A/N: Sorry for the long wait, but I'm finally back with another chapter now! Thank you for the kind comments and to everyone who's following and reading this story (:
Hope you enjoy this little lighter chapter.

Coulson woke up to the feeling of his bed trembling. When he opened his eyes he realized that it wasn't his bed but rather the whole plane that was shaking. With a start he noticed the emergency alarm blaring in the hallway. Opening the door, he was immediately greeted by the flickering lights, which didn't do anything to calm his nerves.

It must have been almost 6 in the morning since the sun was starting to rise though the sky was still dark and gray. They must have flown into an air hole that caused the turmoil. While he was stumbling and trying to make his way to the common room he ran into a very panicked Daisy.

"Coulson, what's happening?"

"We must have gotten into an air hole. It should be over soon."

"This has been going on for the past twenty minutes, it isn't just an air hole! There's something seriously wrong with the plane."

Twenty minutes? He has slept through twenty minutes of turbulences without noticing anything? Great.

"Where is everybody else?"

"They're already waiting in the common room. That's why I'm here to get you… don't tell me you just woke up," Daisy said as if reading his mind.

He was about to come up with an excuse when the plane shook so violently that he had to grab the wall in order not to tumble over. Whatever this was, it was serious. He just prayed that it wasn't another attack from Hydra or the Kree.

As soon as the shaking eased down a little, Daisy grabbed his hand and dragged him along the corridor to the common room. He heard her mutter something about fixing this soon and crashing and old people? Coulson wasn't sure whether he understood the last one correctly, so he just decided to ignore it, hoping that it had nothing to do with him.

Once they'd reached the common room, he noticed how the whole team looked very serious. Not a good sign, at all, Coulson thought. He was planning on saying 'Good Morning' but then decided that it wouldn't be the right time nor circumstance. Instead he went with, "What's our status?"

"We still haven't been able to determine the source of the shaking," Fitz said. "All engines are working properly, all numbers are what they're supposed to be-"

"-Except for our altitude of course," Simmons added.

"There have been no signs of security branch or any other intrusion, even our course hasn't been altered the slightest bit," Fitz sounded more and more desperate as he continued to talk. Coulson quickly looked at the map on the LED screen just to confirm what Fitz has been saying. Then he glanced to the top of the screen where their altitude was displayed. Numbers were racing on the display, changing way too quickly. The Zephyr was declining. Fast.

Why has nobody told him that they were declin- Oh right, he was asleep. Coulson could have punched himself for that. If they'd continue to drop in height like that, they'd crash in the Atlantic Ocean in no more than 15 minutes. That meant that they had less than 15 minutes to figure out what exactly the reason for this was and how to stop it. He wanted to tell the team not to panic but he had a hard time keeping calm himself.

Coulson took a deep breath before saying, "Alright, the only thing we can do right now is to check every last detail of what could possibly be causing this." He glanced over at the monitor still not understanding why nothing seemed out of the ordinary. How was that possible? It was like someone on the inside purposefully wanted them to fly to the bottom of the ocean. Then he quickly looked back at his team.

"Fitz and Mack, I want you to check the engines again. Yoyo, search the plane for any signs of intruders or anything that isn't where it's supposed to be. Daisy, see if anyone has hacked or messed with our system. May, I need-" Wait. He glanced around the room again. Where was May?

"Has anybody seen May?" Coulson worriedly looked at his team members. He was only met with a handful of shaking heads in return. Ok, now this was a new level of bad. Not only was their plane going to crash, but May – the only person who knew how to fly the Zephyr – was missing too. She could be anywhere and they didn't have time to search for her.

"Simmons, you and I are going to see if we can fix anything in the cockpit." He could only hope that he would find May there or that Yoyo would find her whilst searching the Zephyr.

It didn't take them long to reach the cockpit door though Coulson needed a few seconds to catch his breath. He definitely wasn't 20 anymore, he thought with a sigh. He made a motion to open the door, but to his surprise it didn't bug one bit. When he tried and failed again, he turned to Simmons, a look of concern plastered upon his face.

"It's locked," Simmons said, sounded just as panicked as he felt.

Coulson tried everything to calm himself as he entered the security code into the keypad on the door. After the screen showed Access Denied for the third time, he punched the wall on his right in frustration.

Goddammit, why won't it open?

As if reading his thoughts, Simmons explained, "It must have been locked from the inside with the pilot's security code, which means that no one on the outside can open the door unless it's been unlocked from inside again."

Coulson knew what this meant; there was no getting in unless they'd break the door by force or maybe Daisy could hack her way in. He hastily looked at his watch. 7 minutes. 7 goddamn minutes until they would crash into the ocean. There was no time for Daisy to hack the security code. They had to do something now.

Still, a million thoughts were racing through his head. Too many things didn't make sense. The pilot's security code… The only pilot on the Zephyr was May – but why would she lock the door? Did that mean she was inside the cockpit? And didn't the autopilot fly the plane at night? If so, how was it possible that the door was locked?

Whatever the reason behind the whole situation was, they were never to find out unless they'd change something about the plane's altitude. So Coulson decided to go with option 1: violence. He raised his prosthetic hand in the direction of the keypad and fired. A couple of sparks and smoke flew in the air and then they heard the click of the door unlocking.

Finally.