The Idea
Skye sighed in contentment and curled up in Peter’s lap. They were both lounging at the Avenger’s tower, a film playing on mute in the background.
“This is nice.” Peter chuckled. He’d known Skye for less than a month, and they’d only actually met up twice in that time, but he could already imagine getting used to this. Skye was incredibly tactile and seemed to get a lot of comfort out of hugging or cuddling up with people. Peter really had no complaints. Skye was awesome, and he’d be an idiot to reject a pretty girl sat in his lap. Skye wrinkled her nose at him.
“You’re making fun of me.” She accused, resting her head on his shoulder. Peter grinned
“Nah. You’d probably kick my ass if I did that.” He teased gently. Skye made to retort, faltering as Natasha and Steve rushed into the room. The super soldier gave them a funny look.
“You two know each other?”
Skye raised an eyebrow, shifting slightly to be more upright.
“No. I just decided to lie on a total stranger Steve.” She deadpanned. Peter stifled a laugh, pulling her back towards him. He already missed her warmth. Steve frowned at the sarcasm, even as Natasha waved an impatient hand.
“Not interested. We have a mission. You want to join, Spiderman? Quake?”
Peter glanced questioningly down at Skye. Whilst they had been texting on an almost constant basis since they first met, neither had really gone into a lot of detail surrounding their involvement in the avengers. Skye gave him a look and subtly shook her head.
“I said no, Steve. I thought we were done with this.”
Steve looked uncomfortable.
“I told them that, but they didn’t really want to listen.” He admitted. Natasha rolled her eyes.
“Quinjet leaves in five if you’re interested.” She snapped, striding off before either of them could reply. Steve hurried after him without a second glance back at them. Skye waited until they were fully gone before groaning loudly and sinking properly back into Peter. He sniggered, though curiosity still itched at him. Was Skye really that against the Avengers? Seeing his look, Skye made to explain.
“Ever since I met them and they found out about my powers I guess they just always assumed that I’d join them when I was old enough, or when I got sick of Shield, maybe. They didn’t exactly take it well when I said no.”
Peter nodded thoughtfully. He could imagine how tough it would be if your family was constantly pressuring you into something like that, especially from such a young age.
“Why don’t you want to?” He asked cautiously. To his relief, Skye didn’t seem in the slightest bit put out or offended by the question.
“I know the Avengers are the good guys, and the things they do really help in the end, but when I was a kid, I saw how vulnerable people were treated… forgotten, ignored, blamed. I just- I always wanted to help those people, and the Avengers never felt like the answer. They’re too big picture, y’know?”
Peter lit up, realising how similar their views were. Sometimes he really wished they could have met earlier. He would have liked to know Skye when they were kids. The things they could have done together.
“That’s what I’ve always said! I can do so much good protecting people on the streets as Spiderman! Way more than I could as an Avenger.”
Skye smiled softly at him, her eyes widening in realisation.
“We should team up! Be like, um, not baby avengers but-“
“Avengers that look after the little guy.” Peter finished, sitting up straight and looking at her with a new appreciation, “That sounds incredible.”
Skye beamed.
“Let’s do it.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, I mean it. I mean, my dad’s the director of Shield. I could persuade him to give me a Quinjet or something, and we could just travel around, helping people.”
“That sounds like a- wait, your dad’s the director of Shield?”
Skye snorted, grabbing her phone. She clicked a couple of things and brought up an obviously old picture of her with who Peter assumed to be her parents.
“I forgot you didn’t know that.” She admitted. She put her phone away before he could sneak a look at any other photos she might have stored on there. “Hey, I have some friends in Shield that would definitely be willing to help out if we asked.”
Peter nodded thoughtfully.
“We’d be Shield based, then?”
Technically, he wasn’t actually a Shield agent, but Skye would probably insist on them fixing that. She shrugged lightly.
“They could provide us with supplies and stuff that we couldn’t have access to otherwise. Besides, with Shield keeping half an eye on us, we don’t run the risk of going rogue or something.” She teased softly. Peter grinned at her. If there was anyone he wanted to team up with, it was definitely Skye. This was going to be amazing.
“You want to form your own Avengers.” Skye winced at her dad’s tone. It was the one that he’d picked up from mom over the years, where it was almost impossible to tell what he was thinking.
“We want to help the little guy,” She explained hesitantly, “And we thought this would be a good way of doing it. Peter and I have powers, but we never wanted to use them for huge battles. You remember how I always just wanted to help people, right? This would allow us to be more independent, whilst still helping people.”
Dad raised an eyebrow.
“You have a team. I thought you were fond of them?”
Skye suppressed a groan at the thought of her current Shield team. They were good agents, sure, but half of them disregarded her on the basis of being the director’s little girl, and the other half underestimated her because of her age. They were all far older than her, and strongly felt that skill came from experience. There was also the fact that she never went to the academy.
“This team would be people my age. I was- I thought maybe Jemma, and that boy she’s friends with, Fitz? They’d be such a good fit, and it would give them experience of field work without being too dangerous.”
Sighing, her dad put down his papers and regarded her seriously.
“You really want this? You won’t change your mind?”
Skye shook her head furiously.
“I swear dad, I want this. It’s exactly what I always dreamed of doing.”
He stared at her for a long moment.
“I’m going to give you your team, Skye,” He announced finally. Skye lit up and struggled not to bounce up and down in her seat, “But, I have a few conditions.” Skye slumped slightly. When her dad gave conditions for things, it usually meant that it would be so restrictive she’d regret asking in the first place.
“Alright.”
“Firstly, your team will follow missions given by me for the first month at a minimum until either myself or your mom determines that your team is capable of working independently. Secondly, Peter Parker will need to go and collect his official Shield badge. I don’t want you working with a non-Shield agent on your team.”
Skye sat up.
“Really? You’re actually making him an agent just like that? That’s amazing!”
Her dad shot her a look and she fell silent.
“I’ll assign Fitzsimmons to your team, but I also need you to another agent of my choosing. Grant Ward.”
Skye opened her mouth to protest, then paused.
“Wait, Grant Ward? The kid they found in the woods?”
Her dad sighed and placed a file down in front of her.
“I seem to remember telling you bits and pieces about him at the time, but this is the full file. “
“Yeah, I remember. You figured out where he was and saved his life. Wasn’t he adopted by Hand?”
Dad tapped a finger to the file.
“It’s all in there Skye. I do expect you to read that… but yes, Grant was adopted by Victoria Hand and Isabelle Hartley. He’s a good agent. I know he’d make a good fit for your… what are you calling yourselves?”
Skye grimaced. She and Peter had debated for a while, but neither of them could think of a good name yet.
“We’re working on it.”
“Well, whatever you decide, you’ll need a base to work from.” Dad found another file and put it in front of her, along with a set of keys. Skye eyed them suspiciously. “I’m handing you the BUS. You deserve it, Skye.”
Skye nearly fell out of her seat.
“Really? Dad, that’s amazing! Thank you so much! You’re the best ever!” She paused, taking the keys and frowning at them. “Mom said the BUS didn’t have any keys.”
Dad snorted slightly, his eyes flickering to the frame of his wife and daughter that he kept permanently on his desk.
“I had them made just to irritate her.” He explained, laughing at Skye’s expression. She shot out of her seat and pulled him into a tight hug.
“I love you, dad.” Skye whispered. Dad sighed contentedly.
“I love you too, angel eyes. Now go on. You’ve got a team to gather. I expect to see you off on your first mission by the end of the week.”
Skye beamed and picked up the files. She was nervous about leading a team, but her dad believed in her. She knew she could do this, with Peter’s help. They’d be just fine, and she couldn’t wait to get started.