This chapter is set 15 years in the future, so here's a guide for everyone's ages. Also, Elijah Banks is Rosalind and Banks' child, Lincoln's step-brother.

Skye Coulson (22), Jemma Simmons (23), Leopold Fitz (23), Grant Ward (26), Lance Hunter (26), Lincoln Campbell (24), Phil "PJ" Coulson II (15), Elijah "Eli" Banks (14), Barbara "Bobbi" Morse (25) and Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie (35).

(15 years later)

The Playground – Location unknown

Philip Coulson II and Elijah Banks, ages fifteen and fourteen respectively, were at The Playground's gym, sparring. PJ panted and ran his fingers through his dark hair, unintentionally spiking it up as he was soaked in sweat that trickled down his forehead. Eli was throwing punches and kicks non-stop; PJ was effectively dodging or blocking them. They usually had a bet going on, so their sparring sessions were more than just improving their fighting skills; none of them wanted to lose. Eli landed a roundhouse kick to PJ's side that caused the older to grunt and rub at his ribs.

"You're hurt, princess?" Eli mocked.

PJ rested his hands on his knees and breathed heavily with his head hanging low.

Eli was a bit worried; he decided to approach PJ, resting his hand on his shoulder, "Hey man, you're ok?"

Quickly, PJ tackled Eli, and flipped him over his shoulders, crashing him down onto the mat.

"What're you doin' down there, Banks?" PJ chuckled, hands resting on the side of his hips as he was looking down at Eli sprawled on the red mat. "Need a hand?" he grinned, holding out his left hand to pull Eli to his feet.

"You're a dick," Eli swatted his friend's hand, pressed his palms on the ground by his head and got up with a kip-up.

"And you're a show-off," PJ muttered, walking to the side of the room to get two bottles of water. He tossed one at Eli as he asked, "Shouldn't they be here by now?"

Eli shrugged and said before taking a big gulp of water, "I'm sure they're on their way. And we're not done yet."

"I know," PJ tossed the empty bottle in the trashcan and stepped into the ring, "Boxing tiebreaker?"

"Sure," the other agreed, entering the ring as well.

"That would have to wait boys," a voice said.

The teenagers' heads turned to where the voice had come from. Bobbi Morse was leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest.

"About damn time," Eli grumbled. He ran the few steps to the corner of the ring and with a short jumped he propped his feet on the lower row of ropes and held onto the ring post. "I'm starvin'!"

"So are we," Bobbi confessed with a soft chuckle. "The meeting took longer than what we expected."

"Well," PJ crooned, "the Secret Warriors did knock down the Mayor's house in the course of a mission. If I was him, I'd be pissed too."

"Get out of the ring, you smarty pants. We're waiting for you guys to dine," she told them before walking away. However, she did walk back a few steps to advised, "But take a shower first. We don't need two more people bringing strange odors to the dining table. We've got Hunter for that already."

The two walked out of the gym and parted ways as they strolled along the hall, heading into their own bunker rooms. After taking a shower and slipping into clean clothes, Eli and PJ showed up at the break room where the Secret Warriors team – Skye, Lincoln, Simmons, Fitz, Ward and Hunter – and the two SHIELD Agents in charge of coordinating the team – Bobbi Morse and Alphonso Mackenzie – were already having dinner. Eli and PJ only paid attention to the food, generously filling their plates. The two then squeezed themselves on the couch, sitting next to Ward, Hunter and Skye. Fitzsimmons sat on a small couch to their right, Lincoln had pulled out of a chair, same as Mack. Bobbi wasn't in the room; she was in Coulson's office.

"What're your thoughts, Agent Morse?"

"Their technique is improving by leaps and bounds. But they are still young for this. Maybe give them a year and then I'd consider giving them the chance to apply for the agency."

Coulson sighed and rested back on his chair, "PJ's always asking me and Melinda to let him do the tests. Rosalind and Banks told me that Eli asks them the same."

"Like I said, they're still young. But they're good."

"Would you train them? I'd ask Melinda but I have the feeling they'd run away as fast as they could."

Bobbi grinned, "It'd be a pleasure."

"Thank you. You can go now, Bobbi. Grab something to eat. And rest."

She nodded and left his office, heading to the break room.

"I want you wake by six tomorrow," Bobbi told PJ and Eli, clapping their shoulders.

"What? Why?" Eli mumbled through a mouthful.

"If you two want to apply for SHIELD's recruitment tests next year, you have to start working out now."

PJ's pupils dilated in excitement; he even dragged himself to sit at the edge of the seat, "Are you for real?"

Skye said, "I really hope Mom and Dad don't make me babysit you."

"You're the one who needs babysitting, nǎocán," PJ answered back, throwing a pillow at his sister. "Just because you have powers, it doesn't mean you're better."

"Shut up, bèndàn," Skye threw the pillow back at PJ.

"What kind of language is that?" May's voice roared as she was on the way to Coulson's office room.

Skye and PJ looked at each other and then at their mother, saying in unison, "Duì bù qǐ."

"And then you call our mother The Dragon Lady," Lincoln commented, casting a glance at Eli who was nodding his head emphatically.

Hunter snorted a laugh, "It serves you right; you two have foul mouths."

"Like you're any better, Hunter," Bobbi said, eyeing him.

Coulson stepped out of his office, running, and approached the laughing group, "Diner will have to wait. Rosalind just called. We have a difficult situation in Seattle; a guy who melts metals. It's getting out of hand."

"Gear up, guys," Mack told the team as he got up. "Any more intel?" he turned to his boss.

The Secret Warriors exited the room to prepare for the mission, Mack and Bobbi stayed in the break room, receiving more information on the Inhuman.

"All we know is that is name is Joey Gutierrez. There's no explanation as to how he transformed, but we'll have to figure that out once we safely contain him."

Mack and Bobbi nodded and left the room.

"It won't take long for our time to come too," PJ confided with his partner-in-crime.

"I know," Eli mumbled, stuffing his mouth with more macaroni. "But for now let 'em do the work. When our time comes, we'll be invincible, the best task force ever."

And this is it, this is the end. I hope you guys enjoyed this fanfiction.