Philinda Stuff

Rest my love

I found this AWSOME fanart and wanted to make a one-shot out of it

Soooooo
... I kinda just winged it.
It kinda sucks but whatever 🤷‍♀️

THERES NOTHING SAD OKAY

ITS JUST FLUFF
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May, Coulson, Daisy, and Mack all hopped out of the zefer sweaty and tired. They had just infiltrated an active Hydra compound and managed to steal some very important files before being forced out. May looked the most exhausted out of all of them, she had done the most fighting. In her opinion she didn't get hurt too badly just a twisted ankle, a few cuts and bruises, and a burn on her arm. But Coulson was worried about her, but then again when is he not.

"Alright, I'll take these files and review them tomorrow, I think we all deserve a good days rest. Well done everyone..." He gave them all a curt nod, in which they returned, before he walked off.

"Well me and Fitz are gonna play Xbox, care to join us?" Mack asked Daisy. She thought about it for a moment before shrugging. "Sure why not. May you in?" May quickly turned her head at the sound of her name.

"Cant, I think I'm gonna head off to the training room." Daisy scrunched her eyebrows up with confusion before shaking it off and heading inside with Mack. May sighed and followed shortly after and headed off to the locker rooms. In there she changed from her active gear and put on some leggings a tight purple top and some black Adidas.

May started off with what was supposed to be a little workout.

200 push-ups
30 minute plank
150 burpees
75 pull ups
90 tricep dips
50 lunges
250 bicep curls with 20 pound weights
280 calf raises

May was almost finished with her calf raises. Sweat beaded her face and her body protested every time she forced it up, it normally wasn't this bad. She made sure to concentrate on her breathing instead of the pain. When her body went up she breathed in, when her body went down she breathed out. May knew if she messed up her breathing for even a second the fatigue would kick in.

277...
278...
279...
280...

May let out a groan of relief as she went down. She immediately bent down and grabbed her water, she took big gulps of the cold refreshing liquid. Once her body was satisfied she set the water bottle down. Her ankle gave off a little uncomfortable pulse with every step as she made her way over to the punching bag. Once she finally got there she gripped the bag for support.

"Damn foot..." she muttered.

"Maybe you should sit down." Coulson suggested. May flinched and turned around to face him.

"Phil! My God! You can't sneak up on me like that..." a smirk grew on his face as he walked closer towards her.

"Well I can be very sneaky." He teased.

"No you can't, but you are getting better." May said with her own little grin.

"Well I watch and learn from the best." May scoffed lightly as she bent over and grabbed her punching gloves. Coulson watched as she threaded her fingers through the black fingerless gloves. "May you really should be resting."

"I'm fine, I can handle a punching bag." She argued while she pulled her hands into fist by her face. Coulson crossed his arms and waited knowingly. She sent a quick punch with her hand. As soon as her fist made contact with the heavy bag her wrist gave off a sharp pain that made her grit her teeth and immediately retract it back towards her chest.