084s have feelings too

"Don't" Skye growled "call me that. Or next time I won't miss."

Fury was actually impressed that she'd only nicked Clint's ear. He expected much worse after Skye being called Phil and May's kid.

Natasha tensed, waiting for a further attack while Clint just looked confused, not knowing what he did wrong. Skye picked up her bag and made her way over to her bed, shutting the curtains behind her.

"Did you not read her damn file?" Fury whispered harshly to Clint. "I gave you that damn thing so you wouldn't say something stupid. She'd kill me if she knew I gave it to you."
"I didn't think I'd have to" Clint started "I figured any kid of Coulson's would be cool. Coulson was a great guy, why would his kid react this way?" he asked, still confused over Skye's reaction.

"This is why you read the damn file" Fury whispered. He looked to Natasha for support. "I read it" was all she said.

"Clint, read the fucking file, Natasha, damage control" Fury whispered warily, nodding to Skye's curtained off quarters and giving Clint a file that was in his jacket.

"Mind if I join you?" Natasha asked, pulling apart the curtain to reveal Skye sitting sitting on the bed, her bag open in front of her and a bottle of vodka glued to her lips. Skye put the bottle down. "Why not" she said, her words weren't slurred at all, to Natasha's surprise and she didn't even sway at all.

Natasha took out Skye's knife from her jacket, inspecting it. She read out the inscription on it, that had blurred after so many years and so much use. It read "To my darling Skye, have a wonderful Birthday and don't stab anyone, Peggy."

Natasha wondered if the Peggy who gave Skye the knife, was Peggy Carter, founder of S.H.I.E.L.D. It would make sense. Natasha didn't know May personally, but she knew that Carter had been May's SO.

Natasha handed Skye back her knife. Skye offered her the vodka. Natasha took it, taking a drink. She nearly coughed it all back up the moment she drank it. This was some strong stuff and even her Russian liver could barely handle it. She passed the bottle back to Skye who then took several long gulps. Natasha was impressed.

Clint came in soon after, his anger carefully disguised. Phil Coulson had been a father to him, the first person he trusted in a long, long time. He knew the man wasn't perfect, but he had been caring, considerate. Everything a father should be. That man didn't match up to the discription in the file he was given. Phil Coulson wasn't the type to abandoned his kid when they needed him most. But he had. As someone who grew up in the foster system, he knew what it was like to not feel loved, or wanted. At least he knew his parents didn't do it willingly.

Clint sat down in a bean bag next to Natasha and was about to apolagise before Skye passed the bottle to him. So she was ok with what he said. He took a swig of the bottle, but his liver wasn't as strong as Tasha's, which meant he coughed is lungs out.

Skye had set up one of the gaming systems but stopped to take the bottle back from Clint.

"Are you even legal to drink yet?" he asked her. "Well legally, I don't exist, so let's just go with it" She replied before taking a drink. Jesus, this girl drank the stuff like it was water.
"Who wants to kill Robot Hookers?" Skye asked.

Once Fury was sure Skye wouldn't kill the two of them, he left to go find May and Coulson. He was pissed. Fury had known Skye since she was a baby. He had his reasons for keeping away from Skye in her teenage years. Hopefully, one day, he could tell her why.

She had always sounded sad when he called, but he would have never guessed the amount of pure rage that she exuded when someone called her Coulson's and May's daughter.
He made his to the BUS, and went up to Coulson's office.
Neither Coulson nor May showed any signs of surprise at seeing him. May's eyes were red, the only sign that she had been crying.

"How is she?" Coulson asked, his voice small. Skye hadn't spoken to him once. He had no idea how she was.

"I left her in her old room with Natasha and Clint. She threw a knife at Clint." Coulson smiled at that, but it quickly disappeared when Fury continued. "He called her your kid, which caused the knife incident."

"They're both angry at you, Phil. Clint especially."

"Permission to notify them of my revivial, sir?" Phil asked, his voice full of hope.
"Granted."

Skye, Natasha and Clint where sitting around the TV, shooting robot hookers with machine guns. Skye had passed the bottle around multiple times, with Skye getting slightly intoxicated. Natasha and Clint faked how much they actually drank, only taking tiny sips, but even that was enough to make them disorientated and slightly dizzy. They were seriously impressed with Skye's tolerance.

Skye grunted in disapproval when she reached the end of the bottle. Much to everyone's surprise, she was only mildly tipsy.

"How the hell can you drink so much?" Clint finally asked. Skye just smirked at him, rached over to her bag, shuffling throught the contents. Eventually, she pulled out a joint and a lighter.

Once it was lit, and she'd had her fill, she offered it to the other two, who declined. Natasha had never been much of a smoker, but Clint had had a fair share of experiences from foster homes, and he could smell exactly how strong this stuff was.

After a long time and two joints later, Skye was suitably intoxicated.

"It usually takes more to get me to this level" she commented "maybe it's cause I haven't eaten today.."

"How are you not dead? Or at least significantly more high right now?" Clint asked in severe disbelief. Skye turned so her head was hanging off the edge of the bead, looking at the two of them upside down.

"Oh you know how it is," Skye started, a giggle in her voice "A village in China dies protecting an 0-8-4, the 0-8-4 ends up being a little baby, Baby goes to two agents. They love her, care for her, sing her to sleep, teach her how to fight the bad guys. Mommy goes out, when she comes back, she looks at you and cries. Mommy leaves, then Daddy won't look at you without wincing. Daddy leaves too, but pretends to still care. Baby feels sad. Baby finds out she doesn't feel sad with vodka. She drinks lots and lots of it." Skye's voice had started to sound like a childs.

"She drinks so much she can't get drunk anymore. She starts doing other minor stuff, it's ok. And then great news! Daddy's dead! Daddy isn't ignoring Baby anymore. Baby gets better, doesn't drink as much, gets friends, it's all great. Then, she finds out Daddy's not dead, and still ignoring her. It all goes down the drain and she starts drinking again. Baby finds out Mommy and Daddy are together again, just not with her. Baby doesn't remember the week after that. She decides, no more! She get's her shit together, only for Mommy and Daddy to find her."

Natasha and Clint were tense and on edge after hearing Skye's story. Fury didn't say anything about an alchohal problem. Or Coulson being alive. They didn't think they could be more pissed at Coulson, but they were.

Skye took a fourth joint out of her bag. In three breaths she was finished.

"I should be able to sleep now." She promptly passed out on the bed.