Post Ep2

The Bus is... grounded, for the forseeable future. Not surprising, with a giant hole blasted in the side and the interior destroyed by the all-out brawl that had followed. Ward is actually surprised they've all walked away from this one with barely a scratch. Even the science twins seem to be over the trauma of the hijacking. Last he heard from them, they were gleefully designing a fish tank to go in the rebuilt plane.

He really hopes they don't end up with a fish tank.

Ward does have a bigger problem than whether or not he's going to have to deal with pets on board the Bus. Namely, his problem is Skye.

Or rather, how best to ask if she really does want to become part of S.H.I.E.L.D. He's fairly sure she's interested in becoming more than a consultant. If she is committed, he's pretty much her only option for Supervising Officer. After all... May has been stunningly in the background on this mission, Coulson has enough to do without taking on training, and no one else is likely going to take on Coulson's 'consultant'.

It's a problem.

Ward's in favor of straight-forward answers.

He raps on her door sharply, his hands already properly wrapped, a pair of boxing gloves slung over his shoulder. Since it is only her first day of training, he's going easy on her.

After all, he let her sleep in until 0530. It's practically afternoon.