"Oh, I've got a good one! Ward or a ninja?" Fitz asked, popping another piece of popcorn into his mouth. Simmons didn't even have to think before answering.

"Oh God, Fitz. That one is too easy! Ward, obviously." she smiled. The two of them had been at this for hours. Both sat on either end of Fitz's bunk, facing each other. They were dressed in simple T-shirts and sweatpants with a bowl of popcorn in-between them. Fitz stared at her with wide, disbelieving eyes.

"Come on, Jemma. Now, Ward is pretty badass, I'll give you that, but a ninja could kill you just by blinking!" the young man exclaimed, blinking his eyes furiously to prove his point. Simmons giggled and tossed a kernel of popcorn at her friend. It struck him on the tip of his nose, making his face spas as he tried to catch the falling food in his mouth. Jemma laughed harder, tossing more of the snack him. He responded with the same action. Soon, their bowl was empty and the bunk was covered in golden puffs.

"Now look what you've done, Fitz!" she chided playfully, gesturing to the mess.

"What I've done? Please, you started it." Fitz chuckled, lightly smacking her with a pillow. Jemma gasped in fake shock. With a coy smile, she yanked the pillow from his grasp and began beating him brutally with it.

"Go get us more popcorn!" she cried out, tossing the pillow at him. He held it in front of him like a shield and smiled cheekily at her.

"I'm not sure you can handle popcorn responsibly, Jems." he joked. She put on a serious face and held up her right hand.

"I swear that I will not use said popcorn for anything other than its rightful purpose, which is digestion." she recited cheerfully. Fitz groaned and rose from the bunk.

"Fine. I'll go get the popcorn. Just clean up this mess, please. I have to sleep in there." he called after her as he walked down the hallway.

"So bossy." he heard Simmons mutter. It didn't take long for him to reach the kitchen. He grabbed another bag of the popcorn from the blue box on the counter. Whistling to himself, he tore open the plastic and put the bag in the microwave. A noise behind him made him spin around.

Just as he turned, he saw someone duck down the hall. Fear started to gnaw at him before he remembered how secure the plane was. There was no way an intruder could get aboard. It was probably just Skye or Jemma. Fitz began to follow after the person calling, "Hello? Who's there?"

There was no answer and there was nobody in the hallway. Fitz shook his head and turned back into the kitchen where he waited patiently for his popcorn to finish popping. When the beep signaled that his snack was ready, Fitz grabbed the hot bag and began to walk back down to his bunk. He tore open the bag and munched lightly on the buttery goodness.

Halfway to his bunk, Fitz heard footsteps behind him, making him stop and turn around. Besides himself, the hallway was empty. The fear began to settle in his stomach again. Fitz turned back around and kept his head forward, picking up his speed. The popcorn was suddenly thrown from his hands as an arm shot out from around a corner and wrapped it around his neck. A hand was clamped over his mouth, keeping him from yelling for help.

Fitz struggled against his attacker, throwing blind punches behind him. It gave him great satisfaction when he felt his fist connect with the attacker's nose, making him curse and drop him. Fitz, now thrown to the ground, looked at his attacker for the first time. He was shocked to see a pissed looking Ward clutching at his bleeding nose. "What the hell! Ward?"

"Not exactly." the man chuckled with a voice that didn't quite match the face. Fitz didn't even have a chance to yell for help before Ward grabbed the young man by the throat and yanked him to his feet. The next think Fitz saw was a fist heading for his face.

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