The fierce wind shook the plane violently. The storm however, couldn't dim the moods of the people inside the aircraft. They were in the midst of a drinking contest, and it seemed that everybody was getting their butts kicked by engineer Leopold Fitz. Biochemist Jemma Simmons had already bailed and cited her very low tolerance for alcohol as evidence. Martial arts expert Melinda May was currently taking a picture of a very drunk Skye. Skye had made the mistake of trying to keep up with her combat master boyfriend, Grant Ward, who had passed out on account of how much alcohol he had consumed. Phil Coulson was sitting next to May and watching Skye poke Fitz in the arm multiple times. Skye took another shot, and that was enough. She passed out next to her boyfriend. May and Coulson decided to carry them both back to Skye's bunk to sleep.

"So, I guess I win!" Fitz declared.

"Whatever you say. They should have known better than to challenge a scot to a drinking contest," May laughed and helped Coulson lift up Skye. They set Skye on her bed and then went back for Grant. They set him down next to Skye and turned off the light.

"I really hope I don't have to have the talk with him," Coulson groaned.

"I think you might. FitzSimmons caught them a while ago. I dealt with that situation, but you definitely need to give him the talk," May informed him.

"Let's hope he already knows the talk so I won't have to do it," Coulson said.

"Can I watch while this happens? I want to see his face as soon as you say "safe-sex." I think that will be worthy of a picture," May asked.

"Yeah, I'll let you in the room and you can take your picture and then leave. After that, you can watch the whole thing on the security cameras. I'm sure Skye would be more than happy to accompany you in your evilness. And by the way, I'm pretty sure Skye's pregnant."

"I'm pretty sure too. The way she's been acting, it would surprise me if she wasn't."

"I think Ward and I need to have that tall as soon as he's up and moving around, to avoid any more little children on this plane."

"Any more?" May asked.

"Yeah, in 5 months, we're gonna have a little baby FitzSimmons on the plane."

"Good luck, you're gonna need it. Cause I'll be helping out Skye and Jemma with whatever they need. Maybe I'll help you, on the twenty fifth hour of my day."