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Skye didn’t fully remove her finger from the gun even though Fury had confirmed they were friendlies and she recognised them as Avengers. Skye didn’t trust anyone anymore. It was a point of pride for her at this stage.
Silently, she assessed the situation. The Hulk had yet to emerge. Kudos to Natasha for keeping him calm. The Great and Mighty Captain America was hiding behind his shield. The Amazing Iron Man had his hands up covering his face. May had a protective stance in front of Coulson. Clint was too busy laughing to do much else.
She was ready to shoot them all just to get some peace.
They wouldn’t be her first kill. She doubted they’d be her last.
Skye felt heavy. She was constantly telling herself she was better off without her parents. She told herself she didn’t miss the love, support and stability that they had once given her. But a girl can only lie to herself so often. She missed the love and comfort she got, but she certainly didn’t miss her parents. She doubted she would ever miss her parents.
Skye didn’t remember anything really before she was about four. That gave her eight years of good memories. But the memories were hazy, like many childhood memories are. They didn’t feel solid. The memories felt like dreams from a different life.
What she did remember, was almost eight years of pure misery, grief, depression and anxiety. Those memories where fresh and crystal clear, something she could never really forget, no matter how much poison she pumped into her body. At some stage, she had befriended a psychology student who said something about her drinking habbits coming from childhood scars. Skye always had to laugh at that. Scars meant the wounds had healed, that they were all closed up, a distant memory of the pain. Skye didn’t have scars. She had deep wounds that constantly blead. At one stage, they had begun to close, but when her father was resurrected, her wounds were ripped open, just as his were healed.
She didn’t want to pretend in front of so many people that she wasn’t as fucked up as she was. Skye had given Nat and Clint a brief look into her fucked up psyche, but that was all it was. Brief. She wouldn’t give her parents the satisfaction of seeing what a fuck up they’d made her. She wouldn’t let Nick be disappointed in her by seeing what she really was.
She gave the two Avengers a brief glare before spinning on her heels and walking away, pulling another vodka bottle from under her childhood desk. She didn’t even look or slow down, in one stride, taking the bottle. Not giving them a chance to argue, she disappeared into the wall, going into one of her tunnels.
“God fucking dammit, we’ve been here two days, and she’s got that shit planted everywhere” Fury seemed pissed about it, but no one could deny the pride in his eyes. Only Skye could hide several large bottles of liquid, undetected, in a room full of super spies.
If Phil had needed any more reasons to love his daughter, he’d just gotten one. Without realizing it, she had saved his from the ass whooping of a lifetime from the Avengers. He decided not to mention it to Skye though. With all her hatred for Phil, she would single handedly given him said ass whooping.
“Who, or what the fuck was that?” there was severe disbelief and shock in Tony’s voice. He was Iron Man for fuck sake! He didn’t scream at tiny little teenagers. Granted, said tiny little teenager had a gun pointed to his face, but that was irrelevant.
“That” Fury had a large smirk on his face “was Skye Coulson.”
<I told you not to fucking call me that> Skye’s disgusted voice came out of seemingly nowhere. It sounded like she had spit out the words. Fury grimaced before replying <Won’t happen again>
It was only then that Fury cursed his own intelligence. He had not thought that Skye would turn up as she did, angry, bitter, and a heavy distrust of Shield. He reflected, that he should have taken every possibility into account when he built her the tunnels. Because now, she had access to the entire Shield facility and could eavesdrop without anyone being the wiser.
Fury hoped that Skye’s love for Fury outweighed her hatred of Shield. He really hoped her love for Fury outweighed her hatred of Shield.
“Follow me” Fury told them all. “The walls have ears” He whispered.
Never saying a word, Fury led them onto the BUS, up to Coulson’s office. Thankfully, the team was gone, leaving no idle ears around.
“Someone wanna tell me what the hell is going on?” Rogers didn’t sound happy.
“19 years ago I sent two of my best agents to handle an 084. There were… complications. For a year, the two agents went undercover with the 084, in hopes of finding out what powers it possessed, if any. Unfortunately, the agents fell in love with each other and the 084.”
“How can you fall in love with an 084?” Tony asked annoyed.
“I was getting to it” Fury glared at Tony “the 084 had originally been found Hunan province of China. The village had been massacred in an attempt to save the 084. It was then brought to our attention that the 084 was an infant girl.”
Fury paused, noting everyone’s expression. He had yet to reveal that the child was Skye, but he assumed Natasha and Clint could put two and two together. “After the year undercover, the agents decided it would be a fucking marvellous idea to become parents of a child that could potentially blow up the world if she had a temper tantrum.”
“I’ll have you know Skye never threw temper tantrums, she was a lovely child” May butted in. No one was going to call her child misbehaved.
“You?” Tony’s face was priceless as he took in the new information. “You and Coulson? Together? With a kid? And said kid just put a gun up to me face? Fucking hell.”
Skye was bored. She hated the Shield centres. They were so drab and grey and boring. Why couldn’t they add a bit of colour? What was wrong with colour?
She didn’t know what she was doing here. She had been here for two days and she was no closer to finding her real parents. Sure, it had been nice seeing Fury and hanging out with Natasha and Clint, but it definitely was not fun having to deal with her parents so much.
“Fuck this shit” she muttered to herself, making up her mind.
Getting weapons, knifes, ammo, tactical gear, vodka and food together, she made her way to the quinjets through her tunnels.
She was done waiting for people, done with feeling so shit. Boarding the quinjet, she set a course for China.
Time to go find Mom and Dad