Moles and Avengers
Everyone was surprised when Skye stopped glaring at May everytime she looked at her. She stopped glaring at Phil as well, after 'accidentally' stabbing him in the arm during practise. She bandaged him up herself, glaring at anyone who tried to help. She was anything but gentle, not using anesthetic, and giving him twice as many stitches as he needed.
Phil took it all in his stride, making as many pained noises as he could, knowing this was what Skye needed. He snuck some pain meds when Skye's back was turned. May gave him a small smile in apology for their daughters behaviour. She didn't look much better. Almost her entire face was bruised from the beating she got from Skye.
Neither of them minded. Not really. They deserved much worse, and would do anything to get their daughter's love back.
The day was going normally enough. As normal as it could be when the room was filled with a super spy, two pissed off assasians, a man who was legally dead, an 084, and possibly the best spy in SHIELD history.
Skye was on the couch with Natasha and Clint when she remembered what she had to tell Fury. She got up from the couch, she made her way to the kitchen, calling for Fury to join her in their language.
Fury was worried. They were in a secure facility, with trustworthy people, she wouldn't use the language unless it was extremely important.
<You've got a mole> Skye cut straight to the point, not bothering to sugar coat it. <Or several, I'm not sure. Several high agents are reporting to untraceable numbers. Then, they give their teams different assignments to the ones that have been ordered.>
Fury let out a string of curses. He expected something like this, but had no solid proof of what was happening. This just confirmed his fears. Skye started to make some tea while Fury's mind went a mile a minute. Once he was done, she handed him a cup of tea, while sipping her own cup. <I've got a possible lead on one of the agents. As far as I can tell, they all report to the same untraceable I.P address, which makes me think they're working in a group, rather than independently.>
<That's not the only thing I found out. The Winter Solider. He's real. Works for the other guys. Badly brainwashed. They store him cryogenically between the times they need him.> <How do you know he's brainwashed and stored between uses?> Fury asked. <Well I'm pretty sure Bucky Barnes should be dead by now and not killing people.> Skye answered. Fury swore. <You're sure?> he asked. <I've seen photos of him myself.>
<Who's the agent?> Fury asked changing topic. He'd have to talk to Steve later. <Grant Ward, the one who tried to bug my van. I deleted the file off his computer before he could send them off. He has a thing for me.> Skye crinkled up her nose in disgust at the last part. Ward was nothing short of creepy to her. <I beat his ass in thirty seconds. It was fun.>.
<Ward's a good agent, bad with people, possesive. You said he had a thing for you?> SKye nodded.
Fury was quiet for a long time. He didn't like what he said next, but it had to be said. <I need you to let Ward recruit you. Find out what's trying to take SHIELD down. If that doesn't work, we torture the fuck out of him.> Fury grimaced at the last part, while Skye had a small smirk on her face. Because of the way she grew up, she had become angry and violent. Crushing Ward sounded like a great thing to do.
Skye was looking forward to going undercover. She didn't tell Fury, but she had seen the damage the other group had done, the people they had killed. If she could help in any way to bring them down, she would. Without a doubt, she would.
She had no trouble concealing her emotions, she'd been doing it for years.
Her thoughts of going undercover were interrupted when the door was blasted open. Skye ducked into one of her hidden tunnels before anyone else could react. The tunnels were well stocked when it came to weapons, Fury even went so far as to order a weapons room built into the tunnels. The tunnels went all over the SHIELD facility, with multiple entrances and exits so Skye could always escape, no matter where she was.
She made her way to the weapons area, arming up. She grabbed two guns and strapped them to her legs, before hiding knives in there as well. Guns were well and good, but they ran out of ammo, and could be inpredictable and jam up.
Strapping a machete onto her back, she made sure everything was secure and loaded. She had hidden three more knives onto her torso and had a gun in both hands. Taking a large drink of the vodka she stored in the tunnel the other day, she started to make her way back. She would see how serious the situation was before getting back up.
Coulson was in a daze. His ears were ringing from the blast to the door. He tried to focus his mind. Skye. Protect Skye. Make sure Skye's alright. Melinda. Is she okay? What's that big red piece of metal coming closer? Why is there blue next to it?
His mind snapped into focus. Ironman and Captain America were right in front of him. He saw, to his immense release, Melinda standing protectively in front of him, shielding him from the wrath of the Avengers. He looked to the side and saw Natasha chatting with Bruce in the kitchen, cups of tea in their hands. How long had he been out?
Once his ears stopped ringing, he heard Clint talking to Tony and Steve. "Why the fuck are you both suited up?" he asked, frustration lacing his voice. "Natasha didn't exactly tell us why we were needed, only that it was urgent, we thought you were in trouble" Tony replied indignantly. "Turns out, you weren't in trouble. But he" Tony turned to face Coulson "is about to be in a shit ton of it."
May's stance switched from defence to attack. Steve looked pissed. He thanked any and every God that Thor wasn't there. Luckily for him, Fury chose that exact moment to butt in.
"Everyone calm the fuck down" Fury told them, his voice even. "As you can all see, Agent Coulson is alive. He was however, legally dead for six seconds. Once he was revived, he wanted to tell you all. I gave him direct orders not to. If you're going to be angry at anyone, be mad at me." Fury looked around, noticing Skye's disappearance.
"Shit" he cursed, suddenly on high alert. Everyone else copied, expecting a threat. Only May and Coulson knew what he was on about.
"Prepare yourself.Do not attack under any circumstances." Fury told them. Clint and Natasha looked at each other, noticing Skye's absence. They smiled at each and relaxed. Natasha reassured Bruce that everything was fine.
They all watched in amusement as Steve and Tony were on high alert, looking everywhere for the threat.
After about five minutes, they were starting to relax and get bored. Tony turned to Fury. "Are you sure we're under attack right n-" He cut himself off by screaming. Hanging off of God knows what was a teenager hanging upside down with a gun in Tony's face and one pointed at Steve.
She disengaged herself from the ceiling, flipping so she would land on her feet. Throughout the flip and the landing, she kept both guns and her eyes trained on Steve and Tony.
<Are they safe?> she asked Fury, her eyes still on the two. <Yeah, they're safe> he replied with a chuckle. Immediatly her stance relaxed, after tucking both her guns into her leg straps, she offered her hand and smiled.
"Hi, I'm Skye. Nice to meet you."