084s have feelings too

Skye woke to the sound of quiet chatting. Her headache was minor, but her mouth tasted disgusting. Looking around, she saw a bottle of water on the dresser, next to some pain killers. Skipping the meds, she drank some water, trying to get rid of the taste in her mouth.

Getting up, she moved the curtain and moved to the shower. She waved but didn't look at them, too busy setting up her shower playlist. Skye disappeared into the bathroom, never looking up.

"How is she not dead?" Clint mumbled into his coffee. He had drank a litre of water before he went to sleep and taken several pain meds to help prevent a hangover, but it persisted. His throat was dry, his head pounded. Natasha wasn't much better. Phil chuckled at them both. "How much did you both drink?" he asked them. "Less than a shot" Natasha replied.

Phil just chuckled again before starting to make pancakes. They were an old family recipe, Skye adored them. He only cooked them on big occasions like Christmas and birthdays, or if Skye got an A in a test, Melinda got a promotion.
Taking out his phone, he texted Melinda to meet him in Skye's quarters.

Skye stayed in the shower for a good hour, washing her hair and just enjoying the heat, that was slowly waking her up, dancing along to the music on her phone. Her memories from last night were mostly missing, but she wasn't worried. She was in a secure facility, surrounded by spies, not to mention the two super assassians who were with her the night before. Her last memorie was of playing Robot Hookers Die 2. Shrugging, she continued to dance. She stopped suddenly when a familiar scent hit her.
She hadn't smelled that in years. What the hell was going on? Was there an intruder, trying to lure her in a false sense of security? Well whoever it was, obviously had some bad info. The smell of her father's pancakes had her on high alert immediatly. Her father sure as hell wouldn't cook them. He didn't care enough about her to make them.

Keeping the shower and her music on, she slipped out of the shower, putting a towel around herself and her hair up in a bun. She grabbed a knife from the plumbing of the sink.
When the room was built, there had been several secret passages added. There was no paperwork of them and only Skye knew what led where. It was a complex maze in there. Not even Fury knew how to navigate them.

Skye removed one of the tiles from the floor, slinking down to the underground passage, putting the tile back as she went. She followed the scent to the kitchen, climbing up a ladder until she could slide out of a compartment of the wall that was practically invivible, knife in hand, waiting to attack.

She was not prepared for what she saw.

Her mother, the Ice Queen, was laughing with Clint over something or another. Her father was laughing with Natasha as he flipped pancakes. They were all, save Phil, eating pancakes and joking like best friends.

Placing a mask of fury on her face, she leaves her hiding place, knife in hand, and starts walking to her bed.

The noise stops when everyone sees her. She doesn't look at any of them, just walks through.

Natasha and Clint were left feeling confused. They were super spies for fucks sake, how did they not hear a Skye? Natasha had advanced freaking hearing and even she didn't hear her. Phil and Melinda were sad that their baby was so sad and angry.

It wasn't pleasant when Melinda found out about Skye's drinking. It didn't help that Natasha had nearly broken her nose only moments before.

"Skye?" Melindas' voice was soft and timid, a hint of hope in there too. Skye stopped but didn't turn around. "Do you want to join us for breakfast? You must be hungry."
Skye never turned around, just threw the knife at Melinda, which she only just caught. She sighed, expecting no less reaction and sat back down. Skye disappeared behind the curtain, having never looked at them once.

Phil sighed. He should have known better than to suprise Skye like that. She hated suprises. Or did she? He honestly didn't know. He knew the child Skye. He knew her as an innocent little girl who hated Barbie and did Tai Kwan Do around the house like a dance. He didn't know this girl and that was becoming clearer and clearer to him.
He looked over to Melinda and saw her draw the same conclusion as he had. They had fucked up so much.

"Now that" Clint saw the look on Coulson and May's face "was an impressive shot for someone so hungover."

He grabbed a plate, shoveled pancakes on it, and walked over to Skye's quarters. He opened the curtain to find her with headphones on, blasting music so loud, even his slighlty deaf ears could hear, and typing furiously on her laptop.

He plucked the headphones off her head and earned an annoyed "hey!" in return.

"So, is your lack of a hangover something to do with your extreme alcohol tolerance?" Clint asked amused. He peeked at her laptop to see the screen split in two, a redacted S.H.I.E.L.D. document on one half, and several lines of code on the other. Skye quickly turned it away when she saw Clint looking.

"Something like that" was all she said in way of reply. She got off her bed and went to get changed behind her screen. Once she was done she got back to her bed to see neither Clint nor the laptop had been moved.

She scrunched up her nose in disgust when she saw the pancakes.

"Not a fan?"
"Not anymore" Skye muttered, her face dark. She attacked the keyboard even more feroicly then before, as if finding a new reason to type.

Clint sat there for a while, not knowing how to act. How could he help Skye forgive Phil, when he couldn't even do it himself?

He started to eat the pancakes, not noticing Skye's look of disgust. To Skye, this just showed her that Clint was on Phil and May's side.

She rummaged around in the bag she brought from the bus and found, to her immense joy, another bottle if vodka. It was much smaller, only a litre bottle, and was disguised to look like water. It was perfect for drinking in public.

Clint saw the bottle and was happy for a moment, that Skye was getting some water in her. That was, until he caught the smell of it.

"Nope" was all he said, as he snatched the bottle out of her hands.
"Hey" Skye exclaimed "I was drinking that"
"I know you were" he replied "and no matter how good your tolerance is, you gotta think of your liver."

"No I don't" she said "I had a doctor friend do some work on me a year ago, check ups and all that shit. I heal fast."

She saw that he wasn't convinced, so she grabbed a knife from one of the many hidden places of the room.

"Hey, where did that come fro-" He was cut off by the sight of Skye stabbing herself in the gut. She winced slightly, but before she could explain, Clint was screaming for the others. She sighed when they all came rushing in, only to stop short at the sight of the knife in her.

May screamed, Coulson went pale and sunk down to his knees, Natasha ran off to get medical supplies, Clint just sat there, dumb struck and Skye just sighed.

Natasha came back with bandages, a needle and thread and scissors. Clint reached for the bottle of vodka, attempting to clean the cut from infection.

"For fuck sake, would you all just chill, Clint, if you come near me with that bottle and cause me extra pain, I will end you." It didn't stop them, so she took matters into her own hands.

She removed the bloodied knife from her stomach, to gasps from the others at her lack of reaction. She lifted her shirt up to show the knife wound healing rapidly. It was gone in seconds, without a single mark left to show what had just happened.
"So Clint, as you can see, my liver is fine, so give me the fucking vodka."