Childhood Memories and Knives
Skye woke from her vodka induced sleep a few hours later. Her hangover was minor, having gotten used to them long ago.
After she found out that they would be landing in a few hours, Skye went for a shower. She was absolutely buzzing with excitement. She couldn't wait to see her Furyliceous Pirate Man.
Going down to her van, she put on a nice pair of jeans, loose top and a necklace Fury gave her. It also doubled as a GPS, should she ever be captured, had a tiny comms unit in it as well, but she disabled those when she ran. She slipped a knife in her boots, and one under her shirt. Being raised by spies meant that some habits are hard to break, constantly being armed was one of them.
She was just messing around on her computer when she heard May's voice through the comms, telling them to buckle up.
Skye practically ran out of her van to buckle up. Simmons gave her an amused look. She expected Skye to be sad and hungover today, after last nights conversation. She wasn't expecting this happy, puppy version of Skye that was jumping around the place.
"What's got you so happy?" Fitz asked. Skye didn't answer, just smiled at him. As soon as they landed, Skye jumped up from her seat and waited for the cargo ramp to go down.
Ward came down the stairs, suprised to see Skye so excited and bouncy. The four of them waited, everyone waiting to see what was making Skye so happy.
Coulson and May were watching them from the railing. Phil was holding May as she silently sobbed into his jacket. It hurt to see her so happy for someone else, knowing that this was probably the happiest she's been in months, and that her sadness was their fault.
The cargo ramp slowly lowered to reveal the usually stoic Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. with a massive grin on his face. Skye gave a small yelp of happiness, running to Fury before the cargo ramp had fully made its way down. She jumped the last bit off the ramp, and hugged Fury for all it she was worth.
Holding him tight she told him "Oh my Furylicous Pirate Man I've missed you." After a moment, they let go. Fury turned his back to her and bent slightly. Skye realised what he was doing, smiled, and jumped onto his back. she said through her laughter.
FitzSimmons stared in shock. They had never met the Director before, but they had heard horror stories at the Academy about how hard, ruthless and emotionless he could be. Rumour had it, that he once fired an agent for laughing at the wrong time. Seeing him like that, was something completely unheard of. It was only then that they realised just how important Skye must be, in order for the Director to behave the way he did with her.
Ward paled slightly when he saw Skye with the Director. It was more than obvious that they were close, like family. If he could convert her to Hydra, it would be amazing. Someone that close to Fury would be able to access literally every secret that S.H.I.E.L.D. had hidden. But if it didn't work and he revealed too much too soon, his head would be on a spike and Hydra would be compromised. It was not an easy decision to make. He'd have to ask Garrett later about it.
Meanwhile, Fury carried Skye down several highly restricted hallways chatting about nothing important, just talking because they could.
Fury set Skye down in front of a door, making a grand gesture towards it. Skye looked at him, smiling before opening it. It was her old classroom. Well, classroom could be used in the loosest possible form, it was more an apartment than classroom. There was a small lab unit where she learned how to counter act most poisons and how to create them, a small gun range that she used for throwing knives too, training mats, punch bags, treadmills and workout equipment everything she could need to become an excellent fighter.
In the corner there was a medical wing, where she learnt how to stitch people closed, remove bullets and what arteries to cut to make someone bleed fatally. In the middle of the room, her old desk stood, a whiteboard in front and several bookshelves filled with books on languages. Close to that was the kitchenette, where she learned how to survive on the bare minimum of food.
Her favourite part of the room, was the curtained off corner. That was where her bed was, where she slept whenever she came here. There was a large TV, bean bags,gaming systems that she and Fury had spent hours on. Her closet was there, with all her pre-teen clothes. Skye always wondered why she hadn't stayed here when her parents abandoned her. She always assumed her father told Fury not to.
Skye squealed when she saw the place, exactly the same from when she was last there. She ran to the various stations, taking everything in. "I've been looking for this" Skye said, holding up a necklace from her dresser.
Once she made her way to the training area, she held up a small, delicate looking knife. There were tears in her eyes. Peggy Carter had given Skye her first knife for her third birthday. Peggy wasn't around much, she was in her late seventies when Skye was born. But she'd been May's SO, so she made the effort to come around every now and then.
Skye had tried visiting Peggy when she ran, but her dementia was so bad, she didn't even recognise her. Seeing the little knife brought so many memories back to Skye. Peggy was too old to train her, but she told Skye all about the brave Captain America, how even if you're small, you can still be brave. Peggy had told her how it's okay to do boy stuff and still like being a girl. Peggy had given Skye her first red lipstick, then taught her how to apply it. She missed Peggy.
She heard the door open and looked up. The two agents who had been with Fury when he told her of Coulsons death were there. She later found out that they were Avengers, but she didn't really care. She cared more about Captain America and Tony Stark. Those were two people she could get behind.
"Who are you?" Skye asked, curious. She had an idea of them, but nothing really solid.
"Tasha" the red head told her. "Clint" said the blonde man. Fury was watching them interact.
"Skye" was all she said in way of replies.
She put her knife down, realising it was probably the wrong thing to be messing with if she wanted to appear friendly.
"So you're Coulson and May's kid?" Everything went in slow motion after that. FUry closed his eyes, disappointment crossing his face, his shoulders tensing. Skye's smile vanished, her stance became predatory, her whole face darkened. The look of hate that came over her face was one of extreme hate that didn't belong to someone so young.
She picked up her knife and threw it at a speed that impressed Natasha. It nicked his ear before wedging itself onto the wall behind them.
"Don't" she growled out, her voice low "call me that."