Agents of Shield One-Shots

When the world gets too heavy (put it on my back) - 4

Takes place in S3, after Lash is revealed.

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4. 

It was strange seeing May like this, Daisy thought. She could tell from the unsure expressions on Fitz-Simmons' faces that they thought so too. She had come with the two of them to check on Andrew, who, according to the security cameras, had turned back from Lash around one hour ago, only to see their 'bus mom' standing outside the containment room.

Her expression was heartbroken and lost, a far cry from the usual calm they had all gotten used to. 

It scared Daisy to death. 

All of them were used to the senior agent being an unshakeable force, someone who would always have their backs. Seeing her like this? It was hard to recognize the woman who would reassure them before hard missions, and teach them how to fight. Daisy honestly wasn't sure what to do. 

Her eyes met Fitz-Simmons', and an unspoken understanding passed between them. May always took care of them, it was their turn to take care of her. 

Daisy walked towards May, feeling the worried gazes of Fitz-Simmons on the two of them. She gently put a hand on May's shoulder, and almost withdrew her arm in shock. May was shaking. Daisy cursed inwardly. She should've been able to feel it, with her powers, but she'd been distracted. 

May's body shook with silent sobs, unnoticeable from where Daisy had been standing before. A couple of stray tears ran down her cheeks. She made no move to wipe them away. 

"May?" Daisy's voice was soft and hesitant. She gently wrapped her arm around the agent, and caught a glimpse of Andrew sleeping inside the room. He was curled up, facing away from the window. "Do you need anything?"

May gave a barely perceptible shake of the head. No. 

It was a testament to how close the two of them had gotten for May to not have glared at her through her tears and told her to leave.

Daisy detected familiar vibrations coming towards them, and turned to see Simmons carrying a heavy blanket and Fitz struggling to lift four fold up chairs behind them. She hadn't noticed them leave.

(Daisy had teased Fitz about his inability to carry fold up chairs once, and he had replied with a lengthy explanation about how the chairs' design wasn't good enough and therefore were hard to lift up. She had proved him wrong by carrying five at once.)

"May, we've brought some chairs. Do you want to sit down?" Simmons' voice enquired quietly. 

May made no reply, but Daisy gently guided her over to one of the chairs Fitz had finished setting up, and Simmons draped the blanket over her shoulders. The three of them sat down, with Daisy on one side and Fitz-Simmons on the other. 

They stayed like that for a while, leaning into May, eventually ducking under May's blanket. Anyone who saw them, any new agent, wouldn't have believed their eyes. The terrifying Agent May, snuggling with three other agents, with tears in her eyes? Impossible. 

Daisy wasn't at all surprised, and neither were Fitz-Simmons. They had found out long ago that May was a person who, although slower to trust others, would care about them with all her heart when she did. It was apparent in the way May was crying over Andrew, the way she made them tea after particularly hard missions, the way she would always have the best pranks to cheer them up. 

May eventually fell asleep, and the three agents brought her back to her bunk. With a fond glance, Fitz-Simmons and Daisy turned off her lights and left the room. 

The next morning, May woke up to a warm mug of her favourite tea and a note on her bedside table.

We love you, May. Make sure you take care of yourself.

-Daisy and Fitz-Simmons

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This was more of a drabble than a chapter, really, but I felt like it was a great place to end. I hope all of you liked this story!!! It's my first completed multi-chapter fic. I'm so proud. Let me know how I did, and happy early Thanksgiving to those who celebrate!

-browneyedgenius