Section One

Introduction

Welcome to parenting

May had no idea how she had been talked into taking on even one kid. Even if it was only for a few months. Now somehow she had been talked into three. At least they all seemed like nice kids, and technically speaking she wasn't taking care of any kids. She and Phil weren't married, they weren't even a couple despite everyone thinking differently. They were just roommates. She wasn't legally taking care of anyone

Still, she knew what she was agreeing to.

It wasn't that she had never wanted kids, but that was a long time ago. Things had changed she had just gone back to the field. It wasn't ideal timing. In fact, there was no longer an ideal or even logical timing.

Not that she could back out now. Not without finding a new place to live that way.

There was, of course, part of her that was excited.

A very small part that didn't come out very often these days.

It wasn't like the vast majority of her wasn't happy with the decision. Well, happy might not have been the right word but she didn't regret her decision.

Giving a few kids a home had to be a good decision. After all, that was what S.H.I.E.L.D was about. Helping people.

This program was about helping kids. Even if they were possibilities as the next generation of Agents and Superheroes.

She kept reminding herself that every time she thought about the fact that she was going to be caring for two ten-year-olds who could both take down a grown man in seconds and a six-year-old who could cause earthquakes with a flick of her wrist.

What had she gotten herself into?

Phil walked into the living room,

"That was my mom," he told her, she glanced up at him, "My sister and her husband are going on an undercover mission for a few months, and their daughter is coming to stay with us, or me but us, until they get back," May sighed,

"When does she get here?"

"Saturday, same as Barbara, Alphonso, and Daisy,"

"We need more beds," she exclaimed as she walked away.

Coulson had made a house plan before he had gone to sleep the night before. His plan was to put it on May's desk, unfortunately, she was not there.

"Where's May?" He asked Natasha and Clint,

"On a mission," Clint said,

"Barton, Romanoff, get off your desks,"

"Natasha wins!" Clint exclaimed, " I claimed it would take less than ten seconds because I have full faith in you,"

"It was misplaced faith,"

Coulson smiled at them,

"The fact that you're here means that there's a fist fight in the Avengers section doesn't it?" he asked. They nodded,

"You're supposed to be the earth's mightiest heroes, not a bunch of rebellious teenager's," he told them,

"Hey we are all over eighteen" Natasha defended

Coulson turned away and walked down the hall to the Avengers sector.

May had to admit it was a good house plan. It was insane but good. It wasn't the house plan that was insane. This whole thing was just insane. Of course, she had to wait until they were in the car on the way to the airport to decide this. Maybe she needed a bit of insanity. Or maybe Phil was just getting to her. At least their six-person Van would get some use. Although now she was questioning why they had a car for six people in the first place.

First, they had to pick up Barbara, Alphonso, and Daisy. Then they had to pick up Phil's niece Jemma. The closer they got to the Airport the more this seemed like a bad idea.

The first thing Coulson saw as they pulled into the airport parking lot was Fury's car. Which was a good sign. It meant they didn't have to search the airport. There was possibility they would have to search for Jemma but considering she called them when she had landed and told them her exact location, from the public phone in the airport, it would be easy to find her.

He pulled up next to Fury's vehicle. Outside the car, there were three children, which made sense. Two of them were significantly taller than the third. The shorter one looked much happier with the situation than the other two. May stepped out of the car first. Coulson got out after her.

"May, Coulson, this is Mack, Bobbi, and Daisy."

They all stayed mostly expressionless but the youngest kept some sort of sparkle in her eyes.

Two days later

The shield school building was large and new. Filled with modern building techniques and tens of thousands of people.

It was also had a boy named Lance Hunter.

He was the reason she was standing completely alone.

Bobbi, Mack, and Hunter had been friends for a long time. Then one day Hunter had done something stupid.

The man had clearly been on edge. Unfortunately for them he had been on edge and well dressed. They, of course, tried to talk him out of it, but of course he did it and of course, he got caught. They ran of course. They got away.

Then she had done something stupid.

In the moment it had seemed like a good idea. In retrospect punching, Hunter in the jaw was a bad idea.

She didn't remember much after that. Just that they knocked down a couple bystanders who tried to stop the fight, and eventually Mack pulled her away before she had the charge of second-degree murder.

Turns out all of that gave the man a chance to follow them. Lucky for them he was Shield, not FBI.

Mack was still mad at her and she wouldn't speak to Hunter right now if he was the last human being on earth.

She walked into her class. She found the desk with the name Barbara on it. She hated her full name.

She glanced at the name on the other desk.

Lance

She thought nothing of it. That was until Hunter walked in and sat next to her.

He glared at her and she glared back.

"See you dyed your hair," he noted, she squinted at him,

"I didn't," he glanced at her,

"Oh yeah you didn't, with the squinting it was kind of hard to tell,"

This would be fun.

Coulson sat in the van outside of the School. He was probably supposed to go pick up the children from inside the school. Was he? He had always taken the bus home growing up. Daisy and Jemma were probably too young to find the car on their own, but Bobbi and Mack. They were in fifth grade, but his van looked almost identical to the others. He opened the van door and walked the short distance to the school. He was going to get lost with all these halls. He walked towards the office.

Someone started knocking on the front door about halfway through a very awkward meal. May looked over at Phil. This was quite a normal occurrence on a Monday evening. May stood up desperate to get away from the silence of the dinner table.

She opened the door and found exactly what she expected. There next door neighbour's oldest son, Grant Ward.

The tale of the boys next door was unfortunately not a happy one.

Around the time that May and her now ex-husband had moved into the house so had John Garrett, his wife and his then-infant son.

After his wife had unfortunately passed in a car accident he had somehow had two more sons. The first –Trip– stayed with him every other week, the youngest had moved in a few months ago after his mother had passed away as well. Two or three times a week one of the boys from next door would show up with some insane problem that she or Phil needed to remedy.

"Fitz burned his hand on the stove and we were wondering if we could stay here until our dad gets home." May sighed internally. She nodded before turning around,

"I'll be back in a minute!" she yelled.

Jemma did not like it much around here. She was trying really hard not to let it show. She knew it was a lot of trouble to stay here and uncle Phil and Agent May were being very generous, but well,

This was a S.H.I.E.L.D controlled neighbourhood. Every house looked the same. Every person acted the same. It was very plain.

Plain was good sometimes. In somethings,

Sweaters,

Hairstyles,

Not neighbourhoods or people or schedules.

Also the other girl, Daisy she scared her, just a bit. Not Daisy herself but her powers. She hadn't gotten upset yet, which was apparently the only thing that caused it, so she didn't know how dangerous it was.

She also missed her parents. Undercover meant they couldn't call her and it was making her really homesick.

Seemingly however there was someone else from home right next door. A boy about her own age Leopold Fitz. She immediately recognized his accent as Scottish and had decided to sit next to him on the couch. Now they were sitting silently while everyone else talked. He reached out his hand to her,

"Fitz," he introduced, she was quite sure that was a last name. Which probably meant she was supposed to answer with hers as well.

"Simmons," she responded reaching out her hand.

AN:Carin: I'm sorry that this chapter was so everywhere, the next chapter will be better this one just sorta had a lot to cover and I'm not great at transition's. Also I'm sorry if there's inaccuracies with anything after season 3, but it's an AU so hopefully there won't be.