No Need to Thank Me

Coulson drove a red vintage convertible through the streets of London, England.

He watched the bustling crowds on either side of the road and smiled at Melinda May, who sat in the passenger seat. "Look. This is what we do it for...

So people can live in peace..."

Melinda May stared straight ahead, her face stern. In a cold voice, she said, "If they knew a huge tsunami might hit here in a few days, and you hadn't warned them, do you think they'd be grateful?

We need to hurry. Ward and the others have already reached the anomaly.

If we take care of things here, maybe we can still help out in the Arctic..."

Coulson shook his head with a smile. "Alvin and his crew are on their way. If he can't handle it, there's no point in us going."

May glanced at him, her voice chilly. "That's not like you. You're being a little too pessimistic!

Director Fury didn't have you form your own team for this!"

Coulson glanced at May and smiled. "What do you think our director had in mind?

I've got the best equipment and the best team. We can do a lot of things, but they won't have anything to do with Alvin..."

May looked at Coulson, slightly confused. "Then what are we here for?

Director Fury gave you the four people who left the Special Forces: Heavy Load, Redhead, and Breaker—and, oh, that White Ghost who surrendered.

He also assigned you Grant Ward, the best field agent, along with two outstanding young people who dropped out of the science academy, Simmons and Fitz!

Oh, and those three incredible Superpowered People..."

May cut straight to the point. "We're a team now. Tell me, what exactly is Director Fury up to?

What's our ultimate mission?"