#agentsofshieldfanfic

[cateliot]

“story-mad, tiger roar and wolf bad”

Fandom:  Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. 

Characters: Piper Velaquez, Melinda May, Maria Hill, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov, Agent O’Brian, mentioned:  Phil Coulson

Pairing:  Agent Piper&Melinda May, perhaps:  Agent Piper/Melinda May, Melinda May/Phil Coulson?, Melinda May/Maria Hill?, and Melinda May/Natasha Romanoff?

Title from "difficult damsels” by nikita gill

Length:  3500 words

Warnings:  No Archive Warnings

Summary:   Piper is excited when Agent May invites her along on a secret side mission. Really excited.

“Piper! With me!”

May’s voice cut through a training room with expert precision.  It took her two paces for every one of May’s even though she was at least four inches taller than the Chinese woman.

“Grab your bag and meet me on the Zephyr in ten.”

“Do we have a mission?”

“Of some sorts.”

Piper didn’t question that as she quickly moved towards the locker room.  She was greeted by a face full of steam and a half-dressed Agent O’Brian.  She moved quickly towards her locker—when May said ten minutes, she meant it, and had a habit of leaving people behind when they were late.

“May and I are flying out on mission, so I won’t be able to make that aikido session tonight.”

O’Brian was her only true friend on the operations team.  She remembered him from the Academy.  He had been four years ahead of him and had been particularly good at explosive disarmament and munitions.  It was useful especially now because May avoided touching guns in general.  O’Brian loved himself a gun, the bigger the better.  (Piper was sure this had a commentary on the male psyche, but being the only female on the team—save May—she kept her opinion quiet.)

He was a sweet guy, overall one of those people that Piper’s grandmother would have liked her to marry and settle down with.

“It’s your time to make a move,” he teased, toweling off his hair, “the two of you all alone, atop the clouds with no other witnesses.”

“Shut up.”

O’Brian smirked and threw a t-shirt on over his head, muffling his voice.

“Have a good mission, Velazquez.”

She made it to the Zephyr with two minutes to spare to find May running the system checks.  No one else as aboard, which made Piper more excited that she cared to admit.  It was rare to get one on one alone time with May.

She usually trained the entire group as a whole except for a few individual lessons sprinkled in here and there. With both O’Brian and her in munitions, Jackson into organized hostage retrieval, and Hart and Chapman working in a pair, May often took trips alone being the only true extraction specialist on the base.

She quickly tied down the rest of her stuff before climbing into the co-pilot’s chair.

Piper helped to set up her side of cockpit, which was very little as May never let her do much of the navigating, before calmly folded her hands in her lap and tried her best not to fidget as the Zephyr buzzed into motion.

Her hands were bruised and scabbed over from a tussle with Jackson.  He liked to pick on her during warm ups, during drills.  He knew about her…preferences.  She was small and a woman, and queer, and not white and her list of disappointments to her older white colleagues seemed to always be growing.

“Problems with Jackson?”

May didn’t look up at her.  Her eyes were focused on the front of the sky as her hands carefully moved them around the plane’s dashboard.  Her voice didn’t seem intrusive or demanding.  It didn’t even seem like she was asking if she was having problems…more likes May already knew it.

Piper’s heart jumped a little bit and she forced her hands to still and fold back into her lap again, covering the picked at scabs.

“I’m used to it…from the Academy,” Piper quickly supplied.

She wasn’t the only girl in her class.  It was far past the time when the Operations Academy has realized that perhaps tiny women had their place in the combat field.  Small women could fit through smaller holes in the security fields.  No one ever suspected a woman walking down the street versus a set of large muscular men in black camouflage.  (Still, she was different from the tall, blonde operative like Barbara Morse that they all liked and expected her to be.)

“I used to put sugar in the water tank.”

Piper blinked, and then broadly grinned.

“Wait, that was you?”

May shrugged and finally glanced over at the younger woman.

“Did it work?”

May smirked.

“Yes.”

Piper leaned back in her seat.  She knew Coulson kept extra bags of white sugar in the top cabinet of the second basement kitchen for when he baked late night cookies.  Perhaps it would mysteriously go missing when they got back to the base.

The ride continued quietly until, “where are we going?”

“We’re dropping off supplies to some old friends.”

Finish reading on AO3 at:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/16792210

[cateliot]

“shrapnel is shrapnel”

Fandom:  Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. 

Characters: Phil Coulson, Melinda May, Daisy/Skye, Andrew Garner, mentioned:  Nick Fury, Clint Barton, Maria Hill, Natasha Romanov

Pairing:  Phil Coulson/Melinda May, past:  Melinda May/Andrew Garner, Daisy Johnson&Melinda May

Title from gif by @agentromanoffsir

Length:  1200 words

Warnings:  No Archive Warnings

Summary:  If Clint got her laughter and Natasha got the red in her ledger, Andrew got her heart.  But that only left her soul and Phil never wanted to take that.  Until the little girl in the desert took everything and Melinda had nothing left to give. (OR:  All Phil wants is to bring May home after her vacation.)

He felt bile at the back of his throat as he watched her board a helicopter in the middle of the navy base.  She carried nothing but a military backpack, black and shadowy against her old leather jacket.  He always liked that jacket.

His phone felt heavy in his one good hand as he turned off the screen.  He couldn’t track the helicopter through the desert and she knew that.  She knew that and that was why she was using it to move to her next location.

He didn’t want to take her away.  

He just wanted to bring her home.

“Have you heard from her?”

The briefing on the inhuman task force had ended several minutes ago, but still Skye—Daisy—hadn’t moved from in front of his desk.  She looked so different from the girl that had stepped out of the van and onto their plane.  And every time he went to say her name, he missed the little pieces of bright Skye and the memories of her and May training in the basement were now somehow tainted by what had gone down in afterlife.

“Her?”

Her mouth dipped down into a frown at his choice of question and the way his voice cracked at the word.

“May.”

Finish reading on AO3 at:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14781089