Chapter 6: Time for a ChangeNotes:Hello there! I hope you all enjoy the shitshow that is my story =] Until next time...
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Chapter TextPepper's POV
I watched on a screen on my home office as Natasha, May and Clint remained on the sitting area, watching over Skye and Simmons who were none the wiser regarding their audience. It did bring a small smile only face.
Natasha and Clint didn't have many people, and I was just really happy for them to have reconnected with their friend, who also happened to be a big part of Skye's life. They deserved to have as many people as possible. With these thoughts, I felt the edges of my mouth starting to fall, and I let out a heavy, shuddering sigh.
Something had to be done, and I was growing tired of always being the one that had to see it being done.
I pushed away from my desk harshly, and made my way to the elevator.
"Where to, Ms. Potts?", J.A.R.V.I.S. asked as soon as I entered. He didn't even need a reply. I just looked deadly at the camera, and he knew where I wanted to go. The moment the doors opened, I found myself standing at Tony's personal workshop.
As he had been for the past… almost week at this point, he was hunched over one of his benches working on something. I looked around and saw Bruce on the other side of the room, working on a computer, about something or another. I didn't really care. Having heard my entrance, he lifted his head, and then danced between myself and Tony. He nodded in my direction, and then proceeded to exit without as much as saying anything. He just placed a hand on my shoulder, giving it a supporting squeeze before leaving.
Tony didn't even lift his head to see me.
"You are not going to say anything to me, either? Am I the next person you will start to ignore?" I asked after about 5 minutes where the only sound was metal upon metal, or things being moved around on whatever he was doing.
Without even lifting his eyes, he grunted out "Might as well. We both know how this is going to end".
"Do we?", I retorted back. "Please, do explain to me how we both know this is going to end". I would like to point out, at this point, that I had not raised my voice. I was just on point, not really letting much of any emotion bleed into my words.
"You're gonna tell me to go and see Skye, to apologise or something. 'Talk things out', I believe was what you said last time. I am going to refuse to do so, and you will leave, again only to come back tomorrow and tell me a different variation of the same story".
During his little monologue, I had moved closer to him. I placed my hand on his, halting his movements on his most recent work. We stayed like that for a while, just being in each other's space. I was hoping he would do the next move, but it didn't seem like this was going to happen. "Tony", I called out. "Look at me, please".
It took another set of heartbeats until he fulfilled my request.
"I don't want to have this talk with you all over again, and I won't. It's been a harrowing few days, for everyone. And I am tired of fighting with you about this. So I will stop. I will say my piece now, and then I will go. But, Tony, I won't come back tomorrow to have the same thing happen again"
"What is this?", he asked. "Some sort of ultimatum?"
I scoffed, shaking my head and retracting my arm. "You really think I would do this to you?" To say I wasn't ever so slightly disappointed would be a lie, but I knew him and I knew how he reacted when he couldn't process what he was feeling.
"This is me, telling you, that Skye can leave tomorrow. She got the okay from Bruce, Fury and Simmons, and from what I am understanding, she wants to just leave the Tower, breathe some fresh air for a change", I folded my arms in front of me. "I love you Tony, you know that", I said matter-of-factly. "But I hate watching two of the most important people in my life fight. Skye has tried, while she's here, but she's also been giving you space. You know she won't push. Not for this. And if she decides she wants to leave tomorrow, and you don't even try to reach back, I don't want to begin to think what that would result to".
His head had fallen and he was looking back towards his work. "I gave her a laptop", he whispered so low that if there was any other noise in the room I would have missed it completely. "Why is that not enough?"
I allowed myself to momentarily smile, as I took a step closer to him. It was more than I was expecting to get out of him. "You know why", I said as I hugged him from behind. I looked at the current project he had displayed on his workspace. "Why won't you tell her what you are working on? What you have been doing?"
He shook his head. "Skye isn't the only one that can keep a secret", he replied.
"If you count the other members of your group, then no. But if you're comparing yourself to her, we both know that the only reason you have kept all of this a secret is because the only person you actually see is Bruce". I stepped away and moved towards the many screens. Looking at the new information from the last time that he had managed to gather. Still no clue. "And this isn't about the secrets—"
"It isn't?", he interrupted me. "There are more she isn't telling us. More I am sure she wants to discuss with her little family the moment she is able to leave the Tower", his knuckles turned white from how tight he was holding on the edge of his desk.
"Jealousy is not a good colour on you", I said. "And you know she loves you. You cannot go to that place, Tony. Love comes in a lot different forms and she knows these people for all her life"
"Yeah, but I don't know what I have done to make her not trust me! Not only did she kill agent Coulson—which the three of them knew, thank you very much—but she saw him, and said nothing. Not just to me, to you either! Does that not bother you?!", he turned around, his face a bit red from the frustration and anger. "She kept this from you! Told you she was unwell because of her missing the anniversary of his death! And you are just standing here", his arm moved widely and erratically at my direction, "honestly telling me this whole thing hasn't bothered you? So, what if I am keeping a couple of things close to my chest? What if I'm staying up at night, trying to find where Ian Quinn is, or trying to figure out a way to create a version of her gloves she can collapse into a pair or simple bracelets so she doesn't ever have to be in the same situation? What of it?!"
"You think I didn't care? That I wasn't hurt?", I was astonished by his assumptions. "You think, that when I heard the whole story, I didn't feel like someone had knocked my breath out of my lungs?" I walked up to him, so forcefully that for the first time since I went down there he sat up straight. I pushed my finger on the middle of his chest. "It hurt like hell, to know she didn't trust me. But then you", I kept pocking where his arc reactor still was, even though it wasn't the thing that was keeping him alive anymore, "you, had the audacity to ask if she made this all up.
"I watched as her face collapsed, as she had to defend herself from the people that were supposed to support and help her in hard times. You managed to make her so upset, she was hurt. Again!" I took a step back and folded my arms over my chest. "So, when you ask if I was upset: yes. Yes I was. But I cared more to be there for her, when she started bleeding again. Because all that matters in the end, is that she is okay, and that she is healthy. Because it was only a day after she was shot, bleeding and dying.
"So, excuse me if I care more about her being alive and well than a secret that she held", I spit out as I started making my way back towards the elevator doors that J.A.R.V.I.S. opened for me. "Skye is like a daughter to me, and I love her so much. You need to figure out whether your love for her is larger than the hurt you're feeling right now. And I cannot help you with that".
With that, I let the doors close behind me and left Tony alone.
Skye's POV
Today was the day. They told me yesterday that from today I would be able to leave the Tower, and I could not wait. I loved the Tower, and I would have loved to stay here, but I couldn't stay still anymore. However long my recuperation was going to take, I needed to get moving, start researching, bring the others up to speed. And, unfortunately, this was not something I could do here.
And while I felt somewhat elated that I would be able to go someplace more private, I was not a hundred percent as happy as I was expecting myself to be. Because I would still leave people behind here.
However much she was trying to hide it in my presence, I knew that Pepper hated the fact that I was leaving. Bruce had a somewhat sterner look, but we had both enjoyed the past few days where we just had the opportunity to be around each other. With Captain, things were going better, we had some more discussions over the last week, but there was still some tension there. Not as much as it used to be, but still enough. Not that I could blame him, just as much as I think he now accepted that he couldn't blame me for keeping the secret. There was a better understanding there that I hadn't expected to find.
And then there was Tony.
Tony who had yet to speak to me.
Tony who had refused all and any contact with him.
The closest thing that we got to an interaction was the note he left on top of the Stark Industries laptop that he left on my bed the other day.
I was on the communal area of the floor, watching silently as people around me moved. Everyone was busy making sure that we were as stocked up as we could, triple-checking everything. I was just content watching them. I had stopped trying to suggest helping or doing something more than relaxing around.
I had started walking around, leaving the wheelchair behind, and was feeling pretty decent. Accelerated healing came in handy in cases of a gunshot it would seem, my mind trailed as I placed my hand on my somewhat healed wound.
The corners of my mouth dropped, as my mind once more travelled to the only person missing from here. I shook my head in that realisation. You know what?, I thought to myself. No. I am not going to feel bad, I tried to convince myself even though I knew it was futile.
Maybe I hadn't pushed hard enough, or maybe I had pushed too hard. Trying to reach out, but stopping after a handful of days when nothing was coming out of it. "Best to give him some time", people had suggested to me, and I had listened. Because for all his intelligence, Tony was still like a child in many, many other aspects of his life.
It wasn't too long after, that I got up and even this small movement of mine made everyone in the room stop whatever they were doing. Everyone ready to come to my aid in case I were to show any sign of pain. It was touching, but smothering at times. "Okay, guys, I think we have it all", I said and started moving towards where they had all gathered.
I could tell that Jemma wanted to come quickly to my side, but she was holding herself back to give others the space. And Pepper didn't hesitate to be the first one to fill it, appearing next to me in a heartbeat.
Her hands moved on my shoulders, holding me, as if she was afraid I was going to fall. "Are you sure you want to go? It's not too late to change your mind"
I smiled kindly at her and moved in for a hug, which she returned tenfold. "I know, and this doesn't mean I am leaving forever. You know that, right?", I pulled back to see her expression and I could see there were unshed tear gathered in her eyes. They somehow managed not to spill over when she nodded. "Plus, you guys know where we're going, you are always welcome to visit. Right, old guy?"
"Of course", Clint chipped in, coming around Pepper. "You can come whenever you want"
"At least they know where we're going", I heard Natasha from the back. "Why do they know and we don't?", she asked and her hand moved, pointing between May and herself.
"'Cause it's a surprise, we've been over this", Pepper kissed the top of my head as I moved away from her and towards Bruce for a goodbye hug. His soft smile and small nod made it a little bit easier to know that this was the right choice.
Pulling away, I turned towards Rogers. "Cap'", I said and nodded in his direction. "See you soon?" I asked and offered my hand. Taking me completely by surprised he came closer and hugged me gently, making sure not to put any extra pressure with his powers. "You still need to show me how to download music", he said.
"Jar is doing it for you, why would you want to know?" I offered back, to which he shrugged. I took it for the olive branch it was.
I looked around, hoping. Hoping, but knowing that no-one else was gonna make an appearance. I wasn't going to wait anymore for him. I moved towards the guys, who had moved closer to the exit on the patio that we were going to take off from. "Talk to you soon again, Jar" I called out to the A.I.
"Take care, Skye. Have a safe journey" he simply said back.
Since Clint and I were the only ones that actually knew were we were going, the cockpit was given to us. The other three had taken the normal seats, allowing me some rare alone time with my brother.
"Sorry to make you reveal it sooner than you were expecting to", I apologised once more.
He shook his head. "You need to stop apologising. Even if it's not perfect, I was planning on it being my Christmas present for her". I could feel both the excitement and the anxiousness rolling off of him.
"She's gonna love it", I reassured him. "I am sure of it".
A comfortable silence followed, where the only sound was that of the engine and the buzzing of the airplane that was never quiet in my head. I hadn't tried using my powers all that much since… well, since the Revelation Day when they went a bit haywire. But they were still on the background.
"Skye?", Clint's voice was heard in the headphones we were not wearing. I turned my attention to him and saw as he watched me from the corners of his eyes.
"What's up?" I asked, lolling my head in his direction.
He lifted one finger, telling me to wait, as he proceeded to click one of the intercom buttons. We were already closing in on Iowa, so he called out to the people on the back. "We're closing in, strap in", he spoke and his words spread all over the jet.
He didn't say anything after that, as he checked that everything was in order. "Clint?", I asked.
He shook his head. "It's nothing", he ended up saying after a couple more moments of silence. "I'm just really glad you are okay. You really scared us back there". His voice turned a bit rough there.
"I'd promise not to do it again, but it's not really up to me", I said back. This guy. He decided to throw this at me the moment we were landing. Damn him. And then the wheels were on the ground and we gave the okay for everyone to unbuckle.
We were quickly out back, preparing to exit the aircraft. Soon, we were all standing outside, looking at the natural expanse and the building that was almost completely finished. "I thought that it would be nice to have a space to come and unwind when we are not on mission, or just need a place to exist outside of S.H.I.E.L.D.", Clint turned towards Nat and offered his hand.
Her eyes took in the building in front of her, and placed her hand on his own. "When did you do this?"
"We have been working on it for over a year now. It was a nice side-project after the Battle", I offered. "I helped out with the wiring and made sure the place has a good connection and is secure as much as it can be, while he worked on the construction"
"I wanted to have this finished by Christmas, so we could come here, but didn't manage to quite polish all of it off", even if his voice was steady, I could tell the underlying anxiety. And if I could, then so could May and Nat. But the latter just seemed enamoured by the farmhouse in front of her. "Welcome to our Homestead"
Notes:I will be honest, Pepper in Mom Mode is one of the best things for me to write. I still haven't decided though, between Pepper, Natasha and May which one if the more overprotective when it comes to her... What do you guys think?
Chapter 7: They Were Gay Your HonourNotes:Hello there! So, here comes a soft, small chapter, just cause I really needed it and I feel like Skye also needed a break from all the chaos that has been her life in the past few weeks ^^' Also, for the title, you have my beta to blame, I put it as a joke but was not allowed to change it.
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Chapter TextSkye's POV
I followed Clint and Natasha in their off-the-radar house. It was very spacious, at least on that floor, but there were still boxes everywhere, even though the kitchen was done and there was a sofa placed where the living room would be.
Clint was very descriptive, as he went through every room, describing what it would be and what the plans were. Nat was still holding his hand, looking around and not saying anything, but I could see from her expression that she was just so happy with all of this. She deserved the world, and I was just very glad that she got to have this with him.
I felt Jemma take my hand, as we were moving upstairs were he was going to show us the different rooms, some of them still not quite finished. I let my fingers thread with hers, and caught a glimpse of May trying to stifle a smile as she was following us on the back, never making eye-contact with me.
"So, here we have our room", Clint's voice brought me back as he went into the master bedroom. A double bed was on one side, classic white-painted blinds were holding some of the sunlight from entering the room, and a closet on the other side. "I know it's not like Tony's rooms but—"
His sentence was cut short with Nat kissing him. She pulled away and her eyes were sparkling. "it's perfect" she whispered, and pecked his lips once more.
I looked around, pretending not to have seen what just happened, my eyes first caught May who was not even feigning ignorance like I was. Then I noticed Jemma, who was staring at the floor, her face red as a beet. Without looking up, she half-heartedly smacked my shoulder when she felt me silently giggling next to her. "Shut up", she said under her breath, which made me laugh even more.
"Now, Skye, why don't you show Jemma your room?" Clint spoke, and I stopped immediately. I turned around sharply, and saw him hug Natasha, with a smug look on his face, and a playful glint in his eye.
"Yes, Skye, why don't you? I would love to see it as well?" Natasha did not help at all.
"I-I… ah", I cleared my throat, and knew that the blood was starting to get in my head and my face would soon look like Jemma's did only seconds ago. Not knowing what to say, I just lifted one hand, and just pointed outside of the door, doing a one-eighty, turning around and marching off. Two doors down the corridor and to the left, I pushed the door open, and walked in, still with Jemma's hand in mind.
It was a similarly simple room, slightly smaller than that of Clint's and Nat's. A double bed was placed in one corner, an almost empty wardrobe on the opposite wall, and two large windows allowing some light in. On the desk there was already some of my equipment, but also a few picture frames.
I let Jemma walk in first to take in the room, and her attention was quickly drawn on the aforementioned frames. "Well, I thought, since we're still fixing some of the rooms and we don't have that much space, maybe you wanted to sleep here?" I managed to get out. I saw as she lifted the very old photo we had taken together back during our years at the Academy, not really saying anything. "It's okay if you don't I can just go and bunk in with May", I quickly added my nerves getting the better of me.
"No, you won't" I turned around and saw all three of them, still waiting outside, with May shaking her head. "I won't have you kicking me, I need my sleep" she deadpanned, though clearly trying to hide a smile.
I stared at her, clearly silently telling her, "Seriously? You're supposed to help out"
"Am I?", she silently said back raising an eyebrow.
I cleared my throat and turned around. "Well, that's still okay. I can sleep on the couch, it's more comfortable than it seems, let me tell you. I wouldn't have Clint get just anything", I moved towards the blinds and pulling them all the way down. I could see Jemma look at me in question, but I just moved closer to the second pair of light switches in the room. "Plus", I said and could feel how my voice was shaking. "You kinda have to stay here, wouldn't make much sense if you didn't", and with that I flipped it on.
I heard a small gasp leave Jemma as she looked at the ceiling. In the walls, I had made a small circuit of tiny lights, arranging them in a specific way to look like the stars at the night sky. I was looking up at them, as they showered a gentle warm light into the room. "When we have the other room ready, you can still have this as yours and I can make another one for me, I'm sure we have space. Just thought you'd like to see the—"
"Theta Serpentis", she caught me off, and as I looked down at her for the first time since turning the lights on, I saw as her eyes traced the connecting lines and the stars on the ceiling. "I don't even remember when I mentioned it…", she seemed to almost speak to herself.
"At the Academy" I supplied for her. "We were stargazing and I asked you what your favourite constellation was"
"I told you it was Alya, but the skies were not dark enough to see it from the Academy grounds, that I hadn't seen it in years", she looked down once more. "And you remembered?"
"Well… of course", I said as if it was obvious. A second later she was by my side and her lips had crashed onto mine. I felt time stop, suspended in this moment. I didn't know when I closed my eyes, but I felt myself open them again when she pulled back.
"Of course and I'll stay here with you, silly" she said, her forehead touching mine.
"Yeah?" I asked, looking into her hazel orbs.
"Yeah" she replied softly.
The moment didn't last for more than 3 seconds before, "Get a room you two!", Clint said.
I lifted my hand and sent a small quake at him but he was expecting it and I could hear him running down the stairs. May and Natasha nowhere to be seen. Normally I would chase him and he wouldn't get away so easily. But… he was lucky for two reasons.
One: If I run, I was sure people would fuzz about me.
And two: I was very comfortable right where I was.
Notes:Hop you all enjoyed this chapter! A quick thing on a change on my update schedule. A problem I have had with my arm resurfaced due to the amount of work I do every week, and while I get a couple of days off I need to completely rest it on those. Meaning no typing with my dominant hand... Yeah. I will keep posting cause I wanna continue the story, but my update schedule will take a hit as I take more time to write the chapter with one hand. So, thank you in advance for your patience :)
Until next time ~
Chapter 8: Merry Christmas...Notes:Did I plan to post this before Christmas? Yes. Yes I did.
But... oh well. I hope everyone that celebrates it had a good time! Let's start 2024 strong, happy new year guys!
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Chapter TextSkye's POV
I was typing away, as quietly as I could, from the moment I woke up. Finding more about Centipede, and Ian Quinn had proved to be more difficult than I was expecting. I was in the zone, typing away, my eyes tracking the screen with all the information that I could find. I didn't really have any new leads, not for a while now, but I felt that if only I pushed a bit more, I could find him.
I was getting so close, I could taste it. I just had to—
Fingers wrapped around the top of my screen, bringing it down slowly. I sighed. I let them take the laptop off of my lap and place it on the side, as I rubbed my eyes from the strain of the past 3 hours that I had been looking at the same data over and over again.
"Did you get any sleep tonight?", Jemma asked from beside me. I just hummed. I threw the blankets off me and made a move to leave the bed, but a hand on my shoulder stopped me. "Skye…" she trailed off.
My fingers wrapped around hers, squeezing, before I pushed them off me and went to the bathroom to wash up. I managed to throw enough cold water to try and wake up a bit more, and flinched a bit when I saw my reflection in the mirror.
Taking a deep breath, I went out to change and face the day, plastering a smile on my face. When I let the bathroom, I noticed that Jemma had left, but with a quick scan from my powers, I felt her already having moved downstairs. It was getting easier and easier to use them without causing any pain, and I was very glad for that. Given that it also let me know of a presence waiting for me outside of the door.
I sighed. It was inevitably time to face the music, so might as well get it over with sooner rather than later. "Morning May" I said as soon as I exited the room.
"You know, if you're not gonna sleep, you might as well join me for Tai Chi. The whole reason you're skipping it is because you need to rest", she replied as a greeting, pushing away from the wall she was leaning against. She came closer, looked me up and down, while I was avoiding her eyes, and then closed the distance between us completely. Her arms wrapped around me in a gentle but firm hug. "Merry Christmas, Skye"
I leaned on her, hugging her back and taking in her presence. "Merry Christmas, Mel".
"Come on", she said as she pulled away. "Natasha and Clint have been up since dawn to prepare everything", she started making her way down the stairs. I noticed she was walking louder than she normally would, making sure to announce our presence. I shook my head with her antics. I was sure she wasn't trying to be subtle, but still…
However, as I started reaching out with my powers to sense the others and stopped momentarily, before picking up the pace and making my way downstairs. Everyone stopped the moment I reached the bottom step and turned to look at me. "What are you doing here?" I asked as I went to hug Pepper. "I thought you had that gala that you had to attend", I mumbled on her shoulder as she hugged me back.
"And you thought I'd prefer going to that than spending the day with you?", I could hear the smile in her voice. As she pulled away I moved to the other occupants of the room. Nat, Clint, Jemma, Bruce and Steve were all around the tree that was fully decorated. Presents were gathered below it, but there was a clear space were some were missing.
The moment I noticed it, I heard the front door open. "Pepper, where should I—?", Tony came in, bags and boxes in both hands, but stopped short as soon as he saw me. "Eh…" he trailed off as a silence filled the room. "Hey, Skye…"
"Hi", I croaked back.
I wasn't really sure what to do, not after how things were left at the Tower. Thankfully, Pepper seemed to know as she moved closer to Tony, and took the wrapped things from him, before moving to put them below the tree on the space that was left empty.
Tony in turn, started rubbing his neck, his eyes altering between the floor, myself and the others in the room. "I can go, if you'd prefer that" he ended up saying, pointing at the door.
"No", I found myself saying almost immediately. "No", I repeated more slowly. I looked around the room as everyone's attention was on us. I made my way to the coat rack, and picked up mine. "Let's go for a walk" I looked at the others on the room, my gaze lingering on Nat and Clint, who I could see were about to follow us. "Alone", I told them with my eyes and despite the tensity that I could still see on their shoulders, they didn't make a move to join us. "There better be a plate of pancakes left when I'm back!", I called out.
"You better not stay outside for too long then!" I heard Clint call out as I closed the door behind us.
We started walking, Tony a few paces behind me, with the only sound being the crushed up snow from our boots. We eventually reached a nice alcove in the woods, that lead to a currently frozen lake.
I used my powers to brush off the snow from a couple of rocks and proceeded to sit on one. I saw Tony, despite wanted and probably preferring to stay up, follow my lead and sit on the cleared up boulder. He shivered as soon as he made contact with the cold surface and I extended my powers both to his and my seats. The squeak of surprise that came out of his throat was enough to bring a small smile on my face. "How did you—?"
"I have not really been allowed to use my powers in big scales. Tend to keep them within the walls of the house. But I've been getting bored, and it was a nice experiment. Still need some fine-tuning, but it's been fun manipulating the vibrations in small scales and see what comes of it", I explained, as we were both now sitting on a nicely heated up surface.
We were there for at least a good twenty minutes before the silence was broken. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence per se, at least not on my part. I was just enjoying some time alone away from the house.
"You look tired" Tony's voice rang through the open valley.
"I am" I replied truthfully. "Sleep has been fleeting ever since we got here". I then turned to better look at him, taking in the larger-than-normal black circles under his eyes. "You don't look much better yourself", I pointed out.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Can't say that I feel much different either".
After that, there was another lapse of silence, that this time felt different. So, I decided a more direct approach was in order. "Look", I started and turned my body back towards the lake, as if not looking at him would make this any easier. "I was hurt, still amto be frank with you. I would have thought that after everything we have been through together, you'd at least have the decency to talk to me about what was going on in your head. I am trying to get over the fact that you outright thought that what I was saying was all in my head, that I would come up with something like this, something so big, and I wouldn't have triple checked that it was true"
"Can you understand why it took me by surprise?", his voice rang. "Why in turn I was hurt by everything that you kept from me? I thought we were closer than that"
I contemplated his words. "Which part are you referring to?" I figured it would be easier to answer his question than have him answer mine. "Killinghim, or him actually still being alive?" It was still hard getting the first part of that question out, saying it out loud.
"You didn't have to suffer alone, keep that all in. We would have been there for you" his voice quieted down to almost a whisper at the end. So much so, that I almost missed the last part that followed. "I thought we were family"
I took a deep breath at that. "From the moment I woke up, my family has been Natasha, Clint, Melinda and Phil" I started. "Or at least the closest thing I had to a family", I tried not to think of the memories of the Doctor who claimed to be my father. "I thought I lost that, when I disappeared, until you picked me up and I was reunited with Nat. Pepper came to fill the gap that Mel left, and I love them both so very much", I put as much emotion as I could to back these words, I could already feel tears pricking on the edges of my eyes.
"You are like an uncle for me. So yes, Tony. We are family, we still are. At least I would like to think so. But I had killed— no, murdered in cold blood, the only father I ever knew. I had to not only come to terms with what I had done, try to accept it was out of my control, but also deal with the everlasting fear that the moment you'd learn about it you would leave, or simply not look at me the same way ever again. Cause I didn't only take away a father, but I also took away a friend, a colleague and someone very close to a lot of you and that guilt was crushing"
I felt him more than I saw him, as he moved closer and took me in his arms. I wrapped mine around his waist as we stayed like this for a while.
"I don't like fighting with you", I mumbled on his coat.
"I don't like that either. I am just really bad when it comes to complicated situations with the people that I care about" he confessed with his chin resting on the top of my head.
"I couldn't care less. Just please don't shut me out again like this. I know you get in your head sometimes, but I really wanted you to be there, even angry, but you were not"
I felt him nod. "I know. And I'm sorry, for what it's worth. I still hate that you kept secrets from me, and I'm trying to come to terms that you have things you don't want to tell me, and that you shouldn't have to feel like you need to"
Jemma's POV
I had been sitting on the porch for a good while now. I was more than happy to do so, to be honest. I was getting more and more used to being around Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton on a 24/7 basis—while agent May's more talkative side was throwing me a bit off compared to how she was at the Bus—but it was getting a bit packed for me back there.
I left agent May and Ms. Potts to talk down Black Widow from taking off into the forest not even five minutes from when Skye and Mr. Stark had left, but I manage to sneak out at some point during the overprotective arguments that were being made.
Sneak out was a heavy term. Because no matter how much I'd like to think I had improved, I was most likely noticed by every single one of them on my way out.
I lost track of time, staying there with a blanket wrapped around me, as I waited. At some point, I noticed two figures coming closer, and I had to stop myself from meeting them halfway. Mr. Stark gave me a small nod with a smile as he made his way in, while Skye lingered.
"Hey", I said, as I pulled the blanket off my shoulders and wrapped it around hers, the cold was biting but it didn't even bother me. I noticed the frozen tear tracks on her slightly sunken in cheeks. "Are you okay?"
She nodded and placed her forehead on my collarbone. I didn't hesitate to hug her. "Yup, I just need a moment" her words came out muffled, but I heard them nonetheless.
I kissed the crown of her head. "Take all the time you need, I'm not going anywhere"
Notes:Last sad one for a while, I promise! That talk just really needed to happen.
Chapter 9: ...And A Happy New Year?Notes:Thank you all for the comments, and a welcome to the new readers. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, and I shall see you again in two weeks! Until then...
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Chapter TextSkye's POV
Christmas passed, and so did New Years. Everyone stayed with us, even if we had to cramp up and have Steve and Bruce sleeping on the sofas. But it was nice. It was relaxing, and it was refreshing.
It was a nice change from the normal routine seeing everyone, and while sleep was still fleeting, I found myself catching a couple hours more every night, than I had before they came over. Which was a huge improvement, let me tell you that.
Tony also mentioned that he was still looking into Ian Quinn, trying to track him down, but he was still somehow staying under the radar. It was like he dropped off the face of the earth.
"You are?" I asked, not sure why it hadn't crossed my mind that he would have done just that.
He scoffed and pushed a box in my hands, motioning me to open it. "Of course I am. We protect each other after all"
"And you won't just head out when you do end up figuring out where he is…" Pepper pipped in. "You will alert the others and talk about how to proceed"
"Of course, dear" he said and pecked her on the cheek, though the smirk he had on his face didn't make me believe him all that much. "But, enough talk about him", he changed the subject as I was pulling out his gift. "Since we are both here, and will be here for a while, we can test those out and fine-tune them to make sure they work perfectly fine for you"
I clipped the two bracelets on my hand and they started building up, compressed materials adjusting and clicking together as they swiftly turned into my gauntlets. He moved away from the sofa as I extended my arms, to look at the inner parts of the intricate design.
"I still need to connect them with T.A.D.A.S.H.I., but for now", he pressed on a button that was pretty well hidden and they collapsed back into just a normal pair of bracelets. "You should be able to activate and deactivate them with a simple command, but we will work on that later on" he smiled kindly at me.
For the rest of the gift exchanging, it varied from stupid to more sentimental.
Clint got an arrow that exploded into confetti when it made contact.
I gave a new mp4 to Steve, filled with 80's and 90's music. He was slowly moving closer to more recent years but we didn't want to overwhelm him. Also made sure to include a list of good documentaries for any bands that were included in the present in case he wanted to check it out.
Bruce gave me a small textbook with notes filled from himself. "It's been a while since I used that, and I thought you could read it when you doubt how far you've come". Turns out, it was a small diary that he had kept from our time together, many years ago. It was very interesting reading his point of view on how our friendship started. The last entries were from 2012, when Nat had mentioned my name to get him to meet up with Fury and the others.
The weirdest part of the day, was when I felt like my senses were picking up movement on Jemma's and mine's room. It didn't feel unfamiliar though.
Excusing myself, I made my way upstairs, prepared for anything to happen, because being prepared wouldn't hurt. Slowly I opened the door, to find the window open, and a package left on top of the bed. I looked outside the window, but I could neither pick something up, nor see anything. Closing it, I turned back towards the rectangular box, covered with a pirate-themed wrapping paper.
Tearing it off, I found a folder named KREE, with a smaller note resting on top of it.
With our resident Asgardian missing,
I had to dust of some very old archives.
This is what I could find for now.
There was no signature, but there didn't need to be one.
I took my phone out as I flipped through the pages, looking at some entries by someone called Carol Danvers, ready to send a quick message. But as I flipped though, something else fell through the middle pages.
It was a badge? I took it out and looked it over once more. It had my picture, and simply said 'Agent 27'… But no name, nor anything else… what was this?
I flipped the rest of the pages and saw an extra note.
Took the liberty to update some of our systems for you
Can't have you running into agents that question your integrity like with Hand
Your identity is still secure
Check your laptop
Burn these notes, will you?
Still pretty confused about what was happening, I did as instructed and opened up my computer, logging into the S.H.I.E.L.D. systems. Not only had Fury added an anonymous Agent 27 on the rooster, but he also made it clear of the Level 9 Clearance that they have.
No information whatsoever about their identity, any metrics, or anything more about it. But it was a start. I would have to work with it and adjust the security systems so I would be able to get to places and they would know it was me, but I could work with this.
Still, it was too forward for the person that liked to keep to the shadows.
- Decided to raffle some feathers?, I ended up sending as a message to him.
- We are already making noise, was his simple reply.
- Say hi to Maria from me. And thank you, I will make sure to get back to you with questions and solutions.
- Wasn't expecting anything less.
And that was all. Seems like I had more work to do, but it would have to wait for now. I made sure to close the document and put it away safely, before heading back downstairs.
We had to bench the research for… everything really. At least for the duration of the holidays with the others coming over. Not that it stopped me from looking things up in the wee hours of the morning. But now, everyone had gone back to New York, and it was just the four of us, May excluded.
I would spend my nights reading the file that Fury has provided, and making sure my new identity within S.H.I.E.L.D. was established.
We already had a few systems in place, but now I could connect them and improve them to make a more solid presence. There were a few steps that I took.
I connected the protocol that was placed when I was made into Level 9 where agents knew of the combination of my original Level Card and a code, which was what I had used with May during the Amador mission, to reroute the Bus and override Coulson's orders.
I had to re-write a few systems but I was very proud of my work in the end.
Now, I had connected the chip that was in the badge with my Head of Cyber Security and put in place a protocol where every time I would enter a S.H.I.E.L.D. location, there would be two actions that would take place. If I appeared on any feed, the systems would read my badge and would make a copy of that feed. Then that would be transferred on a secured backup location that I had in place, and the original would delete itself as if never existing.
Was it very shady if someone didn't know about it? Yes, yes it was. But it would save me so much time, even if I had to check at least at the beginning and then every now and then to make sure everything was working properly.
Back to everything else, Natasha and Clint knew about everything now; the holes in the S.H.I.E.L.D. systems, the connection with Centipede, Ian Quinn and the Clairvoyant… everything. They were helping out to try and figure out what was going on with all of that and things seemed to be moving more swiftly, even if slow. Briefing them in was one of the first things I did when we settled on the Homestead.
Jemma had taken it upon herself to exclude herself from the conversation that we had about the whole issue, given that she was a terrible liar. And that was putting it lightly. So, she felt better just not knowing what was going on, and reassuring me that it was all for the best.
But May had to go. It made sense really. She was gone from the team for far too long as it was, and while I was really looking forward to going back, there was something holding me back. Maybe it would be seeing Coulson for the first time while everyone else knew the truth.
"You sure you have to go?" I asked for the nth time that day. Feeling like a deja vu was happening with Pepper asking me a similar question when I wanted to leave the Tower.
"I wouldn't if it wasn't necessary. We have been away for too long as it is, and this is the only way to give you some more time to recuperate" she said softly, as the two of us were kind of hiding away in my room. "Plus, someone needs to make sure that Phil doesn't get into too much trouble" she squeezed my shoulder.
I placed my hand on top of hers. "Don't be a stranger, okay?"
She scoffed and ruffled my hair, as if I was a kid again. "Can't get rid of me that easily".
And with that she was gone.
"So let me get this straight", Clint said in one of our brainstorming sessions. "You know that Ward works for the enemy… correct?"
"Correct", I answered.
"And you want to have him on the team again, when you return?"
"Also, correct"
At that he threw his hands up. Natasha thankfully took my side with this. "It's a classic keep your friends close and your enemies closer", she said between bites of the Chinese food we had ordered.
"He caused her to have a flashback" Clint said accusatory, "and I don't like him. Just let me have some words with him beforehand, leave us at the same base, I'm not asking for much"
"Oh, honey" Natasha cooed, "if you think you're gonna beat me to having my way with him you are mistaken. But, whatever we do, unfortunately, has to wait until we manage to get any info we can out of him without him suspecting a thing"
I pushed the chair with my powers towards Clint, and signalled with my head for him to sit. All that pacing was driving me nuts. "Look, I don't know what to do with him, okay? Cause we butted heads before we even knew that he isn't really working with us, but rather against us. So, if I suddenly change my attitude towards him, then that would raise some suspicions. And then we have agent Morse", I said pointing at her file.
Throwing my hands on the air before resting my head on top of them, bracing myself on the edge of the table. There was this stupid headache that didn't seem to want to leave me alone.
Ward had been temporarily working again with the team, given that they were an Operations agent short, and agent Morse had taken up as something between a biologist and an Ops agent, mostly filling in for Jemma's position. Though her skills were not quite in par with Jemma's it would be enough until she got back.
Coulson's reports so far seemed to be that the two of them worked well together. Ward seemed to be more subdued than before, more compliant. But I didn't know if that was because I was not there, or because his handler had passed a message to him to not raise any more suspicions on his person.
"Let's take a break, visit this again at a later time", Natasha called out, sensing the frustration both from Clint and myself.
"We don't have time", I said through gritted teeth. "In a couple of days I'm supposed to go back to the team and I need to know what the plan of action is before then to get it through the pirate. And it's already so late!", we had passed the midnight mark a while back. "Seeing it at a later time means a later day in reality"
"It wasn't a suggestion", she firmly, but kindly said back.
Before I thought better of it, my fist had made contact with the table, sending a small vibrational wave through the woods that made the papers fly all over the place. The room seemed to still for a moment, before I simply pushed the chair away, scrapping on the floor, and beamed towards the exit.
I could feel the buzzing start to gather within me, and I needed an outlet.
Soon.
I couldn't hear it again from the others if I fractured any bone in my body, even accidentally. So, I hastily made my way to the lake managing to keep everything in but some small vibrations that seemed to simply be expelled with every step I took, creating a small dome around me.
I knew that I had to be keeping a better control over my powers, but this was a place where I was supposed to not care for it as much.
The moment I reached my destination, I placed my hand firmly on the frozen surface and let it pass through it, making the ice crack and crackle. The noise was so sudden that a whole fleet of birds just took flying. Standing up, there was still energy within me, so, I picked up a nearby rock and catapulted it in the lake, putting as much vibrations as I could behind the throw. Where it made contact with the cracked ice, more webs were instantly created, a crater-looking hole in the middle of its expanse. It was pretty clear despite the late hour or the stars and moon being our main source of light.
I let out a breath, watching as a cold puff of air rose in front of my eyes. I took a good 10 seconds to breath before I called out. "You can come down".
Not a moment later I felt more than heard Clint landing behind me, dropping from the trees. "Feeling better, Kid?" He asked softly as he came to stand by my side. I shook my head. "Wanna talk about it?"
"What's there to talk about? We are nowhere closer to figuring out what is going on with Centipede and with Quinn, and we haven't managed to uncover anything new about who is funding them and why they are infiltrating the organisation." I sat down and the snow parted unintentionally. "We are hitting one dead end after the other, while I'm still stuck here, not even able to…" I trailed off.
He stood next to me, looking at the lake. "Being benched can be frustrating, I know. And as your S.O. it is my job to make sure that you are ready to go back on the field. And as such, come on, indulge me", he offered his hand to help me up.
I took it, and the moment I did he pulled me towards him, and pulled a knife from his back, almost materialising it from nothing. It was going straight for my head, but I managed to dodge away just in time.
But the moment his element of surprise was gone, he kicked me away, right on the spot where I had been shot. It didn't really hurt, but I still flinched instinctually at the contact. It gave him that second he needed, as he pushed back and reached behind him.
His collapsing bow came at its full length and he already had 3 arrows ready to fire. They came at me in rapid succession, and while I was able to avoid the first two, the third one I just managed to catch in front of my face. But before I did anything else, a section of it opened up and smoke started coming out. So, now, where I was standing and the whole surrounding area was so fogged up it was almost impossible to see anything. And the darkness of the night didn't help at all.
So, I closed my eyes and focused on what I could sense through what was around me. The changes in vibrations, any sudden movement.
There!
An arrow pierced through the air, and I twisted left, as it passed where my shoulder was. Then another, and another.
I moved in the fog, which didn't seem to be letting off, because as soon as I started moving towards where I could sense Clint, he would send another fog arrow my way and the jump off, never standing in one specific location for too long.
So focused was I on Clint, that I almost missed the presence of Natasha coming at me from behind. I mean, I did kinda miss her, as she got a hit on me, grabbing me in a chokehold which I then had to manoeuvre out of.
With the two of them coming at me, this went on for a while. Me, trying to avoid their attacks and hit back without the use of my powers outside of detection, and them, trying to get me to give up. Obviously they weren't giving it their all, since it wasn't a real fight, but it was still pretty damn difficult.
My lack of sleep seemed to have depleted some of my energy, and I hadn't really fought that hard, since the only other fighting we had done had been in a more controlled environment since I was shot. But it felt like riding a bicycle, and while I was not at my very best, it was close enough that after what must have been at least 20 minutes of back and forth, they called it.
I landed on my back, my chest rising and falling rapidly, as cold puffs of air formed in front of me. "Thank you", I called out to the other two that had adopted a position similar to mine.
"We've all been there, Little One" Nat's voice rang out.
We stayed like this for a bit. Until I couldn't help myself anymore. "Does that mean I can go back?"
"Well…" Clint started. "As long as you try not to get yourself killed again—"
"Hey! Not my fault"
"—or promise to be more careful—", Natasha continued…
"I'm not being reckless or anything, it's our line of wo—", my words got caught off by my phone ringing.
I took it out and saw it was May. I thought she was on a mission?, I mentally asked myself as I pressed green. She and I hadn't talked for a couple of days, nor had I heard anything new…
"Hey, May. What—?"
"Centipede has Coulson", her voice rang through the valley, loud enough for the others to hear as well, despite not having it on speaker.
"Wait, wait, what do you—?", I stuttered.
"Phil is gone, Skye. And we need to find him ASAP"
Notes:Oh, look! Some plot!
Chapter 10: Where Is Coulson?Notes:Hello there! As promised, here we are again! Now... I guess a small warning? You'll see why, but if you need to skip the first part all the way until the line break, see the end noteand you'll be good to go! I hope you enjoy and I shall see you again in a couple of weeks! Until then...
TW: Flashback / Panic Attack (cause I'm not really sure what it is)
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Chapter TextSkye's POV
"So let me get this straight", my head in my hands as I talked on the phone in the middle of the table. "Mike Peterson, came in to help you out with a Centipede problem, where you not only encountered again the girl in the flower dress from our old mission in Hong Kong, but also got info about the Clairvoyantand found proof of how the people behind Amador and Raina are connected with all of that"
"Yes", came May's reply, who was on speaker.
"And after that, you went to go for an exchange between Mike Peterson and his son, without backup, which led to Coulson being taken instead. What the hell May?", I grunted out.
"Don't use that tone with me, young lady", even from a distance I could tell that she would be glaring at me if she were here. "It was not my idea, Coulson went over my head and cancelled everything before we even had time to convince him otherwise"
"How long ago did that happen?" Natasha took over seeing that I could not get my thoughts straight right now, as I started pacing up and down the room.
"About 4 hours ago. We are currently heading to Alaska to the Hub to pick up agent Hand and a team of hers. I just finished talking with HQ about what to do. Everyone knows what happened. Fury, Maria, everyone". She was tense. I could almost hear the leather of the planes steering wheel being squeezed under her grip. "The whole organisation is on this"
After that there was silence. There was nothing of importance to be said anymore, and everyone was still taking in everything.
"We will let you know as soon as we know anything, if we find anything out before you do", Clint supplied.
"Of course, same goes for me"
I could tell she was about to hang up the phone. "Mel?" I called out. "Please be careful, I cannot lose you too"
"You won't", she said so matter-of-factly that I almost believed her. "And Phil is not gone, Skye. We'll find him. Don't do anything crazy until we do". And with that the line went dead.
The beeping noise on the speaker was drilling in my brain. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Shit. I kept picturing Coulson, as I knew him on the bus, and that image kept alternating with the one of him with the spear in his heart, staring up at me.
There was a ringing in my ears, as the images kept changing. Then, as I was piercing though his chest, seeing as he was dropping on the ground, I looked up and Ian Quinn was standing there. "The Clairvoyant says hi" he said and pulled the trigger. But instead of shooting me, the bullet found Coulson, right in the middle of his forehead, blood dripping out.
My eyes were glued on the mark as I felt my hands shake. Or was it my whole body? I couldn't really tell.
The ringing had never really left, but through it a new voice appeared.
"—breath. I nee— breath, Skye. Co— on, fo— me."
Then I felt someone holding onto my arms, it was faint but it was there. And two other hands were rubbing my cheeks. I looked up and, while blinking profoundly, Jemma's face started forming. I found myself frowning. What was she doing here? She was the one speaking but her words were broken, like I was listening to someone on the phone but the connection was bad.
"Look at—afe. It—eathe. Take—"
I was trying to follow on what she was saying, but I saw movement from behind her and my eyes locked onto Quinn. He was standing there, an emotionless expression on his face, as he started lifting his hand, the one holding the gun.
Whatever it was that Jemma was trying to tell me, stopped registering the moment the gun was trained at her. I pushed her on the side, lifting my hand ready to blast him off, but the shot never came.
But something else did. A pinch, on the side on my neck. It was like with it, the world stopped. I felt my limbs grow heavier, and the image in front of me started shifting. I thought I saw Clint, and a needle, but before I coul—
I suddenly was on my bed. At the homestead. The sun was coming in through the window, bringing in orange hues.
I had to blink a handful of times to understand what was happening. How did I…?, I thought as I pushed myself up. I found a glass of water on the nightstand and realised how dry my throat was.
What happened?, it felt like it was taking a while for my brains to understand what exactly happened. I was lethargic in a way I hadn't been in… only when I was coming off of strong painkillers from the hospital, or after I was put under.
Was I put under? What for? I was still very confused about what was going on, when I heard the door open. Or did I feel it? It was always very difficult to distinguish between my powers or my other senses when I was like this. I looked up and saw Natasha at the entrance of the room. "How do you feel?", she asked as she made her way towards me. I could hear the… concern?, in her voice.
Still confused, I answered. "Okay, I think?"
I was waiting for a clue, something, but instead she looked at me and then let out a sigh. Moving towards the window and nodding at something. "You feel good enough to head out? We're going to New York. We have already packed everything up" she said as she came to sit next to me.
Going to New York? Why would we— and then it hit me.
Coulson…
My head snapped to the window, and I quickly made my way there. I stumbled as a dizzy spell hit me from the sudden movement, but I refused Natasha's help and braced myself on the windowsill. I looked out, at the evening sky, before my eyes found the S.I. jet packed and ready to go.
"How long was I out?", I gritted out, as I triple checked that everything of importance to finding him was not in the room.
"About fourteen hours".
My head snapped in her direction. "Fourteen hours?!And why are we not already at the Tower?!", I stumbled out of the room. Whatever they had injected me with was still being flashed out of my system. My metabolism worked faster than normal and I normally needed less time for the drugs to leave my body… what concoction had they used?
Natasha came to help me down the stairs and I reluctantly let her so we could go to the jet and leave as soon as possible. "You needed the rest, and we didn't want to move you in case anything happened and you woke up in the middle of the flight. Safer to be on the ground", she explained calmly. "Stark already knows and is looking everywhere. But you needed to get some actual sleep, and not the kind that you were pretending to do while we were here. When we find Phil, you need to be on your A game"
When we reached the living room, I stopped Nat. "How bad was it?", I asked and she understood what I was talking about.
"The house was shaking, the whole area around it as well" she didn't sugarcoat her words.
"Shit", I said under my breath but she still heard me.
Her hand lifted my chin so I looked at her. Her green eyes shinning with love. "It's okay. It's why you and Clint chose such a remote location after all. But… we are going to have to talk about what happened, okay?"
I hated talking about these things. "Fine, after"
"After"
I felt like hitting my head on the table. It had been over two days since Coulson was taken. And we were running in circles. I knew that if we kept searching we would find something, but it was mentally exhausting.
Or exhausting in general, given that after whatever it is that was given to me I had been unable to sleep.
At that time, I felt someone close in and place a cup next to me. "Seems like you could use it", Tony said and pushed the coffee closer.
"Thanks", I replied with a raspy voice, making sure to whisper. Jemma had refused to leave my side, and was dozing off with a blanket draped over her. She claimed that I was bound to collapse at some point if I kept going on like this, but in all honestly, I have had worse. And after that long nap was forced upon me, this was nothing. It wasn't my first all-nighter and it wouldn't be my last. "How is everyone upstairs?"
"Pepper is trying to make sure no-one does anything rash. Romanoff is taking her frustrations out on Steve in the gym as we speak", he sat in his chair, eyes immediately glued on the screen, fingers typing away. "Any news here?"
I shook my head. The coffee helped clear some of the fogginess that had started to settle in. "Same old. I just got a call from May about someone called Vanchat, apparently, he was selling Chitauri metal that the newly experimented upon Super Soldiers had on them", I stretched my back and started typing myself. "I was about to start looking at any money trails I could find from him. Hopefully they will lead somewhere", exacerbation bled in my voice and Tony turned to look at me.
"You know you can go and knock Capsicle on his ass a couple of times, right? That's bound to make you feel better", he offered.
"Nah", I said but did look away from the screen. "I need to focus here and I think Jemma will have an aneurysm if she heard I decided to spar with Steve" I looked fondly over at her sleeping form. "It's just driving me nuts that he is somewhere out there, and we just cannot quite get there. I feel like I can almost touch it, but everything so far had been a dead end", I sighed.
He sat back on his chair. "Is it just this that's frustrating you, or also not being able to find Ian Quinn?"
I whipped around like… what? Where did this come from? "Well, you did say you were tired last we talked, and… well, I know the reason for your delay getting here. It was my jet that came to pick you all up, after all."
"Okay, no", I said with a finality in my voice. "We are not doing this now Tony. I don't know where this is coming from, but now is really not the time", I turned back on my laptop with a newly found energy to just continue the search.
"I did tell you last time that you don't have to suffer alone. Suffering comes in a lot of forms", he thankfully turned to his screen and started typing. "And you have been avoiding Romanoff and Barton since you guys got here".
I sighed. He meant well, I knew he did. "Look, I'm open to talk, just not right now. Let's find him first, and then, if things seem okay, we can talk. Let's just focus on the important things right now". It was the only olive branch I could offer right now.
As I was looking into the financial movements of Vanchat, they were all over the place. And while a lot of them were probably very interesting for the government, I was breezing through all of them, since I had done the same through every single person that May had found, or that Tony or myself discovered.
I was breezing through them, my whole attention was on the screen, taking in information and saving what might have been interesting for Fury. I was going through her files so fast, that I briefly passed through her information and then had to stop and scroll back up.
"Hello, Raina"
Notes:So.. basically Skye has a really bad reaction to Phil being taken, and it was a mic between what happened at the Helicarrier and with Quinn, and she didn't have a good time. Let's be honest, she is a moving trauma right now. And because her powers were getting triggered Clint sedated her and they lost some time until then went to the Tower.
Also, I know it might seem like we are going in circles with the whole thing, and might seem like a complete filler chapter, but there are plot reasons I promise!