A threat response team surrounds the van, weapons pointed at the vehicle and in full tactical gear. The S.H.I.E.L.D. logo blazes white on black. A harsh voice barks out orders, all of which are ignored by the van's contents.

And as they force open the doors, Coulson already knows what he's going to find. The three are coated in a mix of blood; one slit, one shot, one stabbed.

They're his team.

They never disappoint.

Apologies for the shortness of the last chapter. It just didn't feel right when it was more wordy. Whew! Hell of a project, and probably my longest fanfiction to date. So what'd you guys think, overall? I'd love to hear your opinions :) Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for sticking with this for so long!