Lance Hunter sees the new May

Lance Hunter hadn't been with S.H.I.E.L.D for long, but he was pretty sure what he was seeing right now was the equivalent of the devil donating to charity. Melinda May was sat at a small desk outside Coulson's office, hair in a beehive, clothes like she'd stepped off a porn shoot, and with a wide smile on her face, which was done up professionally in make-up. She looked like a 50s wet dream.

Slowly, he approached, almost tiptoeing, as if he was afraid that a loud noise was scare reality back into the woman.

"Hello... May." he said, a bemused look on his face. She turned to face Lance, and gave him a sultry look.

"It's good to see you Lance," she said, leaning forward and pushing her breasts up slightly, "Is there anything you need me to... do?" she asked.

Hunter's jaw dropped. Had she just... she had, right? That had actually happened? Maybe he should pinch himself, because he had to be having some sort of fever dream. There was no way he was reading this situation correctly. He was missing something, that was the only explanation.

"I just wanted to, uh, see the Director, if that's all right?" he asked the woman who couldn't be Melinda May.

"He's free right now," she said, indicating the door, "and so am I, just in case you wanted to, make me busy?"

"I, ah, I really should... talk to the Director first." he said, feeling more uncomfortable by the second. It wasn't that he minded women hitting on him, but coming from May it just felt... unnatural. He was quick to go through the door into the office, and it was only as it swung shut behind him that he recognised something was wrong in here as well.

"What the hell?!" Hunter yelled, as Grant Ward stood up at his desk.

"Ah yes, you're... Hunter, right? I'm Grant Ward." The man who was a prisoner five minutes ago said, a cocky smirk on his face. Hunter didn't have any guns or weapons on him, to his regret, but he could clearly see one on Coulson's desk, right next to Ward. Ward followed his gaze.

"Yeah, that's bad luck for you, I think." he said, his smirk growing wider at Hunter's clear disadvantage.

"What... what did you do to May?" Hunter asked, nervous as he realised he was at the mercy of a man who was pretty much a psychopath, from what he'd heard.

"I gave her exactly what she wanted." was all Ward said, his voice amused like he was in on some big joke.

"Bullshit," Hunter insisted, "is it some kind of mind control? Brainwashing?" A frown crossed Grant's face, like he was thinking about it.

"Not really?" he said, running a hand through his hair, "I'd guess you'd call it reality warping, more than anything else."

"Reality... oh shit." Hunter's eyes widened as he prayed to any god that would listen that Ward was delusional. But Hunter had seen May about an hour ago, looking completely normal. There was no way Ward had managed to brainwash her in an hour, it just wasn't possible.

"I think you've figured out just how hopeless this is for you, but you shouldn't worry, you'll be happy when I'm done."

Lance glanced at the door behind him, wondering desperately if he could get out of the range of whatever superpowers Ward had gotten.