SHIELD Girls Night Out




The ding of the microwave signaled that the device's work was complete.

Simmons smiled showing off her pearly white teeth as she came close to the
silver microwave. She leaned in to take a whiff of the rich aroma of her
finished popcorn, a smell of buttered and salted goodness. Jemma's eyes though
did stray from her bag of popcorn to notice that the microwave was logo'd with
the SHIELD emblem. It caused the British scientist to wonder, do they put
their logo on...everything? It was then the dark haired brunette remembered
the tiny eagle emblem on her microscope. She chuckled lightly as she opened
the door, retrieving her popcorn bag with the usual mutterings of, 'hot',
'hot', and then dumping the contents of the steaming bag into a large plastic
bowl.

"You're in a good mood."

Jemma looked over her shoulder to see Skye entering the kitchen area. As usual
the attractive brunette hacker was pounding away with her thumbs on a device.
Simmons wondered if it was rule for hackers to never be without any electronic
device. Her abstract thoughts of the rules of conduct for hackers switched to
taking in the sight of her friend and team member. Skye's stylized curled hair
went down to her shoulders and she was dressed quite casually in a dark blue
SHIELD Tee. Logo'd again, Simmons thought with a smile. The hacker had
completed her look with some short shorts. The bum hugging shorts exposed
Skye's long bare legs which ended in a pair of ankle socks for her feet.

"Well we don't have any missions, Fitz has gone out with the boys for their
'night out', and it's Saturday...", Simmons began to hum the familiar theme of
a long running British science fiction show. Skye laughed.

"I know, half my net crowd has disappeared to catch the new episode." Skye
replied with a smile, "I expect a host of tweets and complaints about the
tweets being spoilers soon enough."

Simmons having finished her popcorn prep turned with the bow in hand to face
Skye. It always amazed the hacker how well Simmons pulled off the hot geek
look. Her hair was tied back in the usual Simmons's ponytail while she wore a
thin white blouse which had the first couple buttons undone showing off a bit
of her pale but fair skin. Like Skye, Jemma had on a pair of shorts ones more
fashionable than the simple pair Skye wore. Simmons too was looking classy and
sexy showing off her long legs in her black tights. Like Skye, Simmons was
moving around the Bus in her stocking feet.

"Sure you don't want to join me?" Jemma asked Skye, "It's not a bother at
all."

Skye shook her head, "When we see half the things we do, TV scifi doesn't
quite do it for me anymore."

"Well if you get bored." Simmons told her in the pleasant accent that made
Jemma adorable.

"I know where to find you." Skye replied as she raided the fridge for a Coke.

The two parted ways not knowing they were being watched. Tucked away in the
recess of the Bus was an intruder. They had sneaked aboard last time the Bus
had landed for fuel. Hiding for hours she waited patiently for the Bus to come
to a stop for more than a few hours and for the majority of its occupants to
be away. Watching on a small computer pad, the Intruder focused on the screen
as the two ladies moved to their respective areas. Simmons towards her lab,
Skye to her room on the converted transport plane. A third screen on the
computer showed the cargo area, where a woman of Asian descent was practicing
in some stretching. This was May who with the departure of her fellow team
members the highest ranking SHIELD Agent on the Bus. She was also the most
dangerous. However the figure watching the three SHIELD Agents on her hacked
security feed wouldn't be moving against May first.

No, I'll deal with the others first. They're easy to neutralize and I wouldn't
want them to get lucky and catch me off guard while I deal with May. The three
girls had no idea that their girl's night was going to have an additional
member.

..............................

Skye entered the small cabin area that was her room on the Bus. It hadn't
taken long for the hacker to style the place to her liking. Some various
posters that supported freedom of information websites and movements dotted
the walls. Various computer equipment was scattered about the space, some of
it from SHIELD the rest her own jury-rigged gear from Skye's days as a
freelancer hacker. Although her days with Rising Tyde were over, Skye couldn't
help but notice that her room was very much like her old van. Of course the
van wasn't this nice, she decided plopping onto her comfy bed which also
worked as a sofa.

Skye was indeed looking forward to the quiet night that the SHIELD team under
Agent Coulson had managed to get. While the boys were out doing whatever they
had decided on for 'Boys Night Out', Skye got a chance to catch up on some
important personal work. The young lady grabbed her laptop from where it sat
at the end of the bed. The device was almost done running the firewall breaker
she had set before going out to the kitchen to get her Coke.

Despite the good work she did with SHIELD, Skye felt that she had let her
whistle-blowing campaign of revealing what the world's shady forces were up to
on the net had fallen behind. While SHIELD had shown her that somethings
needed to be kept secret others, like a multinational company's hiding of
illegal chemical dumping in Southeastern China, did not. Skye's program beeped
with success as it cracked through the company in question's digital security.

"Excellent ... " she smiled her lips curling up with satisfaction. A few
commands typed into the keyboard sent her second program, The Golden Snitch,
into the secret files of the company. If everything went reasonable well Skye
would have internal memos and documents that would be damn near impossible for
the company to deny.

I'll throw these on the hacker boards, link 'em to CNN, MSNBC, hell Fox just
for the trolling value, and watch justice be served, Skye leaned back as she
imagined the public reaction. There would probably be a slight scolding by
Agent Coulson over her actions in the future. Skye had used some SHIELD
computer tricks to pull of the crime, but it would be a mild one from the
friendly agent. I'll probably just be tasked with defragging the Bus's
mainframe or forced to do several hours of training with Ward. They were
prices the lass were willing to pay in the name of social justice.

The sudden darkness of her computer caused Skye's happy thoughts to turn sour
as she mumbled, "What the hell?"

She pushed some controls and the laptop wouldn't respond. Skye didn't
understand it, her computer had been fine. She would have to renounce her
status as an elite hacker if she had allowed some hardware or software issue
to go addressed. She physical inspected it and found that low power light
flashing. This puzzled Skye as she had always charged the device when
possible. Not wanting to lose any info her data mining program had found, she
got up and pulled over a charging cord to plug into the laptop.

"I so don't need this right now." She told the computer, "You better have not
lost anything ... "

Skye plugged the cord into the power slot and that's when multiple things
happened at once. The virus, hidden in the computer, detected the attachment
of the power cord. It followed its programming and caused the computer to draw
far more power than it had ever been designed for. It surged this energy from
the Bus's internal power systems into a very calculated release that was
directed right at Skye. The whole process had taken less than three seconds.

Skye's eyes widened as she felt arcs of electricity shooting out and touching
her body, "AHHHHH ... ... ... ... .." the sudden shock caused the scream in
her voice to suddenly become trapped.

Her head titled back as the electricity coursed through her lovely form. Neck
exposed she let out a silent moan as the power, about the same as a tazer
shot, worked to disable her. The charge was quick and efficient, just the
right amount of power for the right amount of time. The electricity cut off
and Skye's grip on her laptop loosened. The plastic and metal device smoked
having been fried by the attack and fell off Skye's lap onto the floor.

The hacker's once rigid body went slack as the electricity stopped going
through her body. Her eyes were nearly closed as Skye fell back onto her bed.
A pile of pillows that had been supporting her head and shoulders now
cushioned the brunette's fall. One of Skye's arms landed on her stomach
resting gently while the other fell off her lap and landed on the bed. Skye's
head settled on the pillow, resting on her right cheek. Her lips parted
slightly as a quiet moan escaped the hacker's lips.

She was still conscious but barely. What ... was that ... I ... can't ... move
... barely think, Skye tried to focus but she was too weak. Her limbs and body
were limp and a dull tingle resided in them from the shock. Her eyes were
struggling to stay open but they did catch the adjustment of one of the
ceiling panels above. Skye's vision was blurry but she picked up a shape
dropping from the ceiling. Weakly she tried to speak, to call for Jemma or May
but realized that it was useless. Even if she could raise her voice enough to
call out, the two women would be in different parts of the aircraft, sealed
behind sound defending walls.

While she couldn't make out the figure Skye could hear her speaking, "Just
relax hacker queen. Don't mind this stray."

The voice was feminine but Skye didn't recognize it. She didn't have much time
to process it at all as unconsciousness finally claimed her. A gentle sigh
left her pretty lips as the hacker passed out in her bed.

The intruder smiled as she reached for her belt. Taking a small injector she
placed it on Skye's thigh. A gentle press caused a small amount of sedative to
be given to the hacker. A slight sigh left Skye's lips as she was affected by
the drug. Combined with the powerful shock she had received, Skye would be out
like a light. The intruder smiled under her mask as she quietly said to
herself, "One down."

.............................

"Bugger."

Simmons had dropped some of her popcorn on the floor of the laboratory. For a
moment she considered cleaning up the stray white popped kernels but put that
thought away with, "I can always get it during the commercials." Jemma
completed her decision with the snacking of a fresh popcorn kernel from her
bowl.

She had already tuned the big lab display into BBC America. Commercials were
playing but in just a few moments Jemma would be treated to her favorite show.
She had everything needed for a viewing of Doctor Who. Popcorn, check; drink,
check; online link to Whovians,Simmons looked to the chat room she had opened
on her tablet computer to discuss the episode as it aired, check.

Settling into her tall cushioned lab seat, Simmons crossed her stocking clad
legs, and watched as the opening scene played. As she faced the big screen,
Simmons didn't see she wasn't alone in catching the opening credits. Walking
towards the Bus's lab, the Intruder who had disabled Skye now had her eyes set
on Simmons. Carefully moving on her feet, the Intruder first went over to a
control panel built into the side of the aircraft. A quick command code stolen
from SHIELD overwrote the door to the lab's security, a thick plastic barrier.
She engaged the contamination controls which now locked even the good Dr.
Simmons's access codes out. Only slumbering hacker upstairs had a chance to
override it.

The intruder then entered in one more command which activated another part of
the quarantine system. She leaned back against the curved wall to sit back and
enjoy the show. Inside the lab Simmons was leaning forwards wondering what the
combination of Clara, the Doctor, and Amy Pond meant for this episode when the
screen cut out and flashing warning symbols appeared.

"QUARANTINE PROTOCOLS INITIATED." A loud computer voice announced.

"What?" Simmons asked with her usual air of elegance, even though she was a
little miffed that her viewing was being interrupted. The scientist looked
around wondering what was causing the Bus's computer systems to go into the
safety protocols. She had been careful to make sure no active experiments,
biological samples, technological devices, or otherwise any business related
items could interrupt her show.

What the bloody hell is going on? Simmons thought as she went over to a
computer. Entering her access code she prepared to disengage the quarantine. A
BLOCKED USER message appeared on the screen. Additional information revealed
that the quarantine level was one that would be problematic.

"Damn it." Simmons hissed as she went for the door. The thick reinforced clear
plastic barrier was locked tight under the protocols. She punched her
emergency override code again hoping that whatever computer error was causing
all this would allow her code to work. Simmons's fears though were confirmed
though when the code was regretted.

"CODE DENIED, LEVEL 6 QUARANTINE PROTOCOLS IN EFFECT" the computer hissed at
her, as if the thing was annoyed.

Simmons banged on the door yelling, "Help! Somebody, May! Skye!"

As she banged the scientist finally noticed she wasn't alone. A figure was
leaning against the fuselage in the shadows watching her. At first Jemma was
so determined to get out she didn't consider what this stranger was doing
there, she just yelled, "Please help me out, something's wrong with the
computer!"

The figure smiled, white teeth being the one light spot on her obscured form,
"I don't think so."

It was then Jemma began wondering what was going on, who the woman was, and
why the person was here. She was about to ask those questions when the sounds
of whirling fans kicked on. Jemma's eyes widened and she spun on her stocking
heels to see the white mist begin entering the sealed lab.

"Quarantine protocol six", the stranger spoke, "Locks down the lab, and pumps
in a sedative gas that causes any infected personnel inside to take a little
nap."

Simmons knew all this which was why she wanted to escape the lab. The white
mist would have been strong enough to take down someone twice her size and
weight. The petite and pretty scientist didn't stand a chance against the
slumbering mist. Simmons banged on the barrier again but her pounding was
useless. She wasn't Steve Rodgers or Carol Danvers; Simmons couldn't rip off
her blouse to reveal a red & yellow S either. Would be real useful right now,
Jemma absently mindedly thought.

The first whiffs of the white misty gas came, drifting over her face. It
tickled Simmons's nose which caused her to cutely winkle her face. The
reaction surprised her but Jemma's built in curiosity was soon replaced with a
cough as the gas began to enter her lungs. Jemma tried to pull her collar up
to cover her mouth and nose but the effort was futile. The gas seemed to be
taking its sweet time to cover her more thoroughly because it was hanging
close to the ceiling and slowly descending down only faint tracing coming
across her face.

Jemma coughed again still covering her mouth to try and keep away the gas but
it was a losing battle. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew the gas
also worked through skin contact. Each drop touching her was making the pretty
Brit woozier with each moment. In fact Simmons felt the effects growing
stronger as her stocking clad legs stumbled a bit. She continued to try and
cover her face but at the same time lean against one of the lab tables for
support. Knowing she needed to escape before she grew even weaker, Simmons
stumbled over to the barrier. Pressing herself against it Jemma fruitlessly
pounded on the barrier.

"Please ... help ... me." She struggled to say between gas induced coughs.

The intruder walked out and now Simmons could see that she was dressed for no
good. A black catsuit hugged her body, which Simmons randomly thought was very
good looking on the intruder's form. Her suit had some white highlights in the
form of fur which was almost hair like. These pieces were at the gloves and
boots. A black mask concealed her identity but the white hair was a dead
giveaway ... if Simmons knew who she was. Simmons coughed again as more of the
gas now filled the lab. It fogged up the room making her escape impossible
now.

"Just sleep my pretty egghead ... " the intruder softly cooed as she watched
with a smile.

Simmons rolled against the barrier so that her back was to the intruder. Her
hands hand fallen from her face as the gas had sapped too much of her
strength. Her eyes struggled to stay focused and opened as her body began to
slip down. Slowly, her stocking clad legs were giving out, having just enough
strength to keep her from falling right to her butt, but not enough to keep
her upright. With a groan Jemma settled into a sitting position against the
partition. Her legs were slowly moving over one another with a quiet swish of
nylon rubbing as she stirred. She lacked the energy to do more than that as
the gas now had completely filled the compartment. Quiet coughs racked Simmons
as her head lolled, trying to fight the sleep, which so strongly wanted to
claim her. Her arms hung at her sides lying limply on the cold metal of the
aircraft floor.

The intruder leaned against the barrier with a forearm, watching from the
other side. Looking down at the limp form of Simmons, the Intruder smirked as
she said, "Two down, one to go."

"Two ... ." Simmons mumbled able to hear her through the speaker attached to
the barrier. It was her last words of the night as she settled into her
sleeping position. Simmons's head came to rest on her shoulder, her ponytail
caught on her shoulder, blouse slightly ajar revealing a peak at her bra. Her
eyes closed while her lips gently parted with a sigh. They closed slowly as
the lovely brainac fell into a deep slumber.

The intruder moved off the barrier and headed towards the rear of the
aircraft. It was time to meet her final quarry of the night.

.........................

A kick was thrown at thin air but May imagined she was shoving it into the
face of some luckless guard who had challenged her.

The veteran SHIELD Agent had her fists pulled back and tight against her chest
in a ready stance. As she brought her foot down from the kick, May shot out a
lighting fast punch. It was a blur and would have gotten past just about
anyone's defenses. Only Black Widow ever seemed to be quick enough, May
thought with a smile to block that punch. She proceeded to engage in some more
kicks, punches, and maneuvers to counter her invisible adversaries. After a
few more of these practiced attacks she finished her routine. May took a
breath and began to perform some cool down stretches.

She was dressed for a workout wearing only a black sports bra for her top. Her
skin glistened with some sweat from the workout but it just made her seem more
sexy. May had tied her hair back in a ponytail for the exercise but now let it
flow freely to its normal shoulder length. A pair of leggings that went down
to her knees covered May's legs while some sneakers had cushioned her feet.
Once she was done with the stretches, May got up and grabbed her black long
sleeved athletic top. The tight fabric slid over her upper body, becoming
almost a second skin. The breathable fabric was comfortable despite its form
fit. Once she had it on, May took a swig from the water bottle she had been
drinking from all during her workout. Icy cold, it had been in the fridge the
whole day, waiting for her evening workout. Absentmindedly she glanced down to
look at her shirt and noticed the light grey SHIELD logo just above the right
breast.

"Simmons is right; they do put the logo on everything."

May spun around on her heels at the voice. Without thinking twice she pulled
her arm back and tossed the water bottle at the intruder. It sailed through
the air leaking water forming a tracer back to her hand. May's uninvited guest
ducked under the projectile as she smiled, "You missed."

"Softball wasn't my game." May answered as she charged and began throwing
punches. The costumed intruder ducked away avoid the fist barrage, but was
tricked into going right into a kick from May's leg, "I was more into martial
arts."

The black clad, masked woman fell back from the strong kick but wasn't taken
too aback, "Oh I know." She jumped up off her back and rushed forwards towards
May. The intruder threw a kick of her own which May just managed to dodge, "I
didn't care for conventional girls' sports either." the white haired intruder
smirked.

May responded by throwing her lighting fast punch and even though her opponent
was a good fighter just like all the rest, she was too slow to avoid the
punch. It nailed the white haired thief right in the face causing her to
stumble back with a grimace of pain.

"I don't think you do conventional, Black Cat." May replied.

The cat burglar smiled as she appreciated being recognized, "Glad to know I'm
worth of SHIELD's attention."

May rolled her eyes unimpressed, "Please, we're SHIELD. We have files on
everybody."

She charged throwing a spinning kick which Black Cat leaped away from. The
thief then moved forwards trying to get in a slash from her clawed gloves
against the experienced fighter. May countered the attack by grabbing Black
Cat's wrist and pulling her forwards. Using her opponent's momentum against
her, May threw Black Cat over her shoulder, slamming the sexy black clad thief
into the cargo grating that lined the floor. Black Cat groaned from hitting
the hard floor but still had enough of her wits to roll out of the way of a
chest stomp. May's sneaker smacked down just a second after the thief had
slipped out.

Having avoided the stunning strike, Black Cat got to her feet and grinned,
"This is fun."

"Keep thinking that." May told her right before dashing in and slamming a pair
of strikes against Black Cat's body. The thief cried out as a knee slammed
into her gut and then an elbow drove into her side. She stumbled away as May
did a leaping snap kick that sent Black Cat crashing into the curved fuselage
wall that always reminded you the Bus was an aircraft. May didn't let her have
a moment of rest. She ran over, pinned Black Cat against the fuselage and then
delivered several rapid fire punches to the criminal's gut. The white haired
beauty groaned as the blows racked her abs. May being as skilled as she was in
hand to hand combat, knew when her foe had had enough. Grabbing Black Cat's
wrists she pinned the thief's hands up against the wall above her head. May
then used one of her knees to pin Black Cat's legs.

"Now do you feel like talking?" May demanded, "Or shall our dance continue?"

"I'll ... talk ... " Cat groaned.

"Who hired you?"

"Don't know ... just a large payment from a Swiss account." Black Cat said as
she lowered her head in pain and defeat.

"What did you do to Simmons and Skye?" May wanted to know.

Black Cat explained how she had used a computer virus to shock Skye into
unconsciousness while Simmons had gone to bed thanks to her lab's own security
gas. May in a detached way admired Black Cat's cleverness but was also annoyed
she had allowed her guard down.Should have known she was on board, May
criticized to herself. Focusing back on the Cat she said, "You were pretty
clever with my friends, but then you were dumb enough to challenge me to a
fight? You're good Black Cat, but not that good."

Black Cat nodded in agreement, "You're right ... that's why I cheated."

May was about to ask what she was going on about when the dizziness hit. It
was like as if a switch had been thrown on the veteran agent. One second she
was all confident, strong, and in control; the next, she was feeling weak,
confused, and losing her grip on the intruder. Black Cat gently began to
resist and May had a hard time holding onto her. With a final push off the
wall Black Cat got free of her pin while May stumbled back feeling like the
whole Bus was spinning.

"I drugged your water hours ago." Black Cat explained. She walked forwards and
admired the sight of the confident strong May, now all woozy and weak on her
once powerful legs.

"You ... .bitch ... ." May tried to raise her arms to fight but it took almost
all her strength to do so. Black Cat smiled and further enraged May by giving
her a, 'come and get me' hand gesture with her fingers.

May did as she was requested and tried to go after Black Cat. The thief though
easily dodged the agent's slowed attack and countered by grabbing May by her
hair and yanking her forward to slam her knee hard in her gut. May doubled
over and puffed her cheeks out as the air was forced from her gut. Black Cat
followed that up by slamming a chop into May's neck. She winced and got away
for the thief but wondered if it was because she had broken free or Black Cat
had simply let her get away. Is...she...toying with me? The white haired lass
came at her again this time punching May across the chin. She stumbled back
before getting another punch which caused her to change direction. Black Cat
laughed, "ohhh this is fun!"

She let May throw a couple more punches, all of which Black Cat easily dodged,
before replying with a quick punch to the belly of May. Winding the veteran
agent Black Cat then grabbed May by the throat and pressed her against the
wall.

Holding May with one hand she used her other hand to punch May hard in the
gut. May was gasping for air as she the pain in her belly nearly paralyzed
her.

The sly thief used the moment to place her hands over her breasts and squeeze
hard while painfully digging her nails in, making May scream in pain.

"Meow, are you in trouble agent May?" the Black Cat chuckled as she raised her
knee and seductively rubbed her thigh against the crotch of May.

Despit the poison and the pain May kept trying to fight back, throwing a slow
punch which Black Cat easily dodged but forced her to let go of the breasts of
May.

The Black Cat took her time to torment the drugged agent and punched her
across the face after which she teasingly slapped the boobs of May.

May tried to kick but it was slow and there was no control. Black Cat easily
avoided the kick and replied by slamming her knee hard between her legs,
making May grunt in pain as she clutched her groin.

Black Cat finished the hurt agent with a spinning kick. The blow caught May in
the chest and sent her tumbling to the floor. Her body smacked into the cold
metal floor with a sting and the momentary flash of pain cleared May's head.
It was brief as the drug in her system washed away the clarity and somewhat to
May's relief but also annoyance, the pain of her fall.

Black Cat smirked as she reached down and pulled May to her feet. She wrapped
the agent into a reverse bearhug which put pressure on May's midsection and
gut. May cried out as the crushing move worked against her already weak body.
Black Cat kept a tight hold as May struggled to get out but her efforts were
uncoordinated and confused. As the hold went on, May grew weaker with each
passing moment, her arms and legs flaying but not helping her at all. Finally
after a full minute, her arms started to slump and Black Cat could sense May
was finished. The thief let May slip out of her arms but caught her under the
armpits.

May's head lolled limply as she was dragged over to built-in seating that
lined the side of the aircraft cargo bay. Her limp legs barely moving as her
sneakers bumped along the metal grating. Black Cat laid May down on her back
enjoying the sight of the slow moving chest of the exhausted agent. To May's
confusion the thief knelt next to her and then worked on slipping off the
tight black top she wore. Her actions were explained as Black Cat told May, "I
think I can use this."

Once she had stripped May of her top, she forced May into a sitting position
against the aircraft's wall seating. Looping the agent's arms into the seat's
lower parts, Black Cat then tied them tightly together, pinned to seat with
the shirt. The impromptu bonds actually were quite effective as the stretchy
athletic material wouldn't break. In her battered, weakened stat May had no
chance to escape her impromptu bonds. To her fury, Black Cat patted May on the
head before saying, "Sit tight, I'll be right back."

May wanted to curse but just didn't have the energy to speak. Her head dropped
so that her chin rested on the top of the sports bra that covered her chest.
Minutes later she heard the sound of Black Cat's boots clicking on the Bus's
metal floor. Weakly she raised her head to see the thief carrying Skye over
her shoulder. The hacker's long bare legs were on full display and the bum
hugging shorts Skye had on were now almost skintight against her rear as they
had ridden up in the process of being carried. Black Cat smiled as she lowered
the still slumbering Skye to the floor.

"I thought you might like some company." Black Cat laughed as she proceeded to
take Skye's wrists and bind them behind her back. May noted the use of one of
Skye's charging cords to bind her. Another cord went around the brunette's
ankles. When she finished Black Cat winked, "Excuse me again."

After the thief left, May managed to get out a quiet, "Skye.."

Despite the call of her name the hacker didn't stir. The Chinese-American was
still out cold. May wasn't shocked a good tazering could leave someone out for
an hour. May figured that Black Cat though had done something else to Skye as
well. Boot heels clicked again signaling the return of their opponent who had
bested them all. Now Black Cat had Simmons in her arms using a classic cradle
carry. Simmon's shoulders and upper body was supported by one of Black Cat's
arms. Her head was titled back exposing her elegant neck and letting ponytail
fall back towards the floor. Another armed tucked in the crook of Jemma's
tights clad legs kept them bent and secure, leaving Simmons stocking feet
dangling in the air.

Black Cat laid her on the floor. May noticed a small medical bag now around
Black Cat's waist. The thief as if reading her mind said, "I found something
quite useful in Simmons's lab." She zipped the little bag open and proclaimed,
"First for our pretty scientist, some bandages."

May recognized the soft athletic bandages she had often used for wrapping up
sore spots on her body. Colored black the material wasn't the worst thing to
tie someone up with. Simmons received quite a few lengths of it around her
arms and wrists behind her back. Next her stocking clad legs were bound. A
roll of bandage went over her ankles while the other secured her thighs.

"Excellent", Black Cat congratulated herself, "Now just to make sure you all
get a nice rest."

>>From the medical bag Black Cat produced a white gaze pad and a small bottle.
May recognized it instantly and weakly struggled. Black Cat giggled a bit, "I
can't believe they logo the chloroform ... " the thief was already drizzling
some of the sleepy chemical onto the pad as she spoke. Once the pad had been
thoroughly doused in the sleeping solution she looked at May, "Want to go
first?"

May struggled some more but she still couldn't escape. Black Cat though wasn't
concerned, in fact she made things worse for May by saying, "No worries, I'll
let these two go first."

Black Cat gently took the pad and first pressed it against Skye's face. The
hacker's eyes seemed to move some under the closed lids. May heard a muffled
protest that suggested maybe Skye was more alert than she had first looked.
However any possible resistance came to an end when submissive sighs came from
her lips under the pad. Black Cat smirked removing with a frill of enjoyment
and telling May, "One down."

Simmons was next. She didn't make any movements just letting out a sigh as her
lips were touched by the white pad. Black Cat's fingers gently folded the
cloth around Simmons's nose, giving the helpless scientist a cute chloroformed
look. Just as Skye had been helpless against the fumes, Jemma's body quickly
submitted to a fresh dose of sedatives. Black Cat took a moment to admire the
lovely Brit's bod, running a hand along Jemma's stocking clad leg. This caused
another sigh to come from the pretty lady, though it was muffled by the
chloroform pad. Black Cat having gotten her fun out of Simmons got up and
moved towards May, "That's two ... "

"No ... .just leave me ... I'm too weak ... " May protested.

Black Cat took a knee right in front of the bound agent and shook her head,
"Not a chance sweetheart." With almost a giggle of enjoyment, Black Cat
pressed the pad tight against May's face. May yelled loudly into the pad.
Chloroform! She hated the stuff always had. Ever since her training days when
her instructor had used it time and again to render the young recruit out.
Black Cat grinned as she kept a tight hold of the pad to the surprisingly
resilient May. She once again used her free hand to pat May on the head, "Now,
now my dear you know you need some rest."

May cursed but it was just a muffled sound, one of many she made as her body
sucked in the sweet fumes. May tried to wiggle out of her bonds, raise a leg
to strike Black Cat, but ever effort was frustrated. Her shirt was too tightly
tied to break or be undone. May's muscles were weak from the initial drugging,
battered after the beating Black Cat had given her, and now being subdued
again with the sweet sticky fumes of chloroform. May's struggles were slowing
with each passing moment. May's eyes already heavy eyes were now near
exhaustion. Keeping them open was just too much for her. Weakly she looked to
Black Cat with half closed eyes, but the thief had only a sly grin for May,
"Sleep my pretty...sleep." the thief commanded.

The veteran agent let out a final sigh of protest before her head began to
tilt back. Black Cat's hand with the chloroform pad followed the move never
wanting to force May's head back. Felicia Harding better known as the Black
Cat was having too much fun. May's head eventually went all the way back. Her
eyes fluttering just once before May let out that final submissive sigh.
Felicia let out a sigh of pleasure herself at hearing the sign of May's
defeat. Removing the pad of chloroform she admired the sleeping May before
turning to take in the sight of all her slumbering captives. They all look so
cute while sleeping, Felicia thought. Another thought entered her mind as she
took in the sight of the sleeping girls.

"One more thing before I pillage your computers." Black Cat thought aloud and
then chuckled. With a mischievous grin she moved to adjust the ladies.

The boys will love this...

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

Fitz groaned as he the lowered the cargo door to the Bus.

He still couldn't believe their night had gotten so out of hand. Agent Coulson
had ordered him back to the Bus while the SHIELD team leader worked on getting
their fellow partner in crime out of the local jail. Fitz felt a bit guilty
about that, since Ward had only ended up in a cell because of him. The
normally abrasive Ward had been a good friend sticking up for Fitz when he had
become the target of a couple of drunks who thought they were still in high
school. One thing had lead to another and soon the bar the three men had been
enjoying had turned into a full on cliche bar fight. Still cant' believe I
broke a bottle over a bloke's head, Fitz thought. There was a final groan as
the modified C-17's cargo door rested on the pavement of the airfield. He
sighed and began walking up the ramp into the Bus.

"Wait till Jemma hears about this ... .." Fitz's out loud thoughts were ended
as his jaw dropped while he took in the sight before him.

May, Skye, and Jemma were all lying out cold on the floor. Each was bound with
various items but it was their positioning that made Fitz blush. Skye and
Simmons's bodies had been pressed tightly together. Their lips were touching
as if the two sleeping gals were kissing. Their clothes were also in disarray
with Simmons's blouse undone showing off her TARDIS blue colored bra. Skye's
shorts were....gone. The sexy hacker looked even more attractive lying in a
pair of dark blue panties. Their heads rested though on May's intimate area. A
message had been scrawled on the agent's bare stomach. Written in lipstick it
said,

THANKS FOR THE GIRLS NIGHT

XOXO B.C

The End