Most chapters in here will be based off of real-life events that I've had or seen (most of them within my own family). This first one is based off of myself (Simmons) and my best friend (Fitz).

~SimmonsButterflys

Disclaimer: Agent's of S.H.I.E.L.D. is not owned by me but I can dream.

When you're on a mission there are two things you have to do: First, bring a weapon. Second, Make sure that you assign someone in charge of preparing/bringing food. Now, out of these two the second is more commonly forgotten. Usually Coulson was good at remembering these two so he had no idea how he could forget to assign someone to food duty. Unfortunately, he had.

So we find the agents, 9:44 PM, tired, hungry, sleepy, and congratulating each other (and themselves) on a job well done. They all piled into the black car with its white S.H.I.E.L.D. symbol appearing like a ghost in the black of night. Skye flopped back against the seat and began to tug off her high-heeled boots, "Ugh, I can't feel my feet." She complained. (Which mission were they on? That, I'm afraid, is classified.) Ward swung his arm back and forth trying to get the sore feeling out of it while trying not to hit Fitz in the head. May proceeded to crack her knuckles, back, and neck; the noise made Jemma whence,

"Don't you know how bad that is for you?" she questioned, but got no answer. Fitz had laid his head on top of the back seat and closed his eyes. Coulson kept his eyes on the road. Everything was quiet for twenty minutes while everyone thought over what had just happened. Then, quite suddenly, Leo lifted his head up and opened his eyes,

"I'm feeling a bit peckish." He voiced to no one in particular. Just at that moment, everyone realized that they also were feeling "a bit peckish". Phil, never taking his eyes off of the road, asked:

"Well, who was in charge of bringing the food?"

Silence. Coulson glanced at his team in the car's review mirror. Everyone was looking at each other. He glanced at May, who was sitting in the passenger seat,

"Did I assign you to bring food?" he asked. May turned and looked at him with an expression that said 'do you remember the last time you asked me to bring to food?', "Alright then," The agent looked into the back, "Fitz?" the engineer looked up from the conversation he had been having with his fellow scientist,

"Huh?"

"Didn't I assign you to the snack duty?"

"…..I…don't…think so. Did he tell you to do it, Jemma?"

"No." Was the short reply the team received. That was all the proof Coulson needed from the bio-chemist. After all, she was a terrible liar. He next asked Skye and was answered by the shake of a head. Ward openly stated that he had heard no order that he was suppose to bring anything edible. There was a long pause, with the bus still a good 3 hours drive away it was no use just to try and hold up for the rest of the drive. Plus, Fitz got grumpy when he was hungry. So Phillip began to look around for a drive-through or something like that. Finally his eyes fell onto a McDonalds' and with a grin he pulled in. Skye looked up,

"Oh, thank goodness!" she exclaimed happily, "Food, glorious food!" Ward rolled his eyes at his team mate's drama. Simmons smiled and put her hand onto Fitz's arm, giving it a little squeeze. But, suddenly, Coulson put on the brakes. On the drive-through pole there hung a sign which read, Drive-through Closed for Repairs, Please order inside,

"Darn." Phil muttered as he turned into a parking space.

"Oh well," May voiced, "at least you get a break from driving."

The team all filed in. There were only a few people left inside and no one was in line. Fitz and Simmons were there in an instant. They ordered and then waited. When their food came they went and sat down across from each other. Jemma pulled out one of her two cheese burgers and Leo began to sip his milk shake.

"Didn't you get anything to eat?" The British-accented woman asked,

"No, I didn't bring much money." Fitz replied, "Besides, you don't need to eat much in order to survive…" Almost as soon as he finished his sentence Simmons had placed her second burger in front of him.

"We're not trying to survive, Fitz; we're trying to eat."

Skye sat in a booth next to Coulson with Grant and Malinda across from them. Skye and Ward had ordered the same thing, a big Mac. May was already munching on her salad and Phil ate his McChicken and milkshake in silence. Jemma had ordered a McFlurry with Reese's in it. As the two science buddies talked about stuff and monkeys the bio-chemist began to taste less and less of the Reese's. She looked down and noticed that there wasn't a single piece of Reese's anywhere in sight.

"Hey, Fitz, they've got a problem with their McFlurries." She said as she showed him her white ice cream.

"Well, you should just go to the manager and complain." Fitz said with a grin.

"I should." Fitz's smile faded,

"What?"

"I'm going to go complain to the manager!"

"Now?!"

"Yes, right now." As she spoke she rose from her seat and headed away from her table. Fitz shot upward and, after taking another gulp of milkshake, followed her as she walked rapidly toward the counter.

"Jemma," he breathed in a soothing way, "it's not worth it. Just leave it, Jemma!" Tossing all hopes of consoling his team mate Leo began to plea with her, "Jemma, look, listen to me leave it be! They're not going to change it! It's McDonalds'!" The bio-chemist turned and looked at her science buddy.

"Fitz, let it go, just, let it go! I can't hold it back any more! Let it go, or I'll turn away and slam the door! I don't care what you're going to say! I'm going to complain. It's a free country, anyway."

After this speech she walked towards the line and Fitz stood looking helpless. He was unsure if he should go and tell the rest of the team or if he should just 'let it go' as Jemma put it. Leo turned and began to walk back towards where Coulson, May, Skye, and Ward were sitting. He squeezed himself into the booth next to Coulson and briefly told them what had happened. May raised her eyebrows, Ward sighed, Skye choked on her milkshake and began coughing violently, and Coulson tried to help her while asking Fitz if he had tried talking to Simmons. When Leo nodded and Ward had handed Skye a drink Coulson looked around to see if he could spot the angered bio-chemist. Ah, there she was: one person away from the counter. Malinda followed his gaze and rose immediately. As if on cue, the remaining portion of the team trailed after her. They approached soon enough to hear her say,

"I'd like to speak with the manager." May turned to her Superior Officer with one eyebrow cocked upward,

"What now?" she asked. Skye voiced her thoughts,

"Couldn't you just, like, go over there and tell her not to? You are the head of this team after all." Coulson looked at her,

"Yes, I could. Unfortunately, she's already talking to the manager." The specialist, cavalry, hacker, and engineer all turned to see the enraged scientist placing her complaint,

Skye blinked, "That was fast."

"Hello," the bio-chemist said, "I am Agent Jemma Simmons of S.H.I.E.L.D. or the strategic homeland intervention, enforcement and logistics division. I have a complaint to make on the lack of Reese's in this McFlurry. When I order a McFlurry I fully expect to get a McFlurry, not a cup of vanilla ice cream topped with a few pieces of candy!" Here she slammed her cup down on the counter, causing the manager to start, "I fully expect an improvement, or I will taze you and make my own McFlurry while you drool on the carpet. IS THAT CLEAR?!" Coulson and Ward's eyebrows shot up simultaneously and Fitz facepalmed. May remained normal and Skye struggled with laughter,

"She stole my line." Phil muttered as the manager nodded violently. Jemma allowed a smile to creep over her lips as she took another bite of her vanilla ice cream,

"Thank you for your cooperation." She grinned and walked away past her team and out the door. Silence filled the room.

"So," Coulson breathed while clapping his hands, "everyone ready to head out?" Ward nodded and May began to leave the restaurant. Fitz walked over and picked up Jemma's abandoned purse and trash and silently cleared the table. Coulson watched before turning to see Skye walk up to the counter,

"Skye, it's time to go." He said,

"Yeah," she replied, "hang on; I'm just getting an Oreo McFlurry."

Later…

The manager resolved to do better with his McFlurry making. It had been a long, tough day. Quietly, he set down his hat and name tag on the bedside table. Manager Lee was prepared for a good night's sleep.

Elsewhere…

"Man," Skye muttered, "There aren't enough Oreos in this."

My family and I only have so many of these embarrassing problems so feel free to make a request. Up next: Coulson Has a Problem with...well, spoilers!

P.S. If you liked this please go (and maybe) check out my other Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. story: "On the Index".