I'm sorry it took so long guys. But I hope you like this chapter :)

She liked the jazz band of ghosts at the cemetery in New Orléans. They Always welcomed her like a long lost friend, and they knew she loved their music. The blond girl whistled the song they had been playing, while she waited for her brother.
He could better be having a very good reason for meeting her. She knew this was one of his favorit spots on Midguard, and that he also loved the jazz band of the undead.
She had to cancel her plans for the up coming mission -something with a painting and Coulson his alien writing- , so his reasons for calling her out here could better be good.
"Hello sister of mine. It looks like you made it."
As usual, he appeared on an unexpected place. Above one of the graves.
"You need to stay with the plan, you idiot," she growled. "Shouldn't you be playing the icy servant of Hydra?"
"One of my most trusted servants is taking care of that right now," Dragon said. "Dead can be at many places. Just like life. But we need to hurry, there are a lot of things to discuss."
"Yeah, we do better hurry. My icy hydra brainwashed boy is making me crazy."
SHIELD scientists without Jemma Simmons... Well, you could say they were pretty useless. With a few protective spells, she had left Donnie in one of the basements of the playground, while going to New Orléans.
When Coulson had asked her why she wasn't joining them on the next operation, she had easily said she wasn't able to explain it. He had replied with "Okay." He Always replied with "Okay." Specially, when it came from her.
"We both know how the future looks like, and what will happen to every single one of the team members. This is the moment we need to make sure our own plans will work."
"When the girl in the flower dress becomes desperate, you will have the chance to reap many souls for hell," she replied. "That's one of our plans."
"I know! I know that is one of our plans, sister," Dragon answered. "But we need to think for ourselves now. The girl... She will need all the help she can get, in the nearby future."
"It is not up to us to teach her," Sanchez growled. "The mastresses have been very clear about that."
"I know," her brother answered. "But what we can do, is teach her team members..."

I'm sorry it is so short, sweeties. It's been too long, and I really wanted to post something. School has started again, an you all know the probs... Still a vote and a comment?