Just a fluffy drabble, with big brother Ward, his three kid siblings, and a road trip.

"Are we lost?" Skye appears at Ward's shoulder, literally; her chin is physically resting on his shoulder. "I think we're lost."

"Skye. Put your seat belt back on. And, no, we're not lost."

"Really?" It's Simmons this time, although, thankfully, she stays in her seat.

"I find your lack of trust in me hurtful."

Simmons ignores him. "Fitz," she holds out her hand, "Give me the GPS."

Fitz glances sideways at Ward, who shakes his head.

"Simmons, you heard the man. We're not lost."

"Men," Jemma sighs, "Fine. I am going to sleep. Wake me up when we get there."

"If we get there," Skye adds and both women laugh.

"Are they asleep?" Ward asks in a low tone.

Fitz glances back into the backseat. "Yeah."

"In that case, will you pull up the GPS? We should have been there by now."

"Ha!" Skye yells, sitting up, startling Jemma awake, "I knew you were lost!"

Ward winces and barely avoids swerving the car into the other lane.

"Ok," Ward hands his credit card to the cashier, "No one tells Coulson or May, ok?"

The three kids nod at him from around mouthfuls of ice cream.

He was not above a little bribery.

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((Ward always wins the driving argument, but he is never allowed to navigate again. That job goes to Simmons, always.))