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Classic Coulson

I hit the punching bag over and over, taking out my anger at the current situation. Mainly at Ward, the bastard. Can't believe I was so easily duped by him, so much so that he got me to sleep with him. I can't stand the thought that I ever shared a bed with that SOB.

I snapped my wrist back at the punching bag, and I felt a dull sting in my bandaged knuckles, but I didn't care. I thought back to my face-off with Ward, and that glorious moment when I finally knocked him out. It still somewhat irks me to know that he is right underneath my feet, in his cell here at the Playground.

Playground, what a name. Not sure what the Koenig's deal is with ridiculous names, but if that's the worst thing about this place, we're ok. The whole underground part is a little depressing, but not terrible.

I've been hard at work training Skye, and I'm very proud of her progress. I remember what she was like with Ward, she wasn't terribly eager to learn, and was always joking around. She takes her responsibilities much more seriously now. Whereas she will still crack a joke every now and then, it's not at her trainer's expense.

Usually her jokes are to brush off her mistakes. I remember the other day I was teaching her how to flip an opponent...

"No, Skye! Keep your balance on your dominant foot, or you'll fall on your face!" My enthusiastic student did as I told her, and shifted her weight to her right foot. "Good. Now, again. Take my arm..."

I showed her in slow motion to grab my arm while I stood behind her, and she tried to flip me, but her technique was terrible. Not to sound conceited, but I don't weigh much. Skye should at least be able to lift my feet off the ground.

I sighed. "Come on, I'll show you again." I told her to set herself up slightly behind me, and to watch closely. I swung my hands behind my head to grab her wrist, and snapped her forward, sending her tumbling to the ground, backside down.

She groaned, and I hoped I hadn't hurt her too bad. I held out a hand and helped the young agent up. "Did you see what I did?"

Skye swiped her slightly overgrown bangs out of her face. "You slammed me on the ground and just about broke my back?"

I rolled my eyes, but inwardly I was glad she didn't take failure in training too hard. "Well, yes," I said. "But no. I braced my body with my back and dominant foot, that will be your right foot. So show me your stance."

I stood back and watched as she set her foot up behind her. Her form was completely off. I stepped closer to her and started physically correcting her position. Her back knee was bent, so I straightened it, and she was slumped a little, so I took her shoulders and redirected them up, and pushed on her lower back to force it forward.

"There," I said, nodding in approval. "That position. Memorize it. I want to see you do it on your own next time."

I watched her nod, and I could tell she was making note of how the position felt. "Alright," I said, stepping toward her again. "Do what you know to do."

Skye took a breath, and in one swift motion, grabbed my wrist, and flung me over her shoulder. I didn't hit the ground the way she had before, I was able to land on my feet, but I was proud she finally got the maneuver down. "Good, Skye. Very good."

She smiled at my praise.

I smiled inwardly as I relived that memory, still standing in the gym alone. She was definitely a much improved version of herself than when she'd first come on the Bus. I remember how I much I distrusted the girl, how much I didn't want her on the team. I don't admit I'm wrong very often, but I was wrong about her.

I realized I had gotten quite tired from my workout, and decided to call it a night. I unwrapped my hands, and took a long drink from the water bottle, and took off for the lounge of the Playground. It was nice enough, as far as underground shelters go. There was wifi, which was a very big deal to Skye.

And Coulson too, for that matter. He would never tell a soul, but I've seen a few times him sneaking a peek at cat videos online on his phone. I considered ragging him about it, but decided to let it go. But I did wonder if anybody else had noticed.

As I sat down in a black leather chair in the lounge, I laid my head back and sighed. This is certainly not a miserable existence, not by a long shot. Sure, horrible things have happened, like Fitz's accident. But he's not dead, which is the important thing.

I decided to relax with some tai chi, so I stood up and planted my feet firmly on the ground. As I moved my arms slowly to an imaginary beat, I became aware of being watched. I didn't feel like I was in danger, so I ignored the feeling. I shut my eyes and imagined myself back home in my herb garden, surrounded by all the sweet-smelling plants.

I was deep in my imagination of the garden when I heard a familiar voice speak to me. "How much of your life do you think you've spent doing that?" I opened my eyes to face Coulson, who looked at me with a goofy grin on his face. I smirked a little. "Hey, you don't stay looking this young by doing Pilates. That stuff is a bunch of bull."

"Being Asian probably helps too," Coulson noted. I felt my face heat up a little, and I prayed my dark pigmentation would hide the blush that I knew was forming. I turned my face away from his a little. "Did I tell you Skye finally got her technique of flipping an opponent over?"

Coulson smirked. "No, but Skye told me how you nearly broke her back showing her that move."

I scoffed. "So I flipped her onto the ground a few times, how else is she going to learn?"

"Fair enough." Coulson took a seat. "I'm glad you're training her, May. She really looks up to you, you know."

I sat down in a chair next to Coulson. "Well, the last time she voiced that, she said she wished she knew how to use my 'hate-fu', as the technical term would apply," I added sarcastically.

He huffed a short laugh, then looked at me seriously in the eyes. "You ok?" He asked, in a concerned tone.

I appreciated his concern. "Yes Coulson, I'm fine. There's nothing going on that we can't fix. Director," I quipped, as I nudged him in the knee. He smiled, and got up from his chair. "Speaking of which," he said, "There's probably something I should be attending to."

I cocked my head, and decided, what the heck? "Would that 'something' happen to be online cat videos?"

He gave me a look, his eyebrow raised. "That's classified." He left with that, and not another word.

I allowed myself a small laugh. "Classic Coulson," I whispered.