X marks the spot

Turn, Turn, Turn

"Drop the weapon!"

"Coulson –"

"Drop the damn weapon and kick it over to the stairs May. NOW!" Coulson barked, May slowly gave into the order. Placing it and booting it towards the stairs. Stairs that Coulson then descended. Aaron was in the middle of the pair now. Shielding Fitz in the lab.

Coulson picked up the weapon of his best friend. Looking at her with nothing but a burning hatred.

"Talk, tell us where you rerouted the plane."

"I didn't set this new course, I swear!"

"Don't lie to me!" Coulson doubted, while Fitz exclaimed about the planes new path. Skye kept her cool, asking about the how it was happening. May explained that HQ could override the controls. And pretty much take them on a joy ride anywhere if that was what they wanted to do.

"Why did you have an encrypted hard-line?"

"And tried to shoot me when we found it?" Fitz aske with tears started to build in his eyes.

"Let's take a breath."

"And. What? Give you a moment to reach for another weapon back there?" Aaron spoke up, gaining May's attention. Who only glared at him before explaining to Coulson that the hard-line was a dedicated channel to Director Fury. But, Coulson was quick to point out that he hadn't been able to get him on the line for weeks. Again, Skye was the one who went deeper with the questions.

"That's all I can tell you."

"Oh, just come out with it!" Fitz exclaimed through the glass. Coulson tried one more time for her to come clean.

But, just like last time, she was stubborn in her attempt to keep things classified still. Only promising that Fury would tell him.

"What, was this an order? To shoot me in the bloody head?"

"Hold on! We're not headed to Fury anymore."

"I don't know where we're headed. And I can't get Fury on the line because Fitz cut the line!"

"Skye told me too!"

"Someone was talking to the Clairvoyant! The real Clairvoyant."

"You were in the walls Fitz. And Aaron, you've been in your room all the time as of late. Your on our team but you like to keep your secrets, don't you?"

"Your gonna try and turn this on me?!" Aaron spat in disbelief. It was only when he saw in the corner of his eye a pistol aimed at him when he turned.

It was Skye who was aiming it at him.

Hurt shone through his eyes. But that was covered up with betrayal and anger, "Really? Your going to believe her?"

"Have you been talking to anyone?"

"Your not going to believe anything I say."

"HAVE YOU?" Coulson yelled, looking to the boy with distrust. Aaron aimed his ICER at Coulson. His hand pulling another pistol out from his back pocket, aiming it at Skye. This one was an actual pistol.

"Always keep a spare, just in case. Dad taught me that one." He spat to Skye, who started to have some gloss appearing at the edges of her eyes.

"I haven't been talking to anyone, but you!"

"And Rebecca."

"Oh, you wanna bring her in now too, huh? You never did trust her. Never did like her. I can get that, Skye. But this is something else. Petty bullshit I didn't expect from you!" He was losing control as well. Everyone was at this point. And he was stuck in the middle of the two that could take him down. And he wasn't even sure if one had real bullets or not in them.