Providence

The radio in the hanger was no longer playing music, instead it was repeating the same news broadcast on every station, SHIELD had fallen. The differences were in how the news was spread. Some talked about the massive injury count and fatalities from the fall of the three helicarriers at the Triskelion facility. Some spun the script bragging about Captain America's involvement, something that was normally kept from the public ear. Some many of the remnant agents were disheartened, it was worse for those who couldn't get in contact with friends or family members who were also in SHIELD. 

"If I see another freaking hole in this jet I'm going to lose my mind!" Mick fussed as he climbed off the bench, grateful that he wasn't having to weld, just re-insulate the Bus. 

"It can't be that bad," Jemma said walking up with a glass of lemonade. "At least you aren't doing the wiring." 

"Yeah, poor Fitz," Mick sighed. "How much more does he have?" 

"Not sure," she said. "Have you heard from your old friends?" 

"Not yet," Mick frowned. "Any news from Ward?" 

"Not that I've heard," Jemma sighed. "It is a pretty long flight from here." 

"That's assuming that the Fridge hasn't fallen too," Mick grunted as Jemma looked down. 

"I believe that's what Skye was looking into," she said as Mick shook his head. "She's been quite a nervous wreck since Ward left. It's quite cute." 

Mick finished his drink as the two shared an awkward smile, then she returned to the lab to continue her inventory assessment. He quickly followed as he needed a break, and maybe checking up on Fitz could calm his mind. Sparks fell from above, where Trip was working, which caused Mick to flinch. 

"Decided to join the party?" Fitz stated flatly as his eyes went from Mick toward Agent Triplett. 

"I needed a break from all of the insulation," Mick grumbled as he sat down on the edge of the ramp. 

"Want to switch?" Fitz frowned as he finished setting a wire. 

"Have you replaced the ground wires yet?" Jemma walked by with a cheeky grin as she brought a box that jingled with every step out of the Bus. 

"No," Fitz rolled his eyes. "I don't have enough time! Coulson wants the ramp finished by sundown. Rather, ordered it." 

"Really? Do you want me to help here then?" Mick asked as Fitz huffed as he looked up a Mick. 

"Do those orders really count though?" Jemma asked as she paused watching Fitz work. "SHIELD is in shambles, Fury is dead," she sighed. "Doesn't that mean all of this should is simply requested?"

"I guess that's one way of looking at it," Mick shrugged. 

"Either way it doesn't matter. Request, order, job needs to be done," Fitz muttered. "Simmons I need that Stator!" 

"Certainly enjoy giving orders don't you," Jemma groaned as she walked over to the table, bringing back the small electrical piece. "Can you help me move a few of these boxes?" She looked at Mick. 

"You good?" Mick asked only for Fitz to wave him away. "Alright." 

"Is it just me, or is he a bit tosser?" She glanced at Mick as she slid the door closed. 

"Tosser?" Mick repeated, very confused. 

Jemma muttered in her annoyance then huffed. "He seemed a bit grumpy."

"Close," Jemma shook her head. "I forget that we have differing dialects. Fitz usually just follows without any issues." She began rambling as she stuffed broken tools and glasses into a cardboard box. 

"What's bothering you Jemma?" Mick placed a hand on her shoulder. 

"All of it!" She stated. "The whole world now sees us as terrorist, everything we worked for was ruined, and," her voiced trailed.

"I get it," Mick finished as she turned to him, clutching his shirt as she leaned her head on his shoulder. "I'm worried about the others too. Maybe reclaiming the bases are on Coulson's todo list?"

"I appreciate how collected you're trying to be," Jemma said as she spun back around. "Can you bring this box out? I don't want anyone to see me like this." 

"Yeah," Mick smiled. 

"Starting the servo drive!" Fitz called out, then glanced up seeing Mick near the switch. "Go ahead and flip that will you!" 

Mick shrugged then flipped the switch as Trip climbed down the ladder as sparks shot out in all directions from where Fitz was. "Turn it off!" Fitz screamed. "Turn the bloody thing off!" 

Trip started chucking as he flipped the switch for Mick as he rebalanced the box in hi s hands. "Guess you didn't replace the ground wires?"

"Oh hush!" Fitz barked as he slammed a few tools on the table beside him. "It's one thing for Jemma to mock me, but you!" He glared at Trip, who seemed quite taken back. 

"Come on buddy," Mick in a soft manner. 

"Oh don't you buddy me! Why don't you fix the daft thing your bloody selves!" Fitz barked as he stormed off. 

Mick quickly tossed the box down and followed Fitz to the outside of the hanger. "Hey, what's your deal?" 

"I thought I could take seeing her happy with you," Fitz growled. "Apparently I was wrong about that too." 

"I figured that had something to do with it," Mick sighed as Fitz slumped against the wall, Mick casually joining him. "That's why I didn't want to do this." 

"But you did," Fitz snapped. "She's happier for it, but it leaves me all alone." 

"What do you want me to do?" Mick frowned. 

"I don't know," Fitz huffed. 

"Eventually you're going to have to tell her how you feel," Mick grimaced. 

"Oh, like you did with Skye?" Fitz snapped. "Sorry that was uncalled for." 

"No, you're right," Mick looked up. "I didn't tell her and now she's with Ward and I'm with Jemma." 

"Are you happy though?" Fitz asked as he glanced over at Mick who had a contemplative expression. 

"In some ways," Mick admitted. "I still don't like seeing Ward and Skye together. I don't think I ever will though."

"So you'll forgive me if I don't hang around when you're hause," Mick shrugged as Fitz pondered Mick's confused expression. 

"You and Jemma with your weird words," Mick smiled. 

"What did she say?" Fitz looked at Mick with a smirk. 

"Toss or something like that," Mick shrugged. 

"Tosser?" Fitz asked as his expression changed to more of a scowl.

"And if I said yes?" Mick was quite cautious. 

"Did she call me a bloody Tosser?" 

"No?" Mick lied. "She was talking about Trip?" 

"Ey," Fitz smiled. "He is a bit of an arse." Mick chuckled, that one he actually knew.

Repairs continued to run smoothly, or at least as smooth as they could now that Coulson had enacted Odyssey Protocol. Several agents took that as their means to escape, while more chose to stay and surrender to a the new government spokesmen, General Glenn Talbot. One good thing that came from it, those who were staying chose to help with repairs rather than man their stations so that those fleeing had an opportunity. 

It took a few hours of moving the little bit of supplies they could, but the Bus was ready to flee, at least for a few days trip. The problem was, no one knew where this trip was heading, possibly not even Coulson. 

"Supplies are on board, or at least what was left of them," Jemma noted to Agent May as she nodded, heading off toward the cockpit with an grumpier than usual scowl. 

"What's with her?" Mick asked as both Fitz and Simmons shrugged. 

"So you guys are good to go," Trip said walking up to Coulson who paused at the spiral stairs leading above the lab. 

"Thanks for that, I appreciate it," Coulson said as he started to turn. 

"Enough to give me a bunk?" Trip asked as Coulson turned back toward him. "I mean, you're down a specialist, and being that I'm also a specialist." 

"You're not coming with us," Coulson stated firmly. "You're free to grab one of the remaining vehicles and leave though." 

"Why can't I come with you?" Trip asked as Coulson seemed flustered. 

"A few reasons really, one of which had you side by side with a man who tried multiple times to wipe out my team, and is a known member of Hydra," Coulson said flatly. 

"Garrett fooled me too. He killed good friends of mine," Trip argued as Coulson seemed to be having none of it. 

Jemma quickly ran over to Coulson, with Mick trailing behind her. 

"Sir, I believe Agent Triplett should come with us," she stated as Coulson raised his brow at her. 

"Noted," Coulson said turning back to the stairs. "However, this isn't really a democracy."

"Isn't it?" Jemma popped off. "Given our current situation, I believe we should all have a say in this." Even Jemma seemed surprised to have stood up to Coulson. 

"I will say he fought beside me as we took on Hydra here at the Hub," Mick added as Coulson's face shifted from annoyed to considering, back to annoyed. 

"Fine," Coulson snapped fiercely. "If he makes one wrong move, the three of you are gone. Got that?" The three nodded as Coulson stormed up the stairs before anyone to stop him again.

"That was nerve wrecking," Jemma sighed. 

"I didn't think you had a fire in you," Trip smirked. 

"She's got a temper," Mick teased as Jemma glared. "Let me show you to your bunk." Mick nodded at Fitz discreetly as if he asked a question, only for him to roll his eyes and sulk away from the window. 

It didn't take long for Trip to make himself comfortable, to which Coulson sent him back to the hangar to do a full sweep of the lines, which gave Mick time to go check in with Skye. 

He walked into mission control as Skye was grumbling about the destruction while tinkering under the holotable. "Need some help?" 

"Yeah," she moaned. "See if you can reach these blue wires." 

Mick knelt down, looking at the nest of wires in in the leg of the table, dumbfounded as to how any of it worked at all. "Blue?" He asked seeing several different blue wires, one bright, one with black stripes, one solid but dark, a few that were severed and burned. "There's a lot of blue down here."

"Yeah, but you'd know the one I'm taking about!" Skye barked. 

"I'm assuming one of these severed ones?" 

"Yeah! Now match them up and splice them together!" Skye demanded as Mick was glad she couldn't see his eye roll. 

"I thought that the stragglers were supposed to check this stuff before we left," Mick grumbled. 

"They were only making sure we were operational. This isn't completely necessary, but it is super helpful," Skye said tapping on the table as Mick began tying the wires together. 

"I'm going to need you to elaborate, cause if this is something stupid, I quit," Mick growled after accidentally shocking himself. 

"It's going to get our internet back," Skye said gleefully. 

"Seriously?" Mick huffed. 

"Would you rather us just head around blind and aimlessly?" Skye leaned down seeing Mick's disapproving scowl. "Didn't think so." She teased pushing off on his knees as she stood up. "How's MickSimmons doing?" 

He started to stand up, smacking his head on the bottom of the table groaning and grumbling in his frustration. "We're fine, I guess?" He winced as Skye looked down at him amused at his pain. 

"You guess? How do you now know if your relationship is good or not?" Skye asked as Mick frowned.

"Given the fact that Jemma and I just started a relationship just before Hydra took over SHIELD," Mick said as Skye's eyes widened. "What?" 

"So you guys haven't even had a first date! Did you kiss, please tell me you at least kissed!" Skye was way too eager for Mick's preference. 

"Isn't there a rule about don't kiss and tell?" 

"Uh, that only applies to other things, and I'm sure Simmons will tell me all about it since you're such a killjoy!" Skye looked up to see the screen read connection established. "At least you're good for something!" 

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means we're connected. Now to reconnect the WiFi," she cheered. 

"So you don't need me to mess with any more wires?" Mick was relieved to see her shake her head no. 

"Please give me a good report," Coulson walked in exasperated.

"We have internet," Skye said proudly. 

"Oh boy," Coulson's sarcasm was radiant. 

"The WiFi is rebooting now, but it looks like everything that requires HQ servers is gone," she said as Coulson grimaced. 

"It's better than nothing," he sighed. "I need you two to find anything, photos, records, information, everything that shows we exist, and erase it." 

"That's a bit drastic isn't it?" Mick asked as Coulson's exhausted expression shifted to frustration. 

"I mean, it's a very nuclear option, surely there's another option," Skye said as Coulson shook his head. 

"Every government agency has SHIELD labeled a terrorist group thanks to Hydra. SHIELD info was leaked to the public, which has our personal information," Coulson ask as Mick began to realize just how bad things really were. 

"What about the other agents?" Mick asked as Coulson shrugged.

"Hopefully they're good at hiding until we can get everything back in order," Coulson seemed distraught. 

"You know if we do this, there's no going back," Skye said somberly. "We'll be ghosts. Not agents of SHIELD, just agents of," she sighed. "Nothing." 

Coulson turned away, leaving without another word. "No turning back now," Skye sighed. 

"I just hope this is the right move," Mick sighed. 

"Maybe we should let everyone know before we erase them, just in case," Skye said cautiously. 

"Yeah, especially since Jemma and Fitz's families might freak if they just vanish," Mick said as Skye half smiled. 

"Guess that's one good thing about not having a family, no one to realize you're missing," Skye shrugged. 

"It has its perks I guess," Mick grimaced. "Feel free to erase me first, it'll be nice if everyone forgets about Recluse and Mick Bellouve." 

"See you on the other side," Skye smiled reaching up to high-five Mick, which he did reluctantly, then he set off toward the lab.

"Do we even get to let anyone know?" Jemma grumbled.

"No," Mick frowned. "Once General Talbot and the army arrive at the Hub, every piece of SHIELD's secrets become compromised, we all do." 

"I'm sure they'd be able to track our phones or use our parents against us as well," Fitz frowned. 

"This is just ridiculous!" Jemma barked. "First Hydra, now this! My parents are going to go mad before this is all over!" 

"I know it's bad, but it'll keep us safe in the long run," Mick was just as distraught. 

"To make everything worse, Boss wants badges too," Skye walked in with a mortified expression. 

"Why?" Jemma squeaked. 

"Doesn't want us flashing them," Skye sighed. 

"This is too much," Jemma walked over to her bag pulling her badge out, fighting back her emotions. 

"I know," Skye said softly, embracing Jemma. "I just got mine, but it feels like it was all for nothing." 

"It wasn't for nothing," Mick tried to sound reassuring but it only pushed Jemma over the edge as she began sobbing. Skye looked to him and Fitz for assistance, as both stepped up to hold Jemma while

Skye took their badges from the counter. 

"Can you even see how barmy this all is?" Jemma cried. 

"I know," Fitz said soothingly, as he motioned the sign for crazy so Mick could follow. 

"It'll pass as soon as we can close down the servers," Mick said not so confidently. "Once our servers are back in SHIELD hands, they'll fix this." 

"You act like that can happen!" Jemma sobbed loudly. 

"Once we show the world we're not a threat," Mick started. 

"And just how to you propose that?" Jemma snapped?

"We let the governments do their thing and we work in the shadows, just like normal," Fitz said as Jemma looked at the two wiping her eyes. 

"You make it sounds so easy," Jemma huffed. 

"It's never easy being isolated, but it's just part of life sometimes," Mick said as Jemma leaned on him. 

"I hate it," Jemma scowled. 

"That's also normal," Mick smiled. 

"She's the reason we left the academy. She needed to be out more, social," Fitz began tweaking things at the desk. 

"And you'd have been perfectly fine cooped up in the lab," Jemma teased as she began to perk up. "Do you regret leaving still?" 

"Not a chance," Fitz said confidently. 

"Why don't we take a break?" Mick suggested as he motioned heading upstairs.

"And do what?" Jemma asked. 

"Let's see what's left in the lounge," Fitz suggested. 

It wasn't long before they all began just relaxing listening to whatever music Skye left on while she cleared their information. Trip and May joined the make shift party, sitting at the rickety bar, drinking whatever was left of the once vibrant collection. Coulson came downstairs, he seemed quite intrigued by his glowing badge, Skye seemingly embarrassed to her playlist shifting to boybands from the early 2000's which caused her to set off to the holotable and begin working while silencing the music. 

"Sorry to kill your party, we have a direction from Director Fury now," Coulson said as everyone perked up. 

"I thought Director Fury was," Jemma stammered for a moment. 

"So did I," Coulson said with a grin. "But these coordinates say otherwise."

"How do you figure?" Mick asked skeptically. 

"This kind of communication is right up his ally," Coulson said confidently. 

"Looks like those coordinates put us somewhere in the middle of the wilderness in Canada," Skye came back with her tablet in hand. 

"What exactly are we going to find there?" Fitz grimaced. 

"No idea," Coulson said as everyone except Skye had the same are you kidding me expression. "Maybe some kind of rally point or something."

"Are you sure you're not just reading too far into this?" Mick asked as Coulson's eyes locked on him. 

"This could easily be some kind of trap set by Hydra," Trip said as Coulson turned to him, his anger rising. 

"Nick Fury himself gave me this badge," Coulson stated in a stern manner. "When he did, I swore an oath. We all did. To serve when everything else fails, to be humanities last line of defense, to be the shield." Coulson began pacing as the anger began to wash off of him. "These coordinates mean something. I'm certain of it. Fury also gave me this plane. Anyone wants off, chutes are in the bay. Help yourself." Coulson shoved his badge back in his pocket then started toward the stairs. May quickly broke off following him, leaving the rest in shock. 

"I'm not bailing now," Skye said as she looked at their current location, which was just off the east coast. 

"Is he usually like this?" Trip asked as no one dared answer. "Like, nothing against Coulson, but is this what you usually deal with?" 

"That's Agent Coulson to you," Fitz grunted. "And no. Usually he's fairly composed, but given the circumstances, I'd be a bit off my bloody rocker as well."

"Fitz," Jemma seemed quite a bit taken back by Fitz's attitude toward Trip. 

"He's acting like he's one of us when he was bunked with the bloody enemy!" Fitz barked. 

"Excuse me?" Trip bellowed back. 

"Fitz, Trip, we need to chill now," Mick quickly wedged himself between Trip and Fitz. 

"All I'm trying to say is that your boss is chasing a whale," Trip barked. 

"I bet ye haven't even read Moby Dick!" Fitz bellowed as Mick rolled his eyes. 

"Actually I have," Trip noticed the frustration on Mick's face as he hung his head. "Have you?" 

"That's not the point!" Fitz barked. "Coulson hasn't lead us wrong yet!"

"Fitz please," Jemma's voice was timid and soft, which visibly pierced through Fitz's aggression. 

"I need to get back to counting inventory," Fitz sighed then left the lounge quickly, seemingly embarrassed, Trip heading toward his bunk. 

"What if Agent Triplett is right?" Jemma turned to Mick. "What if Hydra is just trying to kill off the SHIELD remnants?"

"I see where they're both coming from. Trip is skeptical, he's been burned by Garrett. Fitz trust Coulson after everything we've been through," Mick sighed as he sat beside Jemma. "But I side with Fitz. In times like these all you can do is hold those you trust close." Jemma leaned on him as they sat quietly in the lounge, completely unsure what was to come.

A few hours passed as the Bus touched down. Everyone dressed in the warmest gear they could find, seeing the near zero temperature readings. The tensions were incredibly high, as if the whole team distrusted one another. Coulson opened the cargo bay, the frigid air rushed in, piercing through their clothes sending shivers across the room. 

"Coordinates are about a seven miles hike from here. Terrain's pretty rough, even if it wasn't covered with snow," Coulson said as he looked out into the snow coated wilderness. 

"Agent May and I can lead a scouting party first, make sure this isn't a trap," Trip suggested as Coulson shook his head.

"There's no time. In less than eight hours a NATO satellite will pass directly over us. If The Bus is still here, they'll know," Coulson seemed exasperated. "I've been doing this long enough to know that something's here. But this mission, has to be your choice." His eyes focused on the timid Jemma who stood next to Mick. 

"A lot's changes in the last few days. I know you all have your doubts about what we've been doing, about me," Coulson continued looking across the concerned faces of his team. "But I don't. Which is why I'm going to find whatever Fury has waiting for us, with you or without you." His eyes landed on May as he finished. Without wanting to know who was going to follow, he turned and set off down the ramp. 

Skye quickly pulled her backpack tight on her shoulders and followed behind, May behind her. "You heard the man, time to move," Fitz said as he glared at Trip while passing him. 

"Coming?" Mick turned to Trip as he and Jemma started down the ramp hand in hand. 

"Guess so," Trip said with a smirk as they ran to the bottom of the ramp. It began to close behind them while May chuckled the surprise on Trip's face while she tucked the remote into her backpack. 

Coulson was quite right, the hike was extremely taxing with the snow pits and slippery terrain. Thankfully Fitz had his tablet helping to steer them in the right direction. No one really wanted to speak as the freezing air burned with each breath. By the time they reached another flat opening it was clear no one was happy. There were several grunts, chattering teeth, and overall misery consuming them. 

"Please tell me you see something," Skye asked as Fitz shook his head. 

"Nothing. Not even animals," Fitz moaned. "I don't see anything showing up to make this hike worth freezing our butts off." 

Even Mick was feeling disheartened. He let Jemma go to speak with Fitz as he walked over to Coulson who still seemed to hold on to whatever glimmer of hope his glowing badge gave him. 

"Starting to regret tagging along?" Coulson asked without turning to Mick. 

"I want to believe in you," Mick said softly. "But this seems like a wild goose chase." 

"How many times have you been on missions that felt hopeless at the start?" Coulson asked as he kept walking. 

"Too many," Mick admitted. 

"But yet at the end of the day everything came together and was just fine, right?" Coulson paused glancing at Mick. 

"Yeah, even when it didn't make sense as to how," Mick looked over at Coulson who simply nodded. 

"I just know that's how this is going to end. It just has to," Coulson said firmly. 

After a good bit more of a hike Coulson stared at his badge as it began flashing. "This has to be it! Whatever it is has to be here!" He cheered as they entered into a small clearing at the base of a large rocky hill. "Eyes up! Stay alert!" 

Fitz scanned the area on his tablet, which was very low on battery, then shook his head as Skye glanced over to him. "How long do we look before heading back?" She asked as Coulson shook his head. 

"We're not going back until we find whatever Fury has for us," Coulson stated firmly as he poked around at the tree's and rocks. 

"But what about the satellite seeing the Bus?" Trip asked hesitantly. 

"Doesn't matter. It took all the fuel we had to get here," Coulson stated. 

"You didn't know that before flying us to the middle of nowhere, did you?" Jemma asked skeptically. 

"It was the right play," Coulson turned toward her as she stared in disbelief. "Fury sent us these coordinates for a reason." 

Jemma began to tremble, causing Mick to abandon his search, tromping to her side. 

"And what reason is that, Phil?" May chimed in, seeing the mortified looks on all of the team's faces. 

"I don't know May!" He barked, clearly his anger taking control of his rational. "I really don't! But something has to be here!" He then held up his badge pointing the flashing numbers at the team. "All of this has to be for something! These numbers mean something!" 

Everyone turned to look at the ground, unsure of how to respond to the frantic Coulson. "The world needs us! Hydra is out there! We cannot let them win. We cannot let them define us. Do you understand that?" Coulson barked as no one dared to speak. 

"We are not agents of nothing! We are agents of SHIED, and that still carries weight!" Coulson seemed as if he had now shifted from angry and his teams doubt, to trying to convince himself. "It has to carry weight! After everything we've been through, that carries weight!"

"Coulson," Skye stepped up only for Coulson to shake his head and turn from his team with his hope shattered. 

"I'm sorry," Coulson sighed. He then growled furiously throwing his badge up at the rocky hill. 

A gun turret sprung up, blasting the badge then turning toward the team. "Get to cover!" Coulson called as they all ducked behind whatever cover they could find. 

"Looks like you found something," Fitz stated in a sarcastic manner. 

"Nobody move!" May ordered as she peered out from behind the rock herself and Coulson ducked behind. 

"Not a problem," Jemma said clingy tightly to Mick's arm as they stood behind a large tree. 

"This has to be a SHIELD facility," Coulson said confidently. 

"Shoot first, question later?" Trip sounded very doubtful. 

"It's not Hydra or they'd simply open fire," Coulson said. "This has to be Fury reaching out." 

"I don't remember Fury ever reaching out with a gun pointed at me," Mick said as Skye chuckled. 

"I'm going to prove it," Coulson said as everyone glanced in his direction. 

"Phil no!" May called out, reaching for him, only to miss as he stepped out into the open. The gun quickly focused on him as he walked closer. 

"Identity yourself," a robotic voice came from the gun. 

"Phil Coulson," he stated firmly. "I'm an agent of SHIELD." 

The rocks began to shake wildly, as a door appeared from under the snow, then slowly started to open. "We've been expecting you, Agent Coulson," the robotic voice said as Coulson turned to his team, nudging his head forward to follow. 

Once the whole team was in the dark hallway, the door began to slid closed behind them. "What is this place?" Skye asked as they all looked around in astonishment. 

"It's one of Fury's top secret bases," a small man said with a grin, walking out of a room to their right adjusting his tie, as if he were trying to look like a professional. "I call it Providence, but technically it doesn't have a name because it technically doesn't exist being top secret and all." 

"Uhh," Mick and Trip both seemed distressed. 

"If everyone would please follow me," the man said as Coulson shrugged, following, being that there wasn't really much of an other option. The man the began opening several large doors, one that lead to a very large lounge and dining room, one to a hallway with several rooms with open doors, then he stopped at another large door. "Pretty cool huh?" 

"I'm sorry," Coulson glanced around skeptically. "Who are you exactly?"

"Eric Koenig, Agent of SHIELD Level 6," the man said holding out his hand, as Coulson shook hands with him. "It is an honor to actually meet you, Agent Coulson. And I apologize for the kerfuffle outside. The precision remote system was designed to destroy any rapidly moving metallic object."

"It was my badge," Coulson frowned. 

"Your," Agent Koenig was clearly distraught about this. "That's going to be tough to replace," he muttered. "Hey, at least I can get you a spiffy lanyard!" He showed off his own, with an ID card on it. "Others will be issued on a case by case basis." He glanced at the rest of the team. 

"What happened to Director Fury?" Coulson asked as the team seemed to be settling in. 

"Unfortunately he didn't make it out of D.C."Koenig replied as Coulson was visibly bothered. "It's been rough. We're all a little shaken up, especially now that The Fridge has fallen."

"What?" Mick and Skye both exclaimed as Coulson turned to them. 

"Can I check on Ward?" Skye asked quickly digging through her backpack for the satphone as Koenig seemed a little bothered. 

"We had a guy at the fridge," Coulson said as Koenig seemed a little more at ease. 

Mick stopped paying attention to Coulson as he watched the relief wash over Skye's face when Ward answered. "I didn't expect you to be worried about Ward," Jemma teased nudging him. 

"I know he's tough, but to take down the Fridge," Mick sighed. "Especially with Garrett there too." 

"I didn't realize you were so close," Jemma teased. 

"Oh hush," Mick smirked as Jemma smiled. 

"Ward's going to head this way!" Skye cheered as she rejoined the group in the lounge. 

"Great," Fitz smiled. 

"It'll be good to have everyone together again," Jemma said smiling as well. 

"Yeah, haven't really been together since all of this started," Mick said as Skye nodded. 

"I can't wait," Skye smiled as she nestled down on the couch, while May stood across the room, her face seeming to still be on edge.