Vodka and Tea
It would take two days to fly to the HUB. Skye wasn't looking forward to it. So far she liked the science twins. They seemed okay. She didn't tell them anything about herself though, she suspected that Coulson and May would drill them for information afterwards.
Ward was a completely different story. As much as she dislike and distrusted her parents, she didn't think they'd go so far as to have a bug planted in her car. So, was Ward acting alone or part of something bigger? While hacking into S.H.I.E.L.D. she had found multiple agents contacting unknown sources that all traced back to the same I.P address. She'd mention it to Fury when she saw him.
Ward seemed to have a new interest in her, which annoyed her to no end. To anyone else, it would have looked like he was simply being nice, but Skye was excellent at reading people, and felt that he was being creepy.
Skye spent almost the entire first day on the lower level of the BUS, wanting to avoid all except the science twins. She slept in her van, turning down the offer to sleep in one of the bunks. Frankly, her van was bigger and more comfortable.
The only time she did go upstairs was for the shower and food. There was only a toilet near the lab and Skye would never turn down free, decently cooked food. She avoided May and Coulson, an easy feat as Coulson stayed in his office and May had to pilot the plane. Ward was different though.
He was constantly seeking her out, asking her to spar and asking personal questions about her past. Individually, the questions could be passed off as simple curiosity. It was the amount and how often he asked which tipped her off.
To an untrained individual, it would still feel uncomfortable, but seeing as he isn't actually being too evasive, one would feel ridiculous and forget about it.
Skye didn't trust Ward. She didn't know what he wanted from her but he wasn't going to get it.
Skye may have dropped many things when her parents abandoned her, like school and generally giving a shit about things, but she never stopped training. She was flexible and small, May, had taught her how to use that before leaving her, but Skye took it a step further by taking up gymnastics.
Neither her parents or Fury knew about it, which she loved. Her coach had pegged her for the Olympic team if she wanted. But then her Dad died, which just fucked everything up.
May had always done Tai-Chi with her but Skye much preferred Yoga.
Skye, exited her van, wearing a simple blue tank top and black leggings. She unrolled her mat and began.
She wasn't much of a fan of the whole breathing or spirituality aspect of it, but she loved the stretching.
She started, getting as far as balancing on her head until Ward interrupted her.
"Wow, you're pretty flexible" he said, dumbly.
"No shit, Sherlock" she replied sarcastically to him, shifting her position so her feet were in front of her, her lower back hovering over her head.
"Wanna spar?" Ward asked. It was only then that she noticed he was in her workout clothes. She supposed handing him his ass would be the only way to get him to leave her alone. Skye sighed and began to untangle her limbs from one another and stood up.
"Fine" Skye agreed warily.
Ward grinned triumphantly and began to get the matts out.
Skye rolled up her matt, tossing it into her van and began to wrap her knuckles.
Unknown to either of them Coulson and May had been standing on the railings watching her yoga and now her fight.Even FitzSimmons had exited the labs to watch them fight.
"My money's on Skye" Fitz whispered to Simmons. "What?" he exclaimed after seeing Simmons face. "We've known Ward longer, seen him fight. We know nothing about Skye. Plus, Ward's got the height and weight advantage."
"Hmm" was all Simmons said.
With the mats in place Skye took up a fighting stance that May taught her when she was three. May saw this and it brought a small smile of pride to her lips.
The fight didn't last more than thirty seconds.
Skye dodged or blocked every punch Ward aimed, got him in the gut and while he was busy recovering from it, she jumped up and kicked his head, dragging him to the ground.
After a single punch to the face, he tapped out.
Ward hadn't gotten her once.
"Well that was fun" her voice dripped with sarcasm.
FitzSimmons were staring in shock, Ward was still on the ground, attempting to recover from the damage done to his head. May and Coulson had a look of pride before they left.
After FitzSimmons recovered from seeing Ward so easily beaten, they rushed to Skye, demanding to know where she learnt that. Skye smiled, the two of them reminding her of puppies. She smirked before telling them "Fury's more flexible then he looks."
Without another word she climbed into her van and shut the door behind her. After another few moments of shocked silence from FitzSimmmons, they start banging on Skye's van, complaining that she can't just drop a bomb like that and then walk away. After a second, Skye opens the door and lets them in.
Everyone's too distracted to see Wards besotted look or the tent in his pants.
"Tea?" Skye asked while putting the kettle on her tiny cooker. FitzSimmons nodded their agreement while taking in their surroundings. The van was small but it wasn't cramped. There were faery lights strung up in random places along with photos of Skye and her friends in various landmarks around America.
Skye sat on her desk chair, leaving Fitzsimmons on the bed. Skye was vigilantly keeping an eye on her computer, wondering if either of them would plant a bug like Ward did.
A few silent moments passed while the kettle boiled and Skye got out the tea pot and cups, all the while keeping an eye out for bug alerts. Once the tea is made and poured, Skye is satisfied that they're not going to plant any bugs.
"So, what brings you to my humble abode?" Skye asked, an easy smile on her face. She was starting to like these two, even if they were under the command of her parents. It was something she was willing to forgive. How where they to know how awful they were?
"Well you can't exactly destroy Ward in five seconds" Simmons started "One of the best field agents we have" Fitz continued "Then act like it's no big deal" Simmons went on "then say that Fury taught you how to do it, like freaking Fury, best spy ever" was Fitz "And then brush it off like it's no big deal" Simmons finished.
Skye smiled at them. She supposed to anyone else what she did and said was note worthy. To her it was normal.
"That doesn't really answer my question though" She said while sipping her tea.
FitzSimmons look at each other, uncertainty written on their face. "How is it that Fury taught you to fight like that and you stand like May when you fight?" Simmons asks, her voice quiet and timid.
Skye's face darkens considerably. She's silent for a full minute before answering. "That is a long story that I'm not at all drunk enough to answer." With that Skye takes a bottle of vodka from somewhere hidden under her desk and takes several long drinks straight from the bottle. A quarter of it is empty by the time she's finished.
"How can you drink so much so quickly? That stuff tastes vile" Fitz asks
"Practise" is all she says.