With the Bus up in flames behind them, the six agents of S.H.I.E.L.D walked down the road towards the emergency vehicles finally showing up. The squad cars went past the agents to pick up the criminals, the firetruck went past to put out the flames, but the detective cars rolled up to the six and made them stop in their way.
"Well well, Agent Coulson. Seems like your team didn't let you down." The Japanese detective came up to Coulson, who was sitting on the edge of an ambulance, getting aide.
"Told you they were good." Coulson complemented his team as he looked over to them, getting fixed by medical persona.
"You got yourself a family here, Mr. Coulson."
"We've spent quite the time cooped up in that plane." Coulson turned to look at the Bus as firefighters washed away the last of the flames.
"Guess you won't be cooped in there tonight. Tell you what, I'll have my people take your Bus to the garage, and you can stay in a motel on our expense. Sorry it won't be better, the plane will cost a fortune."
"We've had worse. Still appreciate it," Coulson thanked the detective as May was walking up to them.
"I'll arrange a car for you guys," the man left May and Coulson alone.
"You alright here?" May asked, looking up Coulson's wounds.
"I've lived through death," May shot Coulson a daggering stare and the boss chuckled.
The drive to the motel was both lively and silent. Fitzsimmons were as if lightning ran through them; they remembered and commented on every single detail of the action they'd seen and been through, these two didn't get much field work. Skye meddled in between when the duo were in contrast about certain happenings, though she too was excited about having been a good part of the action. Coulson had a joke or two to throw in there at which May and Ward, the most silent of the six, cracked a smile.
The limo dropped them in front of an okay motel that was on the edge of town. One side you could see the lights and skyscrapers and almost hear a car honk, on the other side lay the quiet, serene country. Coulson and May lead the way in and Ward rounded them out as he fended off quips and exclamations made at him by the other three.
"Hello, do you speak English?" Coulson approached the lady at the front desk.
"Yes, how may I help you?" The young lady replied in broken English.
"A police detective may have called in for us? Party of six?"
"Ah yes. Very sorry, only three rooms available. That will be okay?"
"That's fine."
"Okay. I will call them to show you rooms."
While the lady called up the clerks, the six agents ironically split in three sets of two. May and Coulson went for the coffee and tea, FitzSimmons sat in the lounge arguing, and Skye showed her S.O. some of the cool moves she'd executed that day.
"Party for three rooms?" A male voice gathered all six of them in front of the three pairs of clerks waiting to take them to their rooms.
"Yes, that's us." Coulson announced and they all stepped forward.
"No luggage?" a second clerk asked.
"We, lost it in the flight," Simmons was quick to answer.
"Aww! You must be the honeymooners! Your luggage arrive tomorrow! Come, we go to your rooms." one of the three female clerks grabbed a hand of Fitz and Simmons and her counterpart helped her guide the two surprised scientists to their rooms. The other four hotel staff, in two sets of male and female clerks, grabbed the other mistaken couples, May and Coulson and Skye and Ward, and excitedly lead them to their rooms.
At the rooms, while the bellhops unlocked the doors, the female clerks gleamed at their respective couples while the pairs awkwardly exchanged glances before being forced into their rooms and left alone.
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eek! it was cheesy, but just go with it.
