So this scene originally went between the first scene with Fitz and Ward and when Skye is looking at the cheesy Valentine.

Bonus Scene:

"Well?" asked Jemma excitedly, nearly bouncing as Fitz re-entered the lab. "What did he say? Did he agree to help?"

"No," sighed Fitz in frustration. "He left me in the back of the short bus with only the comment of: 'just tell her' to work with."

Jemma visibly deflated some at the news, feeling her spirits deflate. "Well, that's less helpful than I'd been hoping."

"It's completely useless," stated Fitz, pacing angrily in the lab. "How are we supposed to set him up with Skye if he won't even say how he'd do it?"

Simmons hummed a little as she considered their options. Personally, she'd been vying for Fitz to pretend to be interested in Skye in order to force Ward's hand but the engineer had been too afraid of being punched by the specialist to try it. She had to agree that it was possible, but wasn't it worth it if Ward and Skye finally dealt with their interpersonal tensions? Apparently, Fitz had disagreed.

"So what do we do now?" wondered Fitz aloud as he leaned on the table in the middle of their lab. "We still need to find some way to get Ward to ask out Skye."

"Or Skye to ask out Ward," pointed out Simmons with a sigh. What they needed was a plan. Simmons had considered a whole list of options for how they could make it look like Ward was trying to pursue Skye, but nothing had sounded like the agent. Roses on Skye's pillow, digital e-cards, none of it had screamed 'this is Agent Ward'. And now that Ward was refusing to help, they were running out of options.

"I've got it!" shouted Fitz suddenly, jumping up from his seat as one of his fingers shot into the air.

Simmons just blinked at her partner slowly for a moment, like she couldn't decide if he was certifiable or just excited. "You've got what?"

"An idea," explained Fitz. The engineer was nearly bouncing in excitement. "Bad puns!"

"Bad puns?" repeated Simmons uncertainly. "What are you talking about?"

"We can do bad pun valentines," elaborated Fitz excitedly. "We can write Valentines with bad puns on them and hide them in places Skye will find them!"

Simmons blinked at Fitz like she couldn't quite understand what was going through her partner's head. "Explain your logic, Fitz."

"Alright, Ward's social skills are limited," stated Fitz. "We all know about the poop in his file."

"I believe it's actually a porcupine," corrected Simmons uncertainly. The raised eyebrow of 'really?' that Fitz sent her caused her to flush a bit. "But yes, Agent Ward's social skills are wanting."

"Right," continued Fitz. "So, Ward's limited social skills are going to help us here." Dropping his voice excitedly, the genius engineer continued quickly. "We're going to write bad Valentines and leave them around for Skye to find!"

The look of worried confusion that passed over Simmons' face clearly marked her uncertainty. "How will badly written Valentines help?"

"Because they'll look like Ward's doing," explained Fitz. "There's no way we could pass off a well-composed Valentine as Ward, but if it looks like he's trying to mimic normal romantic gestures, it'll be believable!"

"Oh, I see!" exclaimed Simmons, her eyes lighting up. This idea just might work. All they really had to do was make Skye think Ward was trying to confess his feelings. She would step in and do the rest from there. "Oh, this is going to be fun!"

"Yes," agreed Fitz, though he frowned a bit, locking eyes with Simmons. "Jem, we're sure he likes her, right?"

"You've seen the way he looks at her, Fitz," confirmed Simmons with a look. "And Ward is so emotionally constipated, he makes Agent May look like a friendly fish hawker!"

For a moment, Fitz just blinked at Simmons in confusion. Then her words sunk in and he began laughing so hard he nearly fell over. "Oh, bloody hell, Jem! Now I've got an image of Agent May hawking fish stuck in my head!"

"She's wearing a shirt, I hope," challenged Simmons, her eyes narrowing even as a smile and giggle overcame her. Glancing at Fitz, who glanced right back, the two broke into fits of laughter that nearly sent them to the floor. For a few minutes, all the genius' could do was laugh before they finally managed to calm down.

"Alright, alright," gasped Simmons, straightening up between rapidly drawn breaths. "We have work to do!"

"Agreed," chuckled Fitz. "Operation: Skyeward is underway!"

"Skyeward?" repeated Simmons with a raised eyebrow and look of complete exasperation.

"Skyeward," confirmed Fitz, nodding his head like it was the most logical thing in the world. "You know, Skye plus Ward. Skyeward."

Groaning a bit, Simmons just shook her head and grabbed a random physical notebook she had laying around. They couldn't do this by computer because there was always the chance Skye would find it either later or before they completed their plan. "Well, at least we know who will be writing the bad puns."

"What?" asked Fitz, confusion falling over his face and leaving him looking like a lost puppy. One of his hands rose to scratch his head a bit in confusion. "What did I say?"