Darcy fiddled with the tops of her stockings beneath her skirt, trying to straighten her garter belt without looking obvious about it. Unfortunately it seemed like a list cause.

She gave up when the door opened, one of the other scientists joining her. This whole quarterly review thing was a sham, sure, but at least it got her out of the lab.

"You must be Leo," she said, it finally clicking. He wasn’t nearly old enough to be anyone else and have security clearance for this sector of R&D. Leaning over, she offered him a hand to shake — because that was what professionals did, right?

Oh so she's Dr. Foster's lab assistant. He really needs to get himself one of those, or just train up a couple of monkeys. It would make life so much easier. 

Fitz stops to shout at Ward. They could just have thrown it in the incinerator later, if Ward didn’t. It’s still in the trash bag, after all, and if Fitz didn’t want to go anywhere near it, Skye could have easily taken care of it.

Fitz stops in the middle of the hallway. “Nah, we don’t need anything. It’ll be fine.” She gives Fitz a smile and a quick peck on the cheek. “Calm down. Nothing’s going to go wrong.” She pulls away and heads to the end of the hall, leaning against the wall and looking around, to make sure that Coulson isn’t coming back.

The thing Ward has noticed with Coulson is that, while yes, he’s dangerous and intimidating, he also has the tiniest sense of humor. You have to stretch a bit to get to it, and it’s a bit dry, but, as far as Ward can tell, it’s there.

Of course, finding a fish on his desk won’t exactly be funny. Still, Ward is sure that, if he’s caught, he find a way to get out of it in the long run. For now though, he crosses the room, grabbing the trashbag with the fish in it and rolling it up into a bundle, tucking it under his arm and turning back toward the door.

Of course, to fuck with the other two, he checks his watch, taking a full minute before opening the door again and walking out, pulling it closed behind him. He gives a brief wave to Fitz, still in the middle of the hall, before heading back to his office and rolling his eyes.

Fitz is constantly looking at his watch and then at the door and repeating it over again. Ward is taking an unnecessarily long amount of time, and it has Fitz worried. What if Coulson has already found the fish? No amount of bullshitting would work if that had already happened. 

But when Ward finally comes out, Fitz sighs. He turns to Skye and waves before going after Ward.

"Uh no, it's okay. I wouldn't want to do that anyway," Fitz tells Natasha. Fitz knows he has the worst luck ever, and given that he'd probably get some painful revenge if he tried to shut Natasha up. "And I got the metaphor, it's alright." 

Now just to get it up and out of the way before anyone stops to ask questions. 

Jane glanced around the lab area that had been provided for her. It was definitely better than the put together one she’d had before. Of course, that didn’t really mean anything since any lab looked better than that one.

She stepped further into the room, almost smiling to herself as she did. She hipchecked one of the lab tables, noting that these ones weren’t on wheels either. Even better. Of course, that lab wasn’t hers and hers alone – at least, she didn’t think it was – but she was still eager to get started.

For the time being though, she’d have to set up her area. All the labs she’d ever used had one. This would be no exception. She’d asked nicely and managed to get permission to have a couch put in her lab and she moved over to it now, dropping her bag on the floor and jamming it into the crook between the couch and the wall, just below the armrest.

But when he gets to the lab, Dr Foster is sitting there on the couch grinning at him. 

Okay Leo, remain calm.

"You could always try the Hulk room. Obviously, it's a little inconvenient if the Hulk needs it, but it's always there." It's an off-handed comment, but Fitz doesn't really know what to say. If he helps Skye there is always the chance that he could trigger his own heat, and the thought of an unplanned heat is already making his stomach swirl.

Skye pushes off the - empty - table that she’s leaning against and heads for the door. “We can hang out in my apartment,” She tells them, “I cleaned it earlier today, and we can play cards or something.” Skye tells them, trying to think of where she put her deck of cards. She hadn’t played any card games in ages, and she was pretty sure that Fitz was the kind to count cards, but it could be fun.

"Um..." There was a pause as the words roll around in his head and he tries to pick the order of them and recites them a couple of times in his head to make sure that he doesn't stutter as he says them. "Why don't we just go grab some popcorn and play a game of Cards Against Humanity?"

"Sweet," she cheers and casually tucks her hip next to Skye.  "And all y’all don’t hafta worry, I know the drill: no touchie."  She holds her hands up, waggling her fingers as if in demonstration.  

He completely ignores the comment on how Agent Romanoff and Skye met because that was just... Wrong on so many levels. He really didn't want to think of Coulson like that at all. In fact, he wished he could remove that mental image because it was just one that he could do without. 

Flash was fine doing assists with groups on missions. Sometimes you needed the help of an alien symbiote with Spider-man powers and then some. So Coulson asked him to help out his team, even getting to ride on the fabled ‘Bus.’ What he hadn’t expected but didn’t really complain over was he also had to help out with a training exercise. How to handle a dangerous stowaway on the plane.

Coulson had informed the team that they would be working with on of the Avengers, just not which one and when they would meet up. While the bus was parked in the hanger, waiting for take off, Venom attached himself to the roof and slipped inside, making his way along the ceiling and ducking out of sight of the group. He had settled himself in a dark corner until they were well up in the air and on their way.

What he couldn’t figure out was who had stolen the remote. He was in the lounge, a bottle of water on the coffee table in front of him, digging around for the remote.

Normally that was the quickest and easiest thing that needed to be done during pre-mission, but with Simmons gone it ended up taking longer than needed. By the time he was finished, he realised that he probably wouldn't have time to tweak the bots like he had hoped. 

He's was about to start making some extra charges for the ICE weapons - whilst the others charged - when he realised that he'd left something upstairs. He's only gone for maybe ten minutes, but when he came back, several charges were missing. 

He frowned and recounted all the charges he could see. Yeah, definitely missing at least 2 of them, and there were nowhere to be seen. Normally he'd blame Simmons, but she wasn't even there. Which only left Skye and Ward.

"Either, or, I don’t care. One of you go watch, the other stand nearby. Do not blow absolutely anything.” And okay, he didn’t mean for that to sound quite like that, but he wasn’t taking it back.

"My plan will work wonderfully as long as I’m the one leading it, don’t worry. Just be a little more confident in me, kay?" He smirked, leveling his gaze at Fitz for just a moment before waving the two off down the hall.

He stops walking and turns around to look back to where Ward is. "Ward! You need to put the package in the incinerator!" He shouts over to him, and gives him a quick smile and a thumbs up. It'd be such a shame to go through all this trouble just to end up with the fish back in his possession. 

"Okay, so I'll stay here," he tells Skye as they reach the middle of the corridor. "And you go down to the end, right?" There's a little uncertainty in his voice. "Should we have a codeword or a hand signal incase something goes wrong?"