Even More Stabbing
Clint wordlessly handed the bottle back to Skye, too shocked to say anything. She took a small drink from it, sighed in satisfaction and then went back to her laptop, effectively ignoring everyone.
"Well that's something you don't see everyday" Clint said, the first to break out of his shock. Steve had similar healing abilities, but nothing nearly as fast as that. Natasha was about to ask what the ever loving fuck had just happened, but was stopped when Fury entered the room.
He froze when he saw everyone gathered around Skye, all of them still as a rock. Fearing the worst, he quickly made his way over. he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Skye unharmed, sitting in the bed and typing. He stopped short when he saw her ripped and bloodied top.
"What the fuck happend here" Fury practically roared. Natasha and Clint shared a look. Fury never got this pissed. Angry, yes. Furious, of course. But this, this was uncharted water. No one had lived to tell the tale of Fury losing his calm. It just didn't happen. They knew Skye was important, knew that Fury cared deeply for the girl, but they didn't realise exactly how much Fury cared. The human side of Natasha thought it was great that Fury had someone to humanise him. The logical part told her that if anyone was to get their hands on Skye, they could run S.H.I.E.L.D. through Fury. She'd have to teach Skye to defend herself, and fast.
May and Coulson paled even more when they heard Fury. They were not ready to deal with him after what they had just seen. Skye just laughed before jumping up and giving him a hug to reassure him. She fucking laughed for gods sake. Clint was in way over his head, he realised. Skye started babbling in some weird ancient sounding language that Clint had no hope of understanding. Then she fucking stabbed herselfagain, batting her eyes like nothing had happened. Fury lost his shit for a moment before Skye started to talk again.
Instead of Fury looking reassured, his face got darker and darker, as did Skye's. She took a deep breath before whispering something, her head down. Fury closed his eyes and pulled Skye into a bone crushing hug. Clint was baffled. He had never seen such vulnerability on the Directors face. He came to the same conclusion as Natasha. This girl needed to learn to defend herself, because if she was caught, SHIELD could be controlled by anyone.
May and Coulson were both visibly shaken up. How did their child figure out they had a gift like that? It sent dark thoughts spiralling through their heads. They both hoped Skye had continued with her training so she could defend herself, but they had no way to know.
Skye jumped up to hug Fury, happy to see him again. It was all well and good until Fury saw her shirt.
<Okay, don't freak out but I've something to show you.> Fury didn't look convinced. He freaked out completely when she stabbed herself. He only calmed down when he saw that the wound was completely healed.
<Skye, how long have you known about this?> Fury asked, his voice low. <More importantly how do you know about this?> Her face darkened then. She knew she would eventually have to tell this story. She just hoped that that time would come, well, never.
<Do you remember when I was 15 around Summer?> It was a pointless question she knew. Around that time, she had gotten extremely depressed. Fury had even gone so far to send Agents to the house to make sure she was okay. They never found anything physically wrong with her, so they left. Skye just got better at hiding her depression and then drowning it with vodka.
Her voice was barely above a whisper now. <The Agents never saw anything wrong because the cuts healed so quickly.> There was a single tear rolling down her face.
She despised showing weakness. It was something she prided herself on. The only person she could really be vulnerable in front of nowadays was Fury, and even then, it was a rare occurance. He gave her a tight hug, making her feel safe, something she hadn't felt in a while, but no more tears fell.
When they were done, Fury led her to the kitchen and started making hot chocolate. She smiled at that. He would only ever make it when she fell and hurt her knee, someone was mean to her, or anything else that made her upset.
Clint and Natasha joined them as they sipped their drinks. "So, Skye, obviously your knife skills are great and your stealth, but how's your combat skills?" Skye kept her face neutral, slightly curious and happy, something Natasha would expect. She gave Fury a small look. "Absolutely awful" She told her. "Fury's tried to train me, but I suck at it." Fury gave a small chuckle "It's true, she's horrible, unteachable." "Well that's going to have to change" Natasha said firmly. "You got any workout clothes here?" She asked Skye. At Skye's nod, she continued, "Meet me at the mat in five minutes." Skye nodded and smiled, this was gonna be fun.
Five minutes later, Skye and Natasha were on the workout mat, both in gym gear. Fury had filled in May and Coulson onto what was happening and had a bet going over who would win. Clint was completely oblivious.
"Okay, we're gonna go a nice simple warm up round, just simple sparring, sound good?" Natasha asked Skye. She smiled and nodded.
No one was really sure when Natasha realised Skye wasn't a complete failure when it came to combat. It was probably when Skye managed to flip Natasha onto her back within the first five seconds. The only thing that they could agree on was that it was a dance. a beautiful, mesmerising dance. The two moved gracefully, full of confidence. They easily matched each other in skill and strength.
After half an hour, Natasha felt a thin sheen of sweat over her body. Sweating didn't happen to her when it was just training. Once she saw that neither she nor Skye were going to back down soon, she called it quits.
"You are a better liar then I thought. Congratulations."
"Mind if I have a go?" May asked Skye. The whole room held their breath. This wasn't expected.
Skye gave a terse nod. She was going to enjoy this.
The fight consisted of Skye hitting May, and May doing little to avoid it. Phil had an idea of what May was doing, but didn't think this was the best way to relieve some of the anger Skye felt for them. After ten minutes, Skye called it off. May was bruised and bloodied, but she didn't seem to mind.
To everyone's surprise, the amount of tension in the room had lessened. Not much, but it was still less than yesterday.