Agent of Shield

Chapter 1: the favor

"Remember that favour you owe me?" Fury asks, leaning against the edge of his desk.
"Vaguely," I respond, "Well, I'm calling it in," he tells me.
"Who do you need me to ki-" he cuts me off, "No one, I need you to become a part of a team that Coulson is putting together. I want you to infiltrate and keep an eye on the status of the team, I'll need detailed reports on all the members," he tells me, I nod thoughtfully.
"And how long will I be a part of the team?" I question, staring into his eye.
"As long as I need you to be," he says sternly, getting fed up with my questions. "I'm in," I state simply, standing up and grabbing the files in his hands and walking out.
I walk up the ramp of the bus and head straight up the stairs and to Coulsons' office. "Agent Hartley reporting for duty, sir," I joke, standing at attention in front of his desk, "Hartley!" he announces, I cringe at the use of my last name.
He embraces me tightly, I return the gesture, dropping the duffel in my hand.
He shows me to my bunk, and gives me a quick tour of the plane. I do some exploring on my own before going to meet the team.
I walk into the common area of the bus and see two scientists, two operatives, and Coulson.
"Everyone I'd like you to meet Agent Max Hartley, Max meet FitzSimmons," he gestures to the two scientists in the corner, "Agent Grant Ward," he gestures to the handsome brunette sitting comfortably on the couch, "And Agent Melinda May." he finishes, gesturing to the small asain woman in the corner.
I introduce myself quickly before walking over to FitzSimmons, "So who's Fitz and who's Simmons?" I ask, gesturing between the two. "I'm Fitz," a man with a scottish accent says, "And I'm Simmons," A posh, British voice says, "Oi, another Brit?" I question, looking at Coulson.
"It's nice to have another one from across the pond," Simmons says, smiling at me, "It is indeed, although I have a feeling we couldn't be more different," I chuckle, looking at her buttoned up shirt and cardigan, a stark difference to my black corset tank top, leather pants and combat boots.
"So, you're an operative then?" Ward questions from behind me, "Yep," I chuckle, "Two on plane? Let's see what happens," he laughs, "Isn't May an operative?" I inquire, "No, she's the pilot," he says, looking over at her, I nod in understanding.