"Remind me again why we have to fly commercial? We own a plane for God's sake!" Skye complained as she unlaced her boots and hopped to keep up with the slow-moving line.

"Because," Coulson said as he began untying his own shoes, "For this to work, we need them to believe that we're a normal family, and that means not arriving in our private jet with the S.H.I.E.L.D. symbol painted on the back.

Skye grumbled in response as Grant placed a hand on her shoulder as he tugged off his own shoes, throwing them into a bin with her's with just a bit too much anger.

"Hey calm down, it's not that bad," Skye said as she turned to face him. He waved her off, gesturing to the echoing airport room as an explanation.

"Oh don't worry about him, Skye, he's just upset that he has to do this." Simmons started as she pulled off her belt and placed it in a bin with her little bag and pushed them towards the x-ray machine.

"Yeah, he's just upset at the exposure and lack of efficiency," Fitz said, finishing her thought for her. Simmons gestured to him as she walked through the metal detector, sighing as they made her walk back through because she had gone too soon.

Coulson leaned over to May as they watched the younger agents pass through the metal detector.

"I know you don't like this, but we have to. This one matters, we have to find answers about HYDRA, and this is the only way to do it." His hands never stopped moving the entire time, and neither did May's eyes.

"Ward and I have the same problem. Too exposed." Coulson nodded and went in front of her to the other side, where everyone had already tied their shoes and reclaimed their bags.

May walked through and gave the security officer a wide smile as he waved her through.

"What the hell was that?" Fitz said, leaning over to speak into Simmons's ear. She shrugged and averted her eyes as May approached, narrowing her eyes as the young scientists.

"I guess, in the field, this is how we act." Skye said, falling into step on the other side of Simmons.

"Dunkin, guys?" Coulson asked over his shoulder, one of his hands on May's shoulder. She was smiling tightly, but Coulson was ignoring her.

Fitz shot a look down to Skye, who shrugged. Simmons looked to the others before nodding tentatively.

"Hell yeah, I'm starved!" He said walking past the others to lead the Dunkin Donuts charge. Coulson laughed and followed him as they joined other travelers in the fast-growing line. May slowed down and eased herself between Fitzsimmons, throwing her arms around them casually, though neither looked very comfortable.

"If this is going to work," She said softly, a smile never leaving her face, "We have to be a family, which means relaxing." She stopped and turned to face them as they entered the line, ignoring Ward and Coulson chatting about the value of a breakfast burrito.

"Mom, please. This'll be fun!" Skye said, pulling May into a tight hug, then pushing past her to stand tightly between Coulson and Ward, throwing her two cents into the growing breakfast burrito debate.

May rolled her eyes as she turned back to Fitzsimmons, her eyebrows halfway up her forehead.

"Yes, ma'am. I mean, Mom," Fitz stumbled awkwardly, folding his hands uncomfortably as Simmons nodded. May smiled softly and turned to look at the menu, rolling her eyes at Ward's argument that the breakfast burrito was a better value than a sandwich.

"Grant, you can't seriously think the burrito is better! Look how small it is! you'll be hungry by the time we board the plane!" May pointed subtly to a boy scarfing down a burrito, looking somewhat amused at the miniature burrito.

"I don't know Mel, they look good, look, they have little peppers in them!" Coulson said, pointing at the brightly lit menu as they shuffled forward in the line.

"Well I won't be any part of this nonsense. Skye, what are you getting?" May said, turning her attention away from Ward, who was now re-evaluating his decision.

"Well, I was thinking doughnuts," Skye began, ignoring Ward's snort behind her, "But I guess a sandwich won't kill me," She conceded. May put her arm around Skye's waist and stage whispered.

"You can actually get both, we're on vacation. And besides, your father's paying anyways!" May laughed along with Skye, who smiled brightly at Coulson over May's shoulder.

Coulson rolled his eyes but smiled, resting his chin on the top of May's head, his hands on her shoulders.

"How about you, Fitzsimmons?" Fitz squinted at the menu while Simmons started.

"Well, I've been thinking about the sandwich, but I also think a bagel, but if you think a sandwich will last longer, I mean I know it technically has more protein but really, who cares, but I might get the bagel anyways, because I want one. Yeah, I think I'll have a bagel." She nodded to herself finally, her decision made. Coulson smiled wryly and nodded, looking to Fitz.

"Well, I think two sandwiches will do. One for later if I get a bit peckish, cause I didn't think to pack any snacks." Simmons rolled her eyes leaning into his shoulder slightly, a thin smile on her lips.

Orders were made, and they trailed behind May to an open section of seats a few rows away from their gate, because naturally, they were early.

"Now," Skye started, swallowing the last of her sandwich and pulling out her donut, "Could someone please tell me why I have to sit between Dad and Grant?" Skye waved her ticket in May's face, and the older woman smiled slightly over her sandwich. "They're going to squish me!" Simmons laughed softly as Grant scoffed indignantly, shaking his head at Skye.

"Hey, I'm not happy about it either!" Grant said, "I have to sit next to you!" Fitz shook his head and pulled folders out of his bag.

"Well, luckily you all have homework." Coulson began handing out the envelopes, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Memorize this, then flush it down the toilet. It'll disintegrate in water."

"Well, luckily it's a long flight to London!" Skye said, flipping through her packet, eyes wide.

A/N: Hello! It's me! I'm backish! Hope you enjoy, and do leave me a review if you'd like! Please don't expect regular updates, because life is cray.

Love you all, ~M