X marks the spot

Orientation Part II

"This is Earth."

"We're in the future!" Melinda May and Phil Coulson said at the same time. Deke ahd hit the button to open the doors once the Trawler had come back in to allow Jemma and May access back into their new, apparent, home.

"It's all destroyed. Coulson, please, tell me it's impossible." Jemma begged.

However, "I think we can all agree at this point that anything is possible. Glad you're alright, though."

He then turned to Simon and Deke, "your guy, Virgil, he didn't tell you anything else about his plan to bring us back from the past?"

"We're still trying to fit all these ideas inside our skulls," Deke admitted, gesturing between himself and his friend.

"And you haven't heard anything about a gateway? A rock that transports people?"

"If I had, you think I'd still be here?" Deke asked.

"I have," Simon said, bringing the attention to him, "last I heard, they were destroyed. What was it? Non–fuck."

"Monolith," May supplied for him. Still, not that best news.

"There was no second monolith when I landed on Maveth," Jemma said.

"So we'll have to find our own way back," At May's words, they both looked to Jemma.

"Well, I'm a biologist, but sure, I can invent time travel. Just give me a minute."

"You'd be amazed what you can do with time," Simon said kindly, giving her a smile that she couldn't quite decipher the meaning of.

"We don't have a lot of it," Coulson said to Simon.

"You'd be surprised. You're kind of stuck here," he did have a point.

"Well, without some miracle, I guess we are; and, other than that, we need to stay alive," they looked to the other two from this world.

"Oh, you and...you...you all want us to help you with that, yeah. Well, that's a big surprise," Deke said before going into his back, "well, all I can offer you is these," he said, pulling out a small circular device, "So, who's first?"

"You think I'm gonna let you do that to anyone else?" May snapped at Deke.

"We can pull it off the table," Simon said, still casually leaning on the wall as if this was just a normal conversion he'd had before.

"Hey, you fuckers are lucky that we're even offering. The only way to not die is to blend in and work hard, and you can't do either of those things without these."

"Capitalism in the whatever century. Real joy, I tell you," Simon quipped.

Coulson looked to the others. No way out. He took them, "Come on. Keep moving," Deke said as the two started to lead the SHIELD team.

"What do they do? Track us? I don't think we want that," Coulson said, going between the two men.

"I don't think you have a choice."

"Deke? Simon?" A new voice asked. A woman in a green shirt, gloves on and holding a pipe.

"Tess, yeah, sure, join the fray."

"You took out a damn Trawler? Where's Virgil? If you lifted off in that thing without..." She demanded, going up to her two friends.

"We didn't take shit," Simon said, stepping in and blocking Tess from Deke, "they did," he pointed to the agents.

Tess looked from her older friend to her younger one, "What? What's wrong with your face?"

"I'm sorry," Coulson said in Deke's place. The man wouldn't meet her eyes. Simon did, but his held the message Coulson was about to give, "Virgil's gone."