[Playing at scouting was old hat. Bucky's feet touched down silently as he pried open the metal doors and swung himself up and out of the elevator shaft. It was surprising how many people overlooked a decommissioned elevator as a point of entry, but that wasn't a complaint. If people were going to be stupid about their security, then they deserved an armed and trained spy infiltrating their base.
And somewhere within these walls was the man Bucky and Natasha were after. A check down either direction of the hall revealed absolutely nothing and no one around. He raised a hand to switch his ear piece on.]
"I'm in. You read me?"
[The light from the torch tucked into Fitz's hand helped him navigate to the hard line as it stood situated in the currently-vacant bay. He swapped it to his mouth, keeping the wires illuminated while both hands plucked and reconfigured wires. This was a cake walk; if not for some slightly unpolished motor skills, he could've even done it all in the pitch black. All that was left was checking for the tone that signaled a connection -- which buzzed back to his ear the moment he lifted the receiver.
"Yes!" was kept to a whisper. The phone itself was turned over, then, and Simmons number plugged in as it was known by rote. He couldn't help that his heart skipped a beat. Telling himself that it was due to sneaking around on the Bus didn't completely work. Telling himself that it was due to Simmons being stationed back in the Hub only covered part of it, too. She'd be able to get the lab's documentation on Skye's blood for their joint research if anyone could. The rest... well, this wasn't the time to deal with that.
The first ring jingled in his ear, only to be cut short as the other end of the line engaged.]