply stared at them unamused.Skye then walked around the table, standing between Mick and Coulson, as tensions continued to rise. "People like us do it," Fitz said as Ward stood defensively, starting to puff his chest out.

"Try going into the field with just your bare bum Mr. Ego," Jemma said sparkly as Skye leaned over to Coulson saying something softly.

"You're not wrong. We still need to iron out the kinks." Coulson said loudly causing everyone else to fall silent. "But, Ward, you can speak six languages, Simmons, you have two PhDs in fields I can't pronounce, and Fitz, you are a rocket scientist. Mick, is well, Mick. So work it out," Coulson said before turning at leaving everyone in the lab in disbelief. 

"I- I'm – I'm good at stuff too," Skye said trying to feel important as the door slid shut behind Coulson. Ward took the moment of silence to follow suit. 

"Don't take it too hard." Mick said, only to be ignored by Skye as she stomped out of the lab. 

"You gonna leave us to?" Fitz asked as Mick shook his head.

"You know I'm not good at this stuff, but I'll stay if you guys want me to," Mick said as Jemma faked a smile. 

"You look like you could use some rest, maybe loose the coat for a bit." Jemma said as Mick nodded, taking the hint.

Mick walked down the spiral stairs down to the second floor, then over to his bunk, as the soldiers sprawled across the lounge seemed to watch his every movement. He slid out of the coat, folding it, then laying it in the drawer the pulled out from under the bed, then disarmed. He brushed his hands across his face, then up through his hair as he exhaled heavily, griping his fingers into his skull. "Is this going to be what it's like working with S.H.I.E.L.D. again? If so, I'm going back to my solo act, so much less stress," He said aloud only to hear Skye chuckle behind him. He turned to see her leaning against Jemma's bunk shaking her head.

"Ready to throw in the towel already? Not much of a team player then?" She teased as Mick frowned.

"It's not that, I just don't understand what Coulson was thinking putting a team like this together. I mean, Jemma and Fitz are great, even though Fitz doesn't really like being in the field. Ward, well, I shouldn't talk about him, I don't have anything nice to say at the moment. May, she's nice, but doesn't seem to want to be here either," Mick said as he leaned against his bunk.

"You seem to have some history with Simmons and Fitz, even Coulson. What happened there?" Skye asked as Mick frowned. 

"I worked under Coulson a good bit after I got my powers, went to the Academy with Fitz and Simmons, things happened, I ended up in deep cover, heard Coulson was KIA, lost myself, and then walked away from S.H.I.E.L.D. Moved across the country to become the trench coat wearing, web shooting vigilante that you kept trying to expose."

"Look, the world needed to know about guys like you."

"No, the world needs to know about guys like the Avengers. Guys like me are just extra's, helping people on a much smaller scale," Mick said solemnly.

"Yeah, but look how much you helped Los Angeles in the year you had been there," Skye insisted as Mick grimaced.

"I caused a turf war between three gangs when I got two of the head guys off the street, almost got two cops killed for just talking to me, but that sounds like a lot of good," he said sarcastically.

"When you look at only the bad parts, anything sounds bad. You ended up taking down the three gangs, you've saved countless people from muggings, stopped burglars, and that's only the stuff I reported on." Skye said optimistically, only to be met by Mick shaking his head once again. "I'm going to have a drink, you're welcome to come if you want." Skye said, turning her focus toward the bar in the lounge.

"Maybe later," Mick said as he watched her walk away.

Mick pulled the silver chain out from under his shirt, staring at the small golden ring, with the pair shaped diamond. "Am I really doing the right thing, Sam? I just don't know anymore." He whispered clutching the ring in his right hand, as a strange sense of danger washed over him. He started to turn around, as an arm wrapped around his neck. He struggled for a moment, before turning enough then slamming his assailant into the wall of his bunk, causing him to release his grip. Before Mick could react, he heard glass shatter, then rushed into the lounge, only to be met by Ward slamming a soldier to the ground. Coulson stood at the bottom of the spiral stairs, staring bitterly at Camilla, while Fitz and Jemma could be seen on screen, with a knife pointed at Fitz's throat. 

"We were allies. We had history. When did you decide to throw that away?" Coulson asked, staring at Camilla, his anger mixed with disbelief.

Her face no longer having her pleasant smiles or flirty eyes, replaced with malice and aggression. "As soon as I saw your team," Camilla stared, her face full of determination and deception. Coulson then looked over his team, seeing Skye now captive, Simmons terrified as she watched Fitz being held hostage, while both Ward and Mick's eyes were glued to him waiting for a call.

"Stand down." Coulson said reluctantly as Ward stood up from the man he had punched out, placing his hands in the air behind his head, with Mick following suit.

Within moments, Ward, Mick, and Skye all had zip ties wrapped around their hands, and were lead down into the cargo hold, meeting up with Fitz, Jemma, and the unconscious agent May. Everyone stuck in a line against the hatch. "This is all my fault. I should've learned Kung Fu." Fitz said full of disappointment.

"Oh, yeah. Sure that would really have helped," Jemma said sarcastically. "I shouldn't have pushed you back into the field in the first place. You weren't ready." Jemma said sympathetically

"It was job to make a proper threat assessment." Ward said bitterly, as Mick groaned.

"This wouldn't have happened if Agent May wasn't on the stick," Skye said confidently as Jemma shot her a very skeptical look, before looking at Mick expectantly. "She would've busted out some of her ninja know-how."

"Agent May? No. No, no, she transferred from administration." Fitz exclaimed as Mick smirked.

"No, I've seen her in action too, she's real good," Mick admitted as Ward let out a heavy sigh. 

"You've heard of The Cavalry?" Ward asked reluctantly.

"Yeah!" Fitz and Jemma said together. 

"Everyone at the Academy talked about," Fitz paused as the revelation hit both him and Jemma together. 

"She's the Calvary?" The two questioned simultaneously as May groaned.

"I told you never call me that." She said groggily trying to sit up. 

"Well, this has been a fun history lesson, but I think it's time to take back our ship, now that everyone is awake." Mick said fidgeting around a bit, bumping into Ward, before gritting his teeth and frowning. 

"And just how do you plan to do that?" Ward asked trying to lean away from Mick, as Simmons giggled. 

"Well, we can't go through the doors. They're bolted, tied to the pressurization lines. You two geniuses have nothing?" May asked as she managed to sit up. Fitz and Jemma shared a brief look, before shrugging.

"It's hard to concentrate in these intense situations." Fitz said as everyone stared at him.

"Hey, don't freeze up. Take a breath. You don't need to come up with the whole solution." Ward said, sounding sympathetically, then leaning away from the still squirming Mick he said, "Just a part of it, right?" Causing Skye to smile and nod.

"Pieces solving a puzzle," Skye said admiringly.

"Great, now we just need a plan," Mick said as Ward smirked.

"If we could use the device to set off an explosion, we could take out all of Camilla's guys," Ward suggested as Jemma leaned forward shooting a look of dissatisfaction.

"Well, that's clearly the worst idea I've heard yet," Jemma stated bluntly.

"But, it could work," Skye said watching Ward. 

"Camilla Reyes is gonna kill us the minute we land, regardless, and blame it on rebels. This way we have a fighting chance. I'll take it," Ward said stoically, then turning to Fitz as May began to squirm. "What's first?" 

"We can't get prepared without going in the lab," Fitz stated.

"And the only way to release the lab doors is from upstairs," Jemma followed. 

"The first thing is we're tied to the cargo door, so unless," Skye stared, only to be cut off by Mick.

"Got it!" He exclaimed followed by a lout pop, then he slid his wrists forward as Everyone stared. 

"It's about time!" Jemma exclaimed as Mick shook his head, leaving Ward staring at him puzzled.

"I didn't want to ruin your bonding moment." Mick said before turning his sights on the soldier walking on the catwalk. He shook his wrists as he stood up, turning to Fitz and Jemma who were both smiling. With a wink he flung his right arm forward, a web line shot out of his wrist, hitting the soldier directly in the face muffling his voice as he tried to call for help. Mick then jerked the line, flipping the guy over the guard rail, crashing on the ground between Lola and the SUV. Mick then walked over to the unconscious soldier, pulling a knife from his belt, as Ward stared in disbelief at what he just saw. 

"Wait, you have powers?" He said exasperated.

"Yeah, you never heard of the Recluse?" Fitz asked with a grin.

"Yeah, but I thought it was just a ruse." Ward said as he continued to watch Mick carefully, as he cut the ties off of everyone's wrists. 

"So you had a superhero name, and you let me call the Black Coat Hero?" Skye said as she rubbed her wrists. 

"Eh, kept you out of trouble as well as me." Mick said as Jemma huffed him after being set free. 

"This is just a lot to take in." Ward groaned as May helped him up. 

"At least you didn't find out by being drug up a building." May teased as Mick smirked. 

"Now that we're all free how do we open the doors?" Ward asked staring at Mick expectantly.

"Oh, yeah, no, I don't really have super strength, just stronger than I look."

"We could smash the glass." May suggested as she walked over to the SUV, leaving everyone else in the huddle, debating on how. "You guys talk to much," she said before revving the engine. Ward pulled Fitz and Skye as Mick grabbed Jemma pulling them out of the path of the SUV just before it slammed into the glass doors.

Everyone quickly sprung into action, Jemma removing the duct cover as Fitz pulled out one of his drones. Ward and Skye searched the lab for anything to tie down with. While Mick stood guard, and May slipped out of the glass door on her own. 

Once Fitz had the drone in place everyone made their way to the catwalk, then he turned to Jemma, "Forget what I said before, this is the moment we'll regret." With those words the tablet began to beep, followed by a loud explosion that shook the Bus. 

"The drop in cabin pressure released the doors!" Jemma exclaimed as Ward took point, with Mick on his heels. 

"We'll handle the soldiers, you guys take care of the 0-8-4," Ward commanded.

"What about Coulson?" Fitz asked as Mick shrugged.

"We hope he's okay! Besides, he can handle himself." Mick said as Ward nodded, pulling the door open. Soldiers began to open fire as Ward pushed forward, struggling to keep his balance and fight off the nearby soldier. Mick then jumped into the fray, webbing the face of one soldier, jerking him into a table, causing him to drop his gun. 

"Go now!" Ward ordered as a soldier jumped on Mick's back, causing him to almost web Ward instead of the hole in the cabin. Mick slammed his elbow into the soldier, cracking one of his ribs, leaving him staggering backwards, then falling down and being sucked towards the opening. Mick quickly shot webs pinning the soldier to the ground before seeing one holding on to the rope wrapped around Fitz and Simmons. Fitz quickly cut the rope, sending the soldier flying backwards, crashing into Ward, causing him to lose his balance. Without hesitation, Mick shot a web line at Ward, catching him, as a raft inflated flying just beside him, plugging the hole. 

With a sigh of relief, everyone walked over through the mess to the bar, joining Coulson, who seemed impressed. "I read the safety pamphlet," Skye said smiling at Ward.

"I think you may be the first," He said gratefully before turning to Mick. "And thank you too." 

"We're a team, it's what we do," Mick said as they shook hands and nodded.

"No other way in, huh?" Coulson stared staring at Jemma, while pulling out a glass and setting it on the glass countertop. "I was just starting to warm up to this place," he said looking at the damaged lounge, as Skye reached under the counter pulling out a coaster then placing it under Coulson's glass with a grin.

"The 0-8-4 is cooling and stable. But we should call H.Q. and get it to the Slingshot as soon as possible." Fitz said breathing slowly trying to calm down. 

Coulson then turned back the spiral staircase, looking down at the base where he left a tied up Camilla, "I told you they were good," he said smugly as the team chuckled.

It wasn't long before they arrived at the Slingshot, then agents poured in, handcuffing Camilla and her soldiers, then a team took the 0-8-4, followed by an evaluation crew to assess the damage to the Bus. Mick stayed by Fitz and Simmons as the began to pack an ice-chest full of ice and various drinks that weren't broken in the struggle. "Do you think that's enough?" Jemma asked as Fitz struggled to life the ice-chest. 

"Let me carry that, unless your goal is to break the rest of the drinks."' Mick teased as Fitz shook his head and Jemma chuckled.

"I'm surprised at how well today went!" Jemma said as Fitz shook his head before walking down the stairs.

"We blew up a plane," Fitz exclaimed.

"I had a new experience." Jemma said happily.

"Yeah, it was pretty fun." Mick admitted as they walked to the edge of the ramp.

Fitz turned towards May and Ward who were watching Skye and Coulson walking around his Corvette."Hey, come on. You guys don't want to miss this," he said as everyone began to join them."So, it'll take about 180 days to reach the sun. Now, yes, of course, it would have been faster if they'd use hydrogen-fueled APUs, but they're having fun," he then explained as Ward sat down beside him, and May beside Jemma, watching the sun son the horizon.

Jemma then reached for the cooler as Mick backed out of the way.

"How many of those have you guys had?" Skye asked with a smirk taking a drink for herself. 

"Skye, it's important, when in the field, to unwind from time to time," Jemma teased.

"Yeah, yeah, especially after a hard day of everyone almost dying," Fitz added.

Coulson then walked up, standing between Skye and Mick. "Which doesn't happen every day, right? It's an anomaly, an irregularity. Not, the norm." Jemma said enthusiastically, before noticing Coulson behind her.

"Speaking of "not the norm" whose idea was it to blow a hole in the plane?" He asked as everyone fell silent 

"May said that the doors were tied to the pressurization so I thought," Skye started to explain.

"So we thought it was the only way to release them," Jemma interrupted. 

"It was everyone's idea, sir." Ward said with a grin. 

"Worked out quite well surprisingly." Mick admitted.

"Yeah, quite genius, really." Fitz added as Coulson nodded with a smirk.

"Nice work." Coulson said proudly.

A voice from a loudspeaker echoed in the distance "All clear for liftoff." 

"Oh, time for blastoff," Fitz said in excitement, before grabbing his nose using it to give him a funny sound. "Launching in, three, two, one." As he said one a large cloud of smoke appeared on the horizon, followed by a small rocket. Everyone looked on, admiring the launch and the sunset.

"Huh, you're right, I'm glad I didn't miss this." Mick said patting Fitz on the shoulders, before turning back to Coulson smiling.

"The trajectory will take it beyond the Lagrange Point so that it doesn't hit Herschel," Fitz said.

"And there haven't been any coronal mass ejections, so it shouldn't lose telemetry," Jemma explained as Ward laughed.

"Guys, English." Ward teased, as he patted Fitz on the back and they laughed.