(The B.U.S.)

Lyra's POV.

[Lyra's Outfit]

As I stand in the landing bay, punching a boxing bad for sport with both fists with my earphones in connected to my phone strapped on my right upper arm although nothing is playing and in using them to block out background noise, the lab doors are open as Fitz shows Ward what they have decided to be the finalised version of the Night-night gun and Skye stand by.

"Sorry, Fitz. It's close, but it's just not right." I hear Ward apologises.

"Really? 'Cause agent Coulson and Lyra had no problems." Fitz admits.

"It's an ounce too heavy." Ward states.

"An ounce? Seriously?" Skye asks him, and at the sound of her voice I punch the punching bag creating a small tear, about two inches big, and sand slowly falls out of the year.

"For some people, it's the difference between success and failure." I tell them as I begin to unwrap the bandages on my right hand with my left hand.

"Exactly, when you're on a rooftop with a 15-mile-an-hour wind, your target is 500 yards away-" Ward tries to explain, but Fitz cuts him off.

"-Yeah, but we do have a rifle." Fitz points out.

"Lose the ounce." Ward tells Fitz before he begins to leave.

"Yeah, okay. On it." Fitz says as Ward walks away "'Lose the ounce. I'm Agent Grant Ward, and I can shoot the legs off a flea from 500 yards, as long as it's not windy.'" he impersonates Ward in a deep voice, making him and Skye laugh immaturely "Hey. That's a sound I haven't heard in a bit." He says to her.

"Yeah, well, you wouldn't be laughing a whole lot if you were living in Ward's and Lyra's doghouse." Skye says in a hush tone.

"You made the rounds, apologized to us all. What more can they ask?" Fitz agrees with her, also speaking in a hush tone.

"I don't know. I have been busting my ass, memorizing every S.H.I.E.L.D. protocol manual, following every order. 'Yes, sir.' 'No, sir.' I even let them tag me like a stray dog. I mean, I know I lied to you guys, but I was trying to protect my boyfriend." Skye explains.

"You know, we all make mistakes. And who ca-I don't care-Who cares about your ex-boyfriend?" Fitz lightly stutters as I finish unwrapping my right hand bandage and I begin to unwrap my left hand bandage with my right hand.

"It's not like I'm comparing Lyra and Ward to Miles, but at least with Miles, I didn't have to worry about passive-aggressive stuff. That's not it... There was no mind games. Mm. We spoke the same language, you know?" Skye asks Fitz

"Yeah. Yeah, a bit like we do." Fitz refers to Skye and himself.

"Totally. You and Simmons are so tight, it's like you're psychically linked." Skye says, referring to Fitz and Simmons.

"No, you... No. Actually, no. I don't think so." Fitz admits.

"So, Ward was here?" Simmons enters the lab "Let me guess... The night-night pistol again?" She asks them.

"Yeah. Oh, yeah, and he said it was off by an ounce." Fitz adds.

"Of course he did." Simmons scoffs "'I'm Agent Grant Ward, and I could rupture your spleen with my left pinky... Blindfolded!'" She impersonates Ward, making Skye laugh immaturely.

"That is dead on." Skye laughs, but immediatly stops when Ward walks back into the lab.

"Hey. Hustle up and grab your gear. We're on a mission." Ward tells us, but Skye, Fitz and Simmons can barely keep a straight face "Something funny?" He asks them, but none of them answer.

"Poor, silly Fitz. He mistakenly left a dummy round in the pistol. Should be proper now." Simmons picks up the Night-night gun with her right hand from the lab counter and hands Ward the Night-night gun, and Ward receives it with his right hand before checking the weight.

"Great. Thanks." Ward thanks Fitz and Simmons before he leaves again, and Skye, Fitz and Simmons all break out into laughter.

(Skip to A Scout Camp, Wrigley, Pennsylvania)

[Lyra's Outfit]

After Coulson explained our mission about a electrostatic anomaly in a Scout Camp in Pennsylvania in which we have just arrived Cloulson, May, Ward, myself, Skye, Fitz and Simmons walk through the Camp site where a few S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are gathering potential evidence around the camp.

"Troop leader's name was Adam Cross. Apparently, he said he heard something in the woods, went to check it out. That's where the electrostatic anomaly occurred." Coulson explains to us before we all spread out a few metres away from each other to look for anything extra-ordinary.

"What I don't understand is, usually, they're caused by a massive electrical storm..." Fitz trails off.

"... But there wasn't a storm within a thousand miles of here last night." Simmons finishes.

"This anomaly's different... It has a side effect we've never seen before." Couslon explains as we walk towards a truck with a burned hole in the hood, so I lift it open with my right hand to see the battery is gone... Possible upwards.

"The battery blew straight up through the hood." I say to them confused as I close the hood.

"Landed over here." Ward speaks up as he stands on the other side of the Camp with Skye by a tent, and battery from the truck is at their feet "Hell of a force to create that kind of trajectory." He comments as Skye peers over his shoulder, closely "What are you doing?" He asks her confused.

"I'm shadowing my supervising officer." Skye answers as I look near the battery and to a tree, where there are multiple scorch marks.

"Shadowing, not smothering." Ward states before he takes a few steps away from her "There's scorch marks all over that tree. Lucky the whole forest didn't burn down." He states.

"I don't get it. Seems to me like this electroshock thingy was some freak lightning strike. I mean, why call us? What's the big..." Skye trails off, chuckling immaturely as we aproach a dead Adam Cross as he levatates a few meters away from the Camp in the sky "... Oh. Never mind." She sighs.

[Adam Cross]

"So sad a man died this way... And yet, so amazing." Simmons says to us.

"Fitz, Simmons, any idea what could cause an effect like this?" I ask them as I try to figure out how he could be levitating as I look underneath him.

"There's the soliton hypothesis... Well, okay, judging by the horizontal... Perhaps, nanobatteries... Electrical discharge, it could be-" Fitz and Simmons both try to explain at the same time, but Coulson cuts them off.

"-Time. Let's try that again. Any idea what could cause an effect like this?" Coulson repeats my question.

"The hell if I know." Simmons says the same tume Fitz says "Uh, no, no clue."

"Seems to me like we're either dealing with some freak natural event or a new high-tech weapon." Ward suggests.

"Or could it be someone from your uber-secret index?" Skye suggests to Coulson and May.

"There's no one on the index with this type of power." May states.

"That we know of. I'll contact agent Blake at S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ, have him check it out. Whoever or whatever's responsible, we can't let this happen again." Coulson explains to us.

"Fitz, see his forehead? Look at that endothelial discoloration." Simmons tells him as she nears Cross.

"Yeah, same dispersal pattern as the strike on the truck. Could be an entry wound cauterized immediately." Fitz explains as Corss suddenly falls to the ground and stops levitating, making Simmons step away in shock "Freaky." He comments.

"Freaaaky." Simmons puts more emphasis into the word.

(Skip to The B.U.S.)

After arriving at back at The B.U.S., I sit in the lab opposite Simmons across her work station as she analyses Cross' brain, and Fitz us in the landing bay looking over the truck and battery from the Camp with the lab doors closed, but truly he doesn't want to be near Cross' dead body.

"So... Are you goning to forgive Skye any time soon?" Simmons asks me.

"It's not likely." I sigh at her.

"But she's apologised, what more can she do?" Simmon asks me confused.

"Give me time, at least?" I say to her "How close are you and Fitz?" I ask her, and she looks at me confused.

"We're best friends." Simmons sums up in a bright smile.

"And how would you feel ig he kept a secret from you as big as Skye kept from me, huh? It feels almost unforgiveable, and not just because we were friends, because she is my baby sister. Since we were put in foster care I have done everything to protect her, teach her and make sure she can have the best life I can give her, I love her." I explain to her, and she goes silent until Coulson walks in.

"Excellent timing, sir. I've been analyzing sagittal and coronal images of the victim's brain." Simmons explains to him.

"What's Fitz doing out there?" Coulson looks through the lab doors and to Fitz.

"He detected a strange energy coming off the body." Simmons uses Fitz excuse.

"He's afraid of it, isn't he?" Coulson asks us.

"Sure is." I say as I look at Cross' dead body.

"It's the smell!" Fitz calls as he looks at us.

"There's no shame in it, Fitz. It's perfectly natural to be afraid." I assure him.

"No, the only thing I'm afraid of is putrid, decaying flesh corrupting my pristine workspace." Fitz complains before he continues "Do you remember the last time you brought a dead thing into the lab?" He asks her.

"Oh, not the stupid cat again." Simmons turns and sighs at him.

"The cat." Fitz nods.

"And it's our lab, Fitz." Simmons corrects him.

"Tell them about the cat!" Fitz tells her.

"Not your lab." Simmons tells him.

"You left his liver next to my lunch!" Fitz shouts.

"Guys!" Coulson shouts, and Simmons turns back to Coulson "Can we please..." He refers to the body.

"Yes, sir. Um, as I was saying, this is the victim's brain." Simmons taps on the computer table, and a scan of Cross' brain comes up on the wall computer.

"Looks like a burnt, baked potato." Coulson comments.

"That's what happens when it's hit with close to 2,000 megajoules of electrostatic energy. That's almost double the power of a lightning bolt." I explain to him before May walks in.

"Kid's clean. You figure out why the body was floating?" May asks Simmons as she has just entered the kid to Jake, the Scout leader.

"Not yet. The molecular density of the victim was temporarily altered by an unknown energy source. I'm hoping to shed some light on its effects once I extract a brain-tissue sample." Simmons explains to us.

"It's happening again!" Fitz shouts as he holds an electronic tablet in his hands.

"It's science, Fitz! I have to dissect something." Simmons tells him.

"No, the satellite's picking up another electrostatic event not 20 kilometers from here." Fitz holds the electronic tablet up to the glass doors, showing us a map with a pin-point location.

(Skip to a Farm House, Wrigley, Pennsylvania)

Whilst Coulson, May, Ward and myself had taken the truck to the pin-point location in Wrigley where the other electrostatic event, back at The B.U.S. Fitz, Simmons and Skye are keeping up updated with information on the electrostatic event.

"Fitz, what's the latest reading?" Coulson asks him over coms as he sits in the passenger seat, May drives, I sit behind May and Ward sits behind Coulson.

"We're at 324 megajoules and growing stronger. Dangerous territory, sir." Fitz informs us.

"There's a farmhouse a mile North of you, right at the center of the signal. That's got to be it." Skye tells us.

"Skye, dig up everything you can on whoever lives at that farm. We need to know who we're dealing with." Coulson tells her.

"Um... It's gone." Fitz tells us.

"What's gone?" I ask him confused.

"The electrostatic signal. It seemed to pulse, then disappear." Fitz explains.

"We need a shortcut." Coulson says to May.

May then gives a curt nod before she makes a detour into the forest field, and she swerves through the trees until we come across the Farm House. May then pulls the truck over and turns the ignition off before we all climb out of the truck. We then all take out our guns before approach the Farm House, and Coulson uses his left hand to push on the two double doors, but they don't budge.

"Door's barred from the inside." Coulson tells us.

"Hayloft's open." Ward looks up at the upper level window.

"We could ram it with the truck." Coulson suggests, but I swiftly do a right high kick against the double doors, breaking whatever was barracading the doors "Or..." He trails off in reference to myself kicking the door open. We then all walk inside with hesitation before looking up, and there is a man levitating above us just like back at The Scout Camp.

[Frank Whalen]

"Scan the perimeter. Whoever did this couldn't have gotten far." Coulson orders myself and Ward. Ward then takes the right side of the Farm House as I take the left, and I search for footprints on the ground and any move in the trees, but I find nothing as I meet up with Ward around the back of the Farm House.

"I got nothing." Ward states.

"Me neither." I say to him as we walks back around to the front of the Farm House, and we re-enter the Farm House to see May on the upper level with an electronic tablet in her right hand as she tries to get a closer look at the body.

"No sign of anyone, no tracks, no vehicles down the road." Ward informs Coulson.

"Skye, we need real-time S.A.T. surveillance on this area right now." Coulson tells her.

"Hang on..." Skye trails off "... I think I found something you might want to see first. Sending it over now. The guy who owns the farm's name is Frank Whalen. He's a volunteer firefighter at the same station house as our first victim, Adam Cross." She explains to us as May looks at the information on the electronic tablet she is holding.

"Our two victims knew each other." Ward states.

"They were both responders when the aliens crashed New York." Skye adds.

"Two victims from the same firehouse found in the same weird way. We're looking for a killer." I say to them.

(Wrigley Fire Station, Wrigley Pennsylvania)

Whilst Coulson, May, Ward and myself make our way to Wrigley Fire Station where the two Firemen whom had previously worked there as Fitz, Simmons and Skye are investigating the dead body at the Farm House.

"Skye, what did you find out about the firehouse?" Coulson asks her over coms as he sits in the passenger seat, May drives, Ward sits behind Coulson and I sit behind May.

"It turns out they sent an engine to New York with a dozen volunteers after the Chitauri invasion, including Cross and Whalen. Maybe it has something to do with why they were targeted?" Skye suggests.

"Or how they were killed." Ward states.

"You mean like... An alien weapon?" Skye asks us.

"We don't know that. Let's just make sure we get to those firefighters before anyone else does." Coulson says.

After arriving outside of Wrigley Fire Station, Coulson steps outside of the truck with May, Ward and myself following as we approach an open shutter revealing four men sitting at a table playing poker between two Fire Trucks.

"Evening, gentlemen. Agent Phil Coulson with S.H.I.E.L.D. we were on the ground with you in New York." Coulson quickly takes his badge out of his left inner jacket pocket with his right hand, and he shows the men his badge before placing back in the same pocket.

"S.H.I.E.L.D., right. What's this all about?" One of the men rise from the far left side of the table.

"We'd like to ask you a few questions, take a look around. Ward, May." Coulson says to them, and Ward goes through a far left door inside of the station, and May takes the far right door inside the station.

"Hey, guys. What's, uh... What's going on? What are you looking for?" A man with a cold sweat steps out of the hallway in the middle of the Fire Station.

[Tony Diaz]

"I'm afraid we had found a previous volunteer for this Station deceased earlier, Frank Whalen." I explain to them.

"What do you mean? Frankie's dead?" The first man whom spoke to us asks sadly.

"We're very sorry for your loss." I apologise.

"You know how it happened?" The second man whom spoke to us asks us.

"The same way your other friend, Mr. Cross, died the day before." Coulson explains.

"Which was how, exactly?" The second man whom spoke to us asks us for more information as he turns pale.

"I'm sorry. Your name is...?" Coulson ignores the mans' question and asks his own.

"Tony. Tony Diaz." The second man whom spoke to us introduces himself.

"You okay, Mr. Diaz?" I ask him cautiously.

"Actually, uh... I'm actually not feeling so hot." Diaz begins to back out of the room and into the hallway he came from.

"Ward, cover the back door. Nobody comes in or out." Coulson says over coms before Coulson and myself rush after where Diaz had left, and we find him in a kitchen as he looks around confused.

"That humming noise, you hear that?" Diaz asks us as I wrest my right hand over my gun in its holster.

"No. I don't. Were you in New York with Mr. Cross and Mr. Whalen after the Chitauri invasion?" Coulson asks Diaz.

"Come on. You don't hear that? It's driving me nuts." Diaz sighs tiredly.

"Mr. Diaz, are you with me?" Coulson asks him before a cooking pot begins to levitate behind Diaz on the kitchen counter, and I swiftly take out my gun from it's holster and aim it at Diaz's chest.

"Whatever you're doing, make it stop." I warn Diaz as he raises his hands in surrender.

"I-I'm not doing anything!" Diaz tells us short of breath.

"Where's the weapon?" I demand.

"The what?" Diaz asks me confused.

"Coulson, I found it. It's a Chitauri helmet. Fitz, Simmons, are you seeing this?" May asks them as she must be showing them some type of photo or live video footage from her location.

"It's not a weapon, yet it caused a cranial discharge." Simmons explains.

"What are you doing with the helmet?" Coulson demands and answer from Diaz.

"What, the-the alien thing? I-It's a souvenir." Diaz answers before blue-like electricity zaps the levitating pot, and it drops the floor with a clank "Aah! Not again!" He says upset as he looks at the pot on the floor.

"Answer the question, Mr. Diaz. What are you doing with the helmet?" I repeat the question.

"The first time anyone's touched it since New York was a couple nights ago." Diaz admits.

"Why?" Coulson asks him confused.

"It had rust all over it. We were cleaning it." Tony explains.

"That wasn't rust. May, don't touch it! Sir, he's not using a weapon. He's infected. I think the helmet was the source of an alien virus." Simmons explains to us as I slwoly lower my gun. It isn't his fault.

"All we did was clean it, I swear. Me, Frankie, and Adam we-we were bored on the third shift, so-so we decided to clean it." Diaz explains as May, Ward and the other men arrive in the kitchen behind Coulson and myself "Adam and Frankie..." He trails off upset.

"Mr. Diaz, their deaths weren't your fault. None to this is your fault." I assure him.

"Sir, he's at 600 megajoules and climbing." Simmons states, but Coulson doesnt reply as Diaz begins to daze off.

"Diaz." I speak, and he looks up at me "Evrythings going to be alright, you can let go." I show him a kind smile.

"Clear out." Coulson says as he, May, Ward and the other men begin to leave "Lyra." He warns me, and I place my gun back irons it's holster with my right hand, and I hear hesitant footsteps fade.

"You can let go, Diaz." I show him a kind smile.

"I can let go?" Diaz asks with a small smile.

"Yes." I assure him before I begin to back out the room before I am out of his eyesight, and I begin to walk out of the Fire Station, and one I arrive outside Coulson, May, Ward and the four men look at me before I slowly turn around to watch the doorways and windows flash a light electric blue, before it slowly dims down.

After morning came and as a few dozen S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are explaining to the four men about upcoming events due to last night's situation, Fitz is scanning Coulson, May, Ward and myself over with an Electrostatic Energy Tracer as he looks for any signs that we may be infected whilst Simmons and Skye stand about twenty feet away from us.

"All clean, no traces of electrostatic energy." Fitz assures Coulson, May, Ward and myself as he moves the Electrostatic Energy Tracer away from us.

"What about the other firefighters?" Skye asks us.

"They'll be quarantined and observed at a S.H.I.E.L.D. Biohazard Facility." Simmons explains to her.

"Um, anyone else notice they're putting the infected alien thing on our truck?" Skye asks us, and we all lool to the van Fitz, Simmons and Skye arrived it to see two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in Hazmat suits placing the Trophied Chitauri Helmet into the back of the van.

[Trophied Chitauri Helmet]

"We're flying it to the Sandbox." Coulson states.

"Sandbox?" Skye looks to him confused.

"It's a S.H.I.E.L.D. research facility across the Atlantic. They specialize in hazardous materials." Simmons explains.

"If what you suspect is true, that this is a virus, then those firefighters could be infected, and they're gonna need a cure. Find one." Coulson orders Simmons.

"Yes, sir." Simmons assures him.

(Skip to The B.U.S.)

After arriving back at the B.U.S., Coulson and Fitz had talked to Simmons in the lab as she explained how the virus is transferred through electrostatic shocks, and when a lab tool began levitating near her, both Coulson and Fitz immediately locked her in quarantine in the lab as she must have caught the virus from Cross, the first victim. And right now Coulson has called himself, May, Ward, myself, Fitz and Skye to discuss Simmons situation in the landing bay as she watches us through the lab doors, and Fitz leans his back against the glass door near Simmons as he plays with a small took in his hands, quietly.

"Simmons believes she contracted the virus approximately 36 hours ago when she received an electrostatic shock from the first victim." Coulson explains to us.

"How much time does she have?" Skye asks him.

"Based on when the firemen were infected, how quickly their symptoms manifested... Two hours at most." Coulson answers.

"That's enough time, right? I mean, S.H.I.E.L.D. has dozens of labs and scientists working on this thing, don't they?" Skye asks him.

"They do." Coulson nods before he looks to May "How soon can you get us on the ground?" He asks May.

"Three hours. Our path to the Sandbox has us right in the middle of the Atlantic." May states.

"Sir, correct me if I'm wrong, but if we can't land in time..." Ward trails off, unsure whether or not to say what we're all thinking.

"... Simmons will release a pulse that will blow this plane right out of the sky." Coulson finishes for Ward.

"We can't just sit here and watch her die. We have to do something." Skye says to us.

"There's only one person on this plane capable of finding a solution for this, and I'm willing to bet my life that she will. Right now we just need to find anything that could help her, and wait." Coulson says before we all look over at Simmons.

"She's just a kid." May sighs.

As I sit sit in my closed bunk on my bed cross-legged with my glasses on as I research on everything i can find about Chitauri Technology and findings with the S.H.I.E.L.D. intel I have access to and across the internet on an electronic tablet in my hands as I listen to Mr. Sandman by The Chordettes through my ear phones that are plugged into the electronic tablet. My bunk door is then suddenly slid open, and I look up to see Ward so I pull out my ear phones.

[Lyras Outfit]

"I knocked." Ward tells me.

"Sorry, sometimes the louder it is the more I can concentrate." I admit as I look back down at the electronic tablet in my hands with a light sigh.

"May I?" Ward motions in question to sit at the foot of my bed.

"Sure." I sigh, but spare a short glance at him as he sits.

"I found nothing in any of the S.H.I.E.L.D. files, all up to my ranking. I couldn't find anything." Ward admits.

"I couldn't find anything on S.H.I.E.L.D., either. So i'm looking into missing or found Chitauri tech, anything strange people have asked their friends or family for over phone calls, texts, emails, even Facebook, you name it." I explain to him as I continue to look at the electronic tablet in my hands.

"So, your hacking." Ward says to me, and I look up at him feeling wrongly accused.

"I don't hack, I research." I correct him.

"Your researching into citizen's private and locked data, it's called hacking." Ward smiles at me.

"Look, Police don't-" I cut myself off as I realise what I said "I don't hack, I do my job. I do what is necessary to get the job done, even if it means bending the rules sometimes. And studies show that most of the worlds population are criminals, so they're not all innocent." I explain to him.

"Do you miss being an Officer?" Ward asks me.

"... Yes... And no." I answer thoughtfully "I liked the vacation, I didn't like the long-term of doing nothing." I admit.

"Was it worth giving it all up?" Ward asks me, but I hesitate to answer.

Suddenly there's a large crash from down from the lower deck in the landing bay, so I put the electronic tablet down before we both rub down to the landing bay, Where Coulson, May and Skye have also just arrived, and we all lool into the quarantined lab to see both Fitz and Simmons working on the Chitauri Helmet. Now it's both of their lives on the line.

Over the past hour both Fitz and Simmons continue to mix samples of the Chitauri Helmet in petri dishes and viles, and so far they have created two negative anti-serums into two of the three lab mice that they have in seperate cages. Fitz then takes a small vile filled with a purple liquid in his right hand before he places it into the Anti-Serum Delivery Mechanism which he holds in his left hand before he puts it down on the table. Fitz then slips on a pair of rubber gloves, his left hand then his right hand, as he mutters somrthing to Simmoms before he picks up the Anti-Serum Delivery Mechanism with his right hand and he walks over to the final lab mouse, the only one alive, and he takes the mouse of its cage with his left hand before he injects the anti-serum into the mouse, and he slowly places it back into the cage

[Anti-Serum Delivery Mechanism]

"I can't breath." Skye says worryingly, but a few seconds pass and the mouse remains stable.

Fitz and Simmons then turn to each other, smiling in victory, but she victory soon fades as the mouse spasms and sends a small shockwave in it's cage before it dies and begins to levitate in its cage. Simmons then slowly approaches the glass door where Coulson is standing on the opposite side, and she looks up at him with tears in her eyes.

"Sir, I know the protocol in these circumstances, but could you please tell my dad first?" Simmons asks him before slowly continuing "I just think my Mum would take it better i-if it comes from him." Her voice breaks slightly.

"We're not there yet. There's still time." Coulson assures her.

"Sir, please." Simmons says to him, but he hesitates to answer.

"I'll tell them, Jemma." I assure her, and she spares a small smile my way.

"Would you mind if I had a brief moment alone with Fitz?" Simmons looks at us all individually as she tries to smile over her tears falling past her cheeks.

"Come on. Let's go." Coulson tells us as Skye begins to sob, and May comforts her with her left arm around her shoulders, and I walk past her and up the stairs before everyone else.

After Coulson, May, Ward, myself and Skye arrive in the briefing room, on the way May had just been on her cellphone talking to someone back at H.Q.

"Agent Blake is on the line. He wants to know what's going on. If you won't answer, he asked for Ward." May informs Coulson.

"Sir... What are our orders?" Ward asks him, and Coulson slowly turns to look at us.

"... They're unchanged." Coulson tells us just before an Alarm begins to tanoid throughout The B.U.S.

"What is that?" Skye asks Coulson confused, and May begins to type on the table computer.

"Someone's lowering the cargo-hold ramp." May tells us, and Ward automatically sprints off down to the lab.

After finding put that Simmons had knocked Fitz out and she decided to jump out of the landing bay, Fitz had woke up as ward arrived down into the lab and informed him just before Simmons knocked him out, that he may have found the positive anti-serum. So Ward took the possibility of the anti-serum being positive and grabbed a parashoot before jumping out of the landing bay, and thankfully he was able to catch Simmons and inject her with the anti-serum in the air before they both landed safely on the ground with the help of Wards parashoot.