084s have feelings too

Skye supposed, nothing in her life was really normal. She reflected on her life as she sat in the back of a shield van with a bag over her head.

Her parents- no, she refused to call them that.

She was adopted by Phil Coulson and Melinda May after they had cared for her after a year undercover with her. Her 0-8-4 status meant she was a liability. Phil and May went undercover to gather intel. The 0-8-4 was there as both a cover and to see what type of power she possessed, if any. Over the year, Phil and May bonded over caring for Skye, as they named her, and as these things happened, fell in love.

Fury was pissed, of course, when he found out May and Phil decided to keep the baby. It was in no way practical, but when Skye batted her big brown eyes at him and giggled, he couldn't deny her.

Phil and May got married, Skye's life looked like it would be okay.

She was trained by both her parents in tactical, defence and survival while still going to school. She was cared for by her Uncle Nick if both her parents where away on a mission
Everything was great up until Skye turned 12.

Then Bahrain happened. Melinda couldn't look at her Skye, her baby, without seeing the little girl who wanted her pain. Phil tried, he really did. but she couldn't take it. so she left, applied for divorce and didn't talk to her daughter or husband. Every year, May still sent Skye a birthday present. It was the least she could do for her baby, even if she was too damaged to care for Skye herself.

Phil was heartbroken. He forgot about his daughter and threw himself into his work, leaving Skye home alone for weeks at a time while he went on missions.

That was Skye's life for two years, go home, do her homework, check if there's any messages from dad, cry when she saw there wasn't, eat some dinner then look at old photos of the three of them together and cry herself to sleep while clutching her Moms' old jumper and the Captain America teddy her Dad got her years ago.

She didn't understand. Why didn't her parents love her anymore? Could she have been a better daughter? Gotten better grades?

For two years, Skye wallowed in her misery with her Dad making an appearance every six months or so. They didn't speak when he came. He would unload masses of gifts as a sort of apology, but he never did say he was sorry, and after a week, he was gone again.

It wasn't until Skye turned fourteen that things started to change. Instead of hating herself, she hated her parents for leaving her. She burned the presents May sent and destroyed the gifts Phil brought with him in front of him. All but one gift survived. A laptop.

It was when she turned fifteen that she met Miles Lydon. He told her about freedom of information, taught her how to hack, and introduced her to the Rising Tide.

She was furious when she found out that her parents were S.H.I.E.L.D. Of all the years she had with them, they never told her what they did. She just assumed that what her parents did was normal. She grew up with it, why would she ever question it?

She was able to hack into her mothers account to see what had happened in Bahrain. When that proved fruitless, she checked on Phil's
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Discovering that he wasn't abroad most of the time, but had bought an apartment closer to work filled her with rage. He wasn't away saving the world, he was just away because he didn't want to see her.

Skye changed the locks on the house so if ever Phil did attempt to visit he couldn't enter.

He only tried once.

He came around the same date evey six months. On January 6th and August 8th. After Christmas and after her birthday.

So, on January 6th, Skye looked through the peep hole to see Phil attempt to unlock the door. When it wouldnt work and he tried all his other keys, he look into the peephole as if directly seeing Skye, sighed and left. Not before leaving something in the letter box.

When she was sure he was gone, she went out to retrieve whatever he had left in the mailbox.

It was the keys to Lola. He never let Skye drive her. The keys were an apology and goodbye in one and for the first time in nearly two years, Skye cried over her parents who were as good as dead.

She would have no idea how true that would become.

Phil didn't visit again, but still sent gifts that she would immediatly send back.

She was seventeen, still living in her childhood home. She didn't know what anchored her there. She stayed in school, barely. She joined the Rising tide officially and did whatever she could to help.

Then Uncle Nick came over for the first time in six years. He told her Phil had died in the line of duty. A red headed woman and a blonde man accompanied him.

She didn't say anything, just nodded, gave Nick the keys to Lola and continued the hack she was doing on her laptop before she was interrupted.

The trio looked at her in shock. Why wouldnt they? They had no way to know that her father may as well have been dead for years and this changed nothing. After a few hours they left, unnerved over Skyes acceptance. The only time she spoke was to order pizza.

Once they left, she put her plan into action. Draining the account that Phil had set up for her to support herself while he "worked" and draining her Mothers as well for good measure. She deleted herself from the system, no birth certificate, social security number, everything, even off the S.H.I.E.L.D. data base. Taking her laptop, clothes and any valuables she could sell she left. She didnt give a second glance to the captain america taddy on her dresser that had been gathering dust.

She bought her van, and hacked S.H.I.E.L.D. for all that it was worth.

She was as happy as she could be. but there was still a deep emptiness in her that had existed since she was twelve. She was nineteen now and it was still there.

Then things really went to shit when S.H.I.E.L.D. finally caight her. She was black bagged and shoved into a car. So, here she was. She wondered if she'd see her Uncle Nick again.

She slightly missed him. not enough to feel sad, he abandoned her just as much as her parents, but still, it would be nice to see him.

After a long car journey, she was led up some stairs and sat down.

After the bag was removed and her vision cleared, she looked up and laughed.

Laughed manically, hystericaly, like the world was about to end.

Sitting across from her was her "dead" father, Phil Coulson.

"You have got to be kidding me" she choked out between laughing.

Phil just stared at her, slack jawed and pale faced.