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'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the base, several agents were stirring in preparation for the day.
Agent Johnson was brooding at the thought of this Christmas day, it was the thought of past memories over this Christmas ballet. Her past Christmas memories were not all the pleasant she it was a reminder as an orphan, she hardly ever got a present.
Simmons was ecstatic, her positive energy filled the air, as she decorated the playground with immense care. She had missed the last Christmas as she was stuck on an alien rock, so she was determined that this be the best Christmas in stock.
Phil Coulson was helping in this festive matter Christmas was his favourite especially the baking and letting people eat the cookie batter. He hummed a Christmas carol or two as the gingerbread cooled and the Christmas turkey brewed.
Fitz was smiling as he as he tinkered along, a music box for Jemma that played her favourite song. As he watched Jemma decorate, he thought to himself of how lucky he was, until an explosion disrupted his thinking and it seemed that Jemma’s perfect Christmas was now going to shit.
Agent May was also startled by this sudden sound and though her face was stoic her mind began to identify the noise from the playground. And although her mind was sharp, the boom and took her out of her deep thoughts of Daisy’s Christmas gloom.
Coulson ran out of the kitchen holding an extinguisher as smoked poured out of the interior.
The turkey had fled, its carcass went ka-boom and now the kitchen was tarnished and Christmas dinner too.
“Oh no!” cried Simmons as she rushed to his side “Sir are you hurt? Is the turkey fine?”
Coulson gave a cough and a chuckled wheeze, “the turkey to toast if you can believe”
“What the hell Phil!” said May as she ran to him to “how did this happen? What did you do?”
Not a second later had passed as the bases sprinklers went on and the water came down like runners in a marathon.
The water soaked them all from their heads to their socks and Daisy grumbled something about Coulson supposedly being the “better cook”
May gave a look that shut Daisy right up, a look only a mother gave when she had had enough.
Coulson gave another small chuckle “Though May might be able to kick my ass, I still rock in the kitchen, but I’m afraid the turkey isn’t happening this Christmas”
May still angry, helped Coulson get up “I would kill you, if you hadn’t already died once”
“Thanks for the free pass” Coulson then said, as he smiled, and his eyes crinkled with what May just said.
Jemma then let out a sigh, “Christmas was tomorrow, this is Christmas eve night!”
“It’s okay Simmons” Daisy then said, “we don’t need a turkey, we’ll make a different dinner instead.”
Fitz then decided to chime in “Least the decorations look great! And I’m sure we can get takeout to dine in!”
Daisy nodded and agreed, “you know, I’m really in the mood for some Chinese.”