Chapter 2
“Hey Skye,” Clint greeted as he stepped into Phil’s branch of SHIELD.
“Hi,” Skye said. She patted Lucky’s head when he went over to her, but didn’t say anything.
Clint paused, looking over her. “Everything okay?”
“Just a shitty week,” Skye replied.
“What happened?”
“My boyfriend turned into a total stalker, some ass left out poison and hurt one of the dogs.”
“Intentional?”
Skye looked at him, but didn’t say anything.
“Shit,” Clint muttered.
“Phil is talking to the cops now.”
“How’s the dog?”
“Leo and Jemma are doing what they can, but they’re not sure…”
“Hey, they’re the best vets I know,” Clint stated. "You need a hug?“
Skye got up and wrapped hers around him. Clint held onto her tightly, before guiding them over to the couch, and encouraging her to sit down. "Now what about this boyfriend?”
“I don’t even know where to start…”
“Well, do I need to kill him? Because if you want I will kill him or get Natasha to do it, because I’m pretty she could do it and not get caught.”
Skye laughed slightly and the smile, but it was there.
“I’d probably get caught with my pants down or something.”
“Why would your pants be down?”
“I don’t know, maybe the string broke that holds them?”
Skye stated at him, before shaking her head. "You’re an idiot.“
"Yeah,” Clint agreed. "So tell me what’s up?“
"Well, he introduced me to his mentor, who is so creepy, Clint, and I just got a bad vibe. So we had a fight about it, because I did not want to be left alone with this guy and Grant insisted that John was a nice guy, but… A woman knows when to get out.”
Clint nodded.
“So we fought about that and I ran into Trip. Thank goodness, it was Trip and not Leo. I’m having coffee with him, we hug, I go home, and Grant shows up like five minutes later and starts asking me where I was and then confronts me with all this information. And…”
“And?”
“He said some shit and I broke up with him, which I’m really glad I did, because Trip said he tried to intimidate him. But since then, I’ve seen him following me a couple times, and he doesn’t say anything or do anything, but it makes me nervous. I mean, I saw him outside my apartment last night, staring at my window and…”
“You want to stay at my place for a couple days?”
Skye glanced at him. “I… Can I?”
“Of course, you know Phil would probably let you stay here again.”
“I know, but I just moved out of here and it would feel like I was backsliding.”
Clint nodded. He knew that Skye had been homeless for sometime and had originally stayed at SHIELD, saving some money before moving out into her own apartment. She seemed happier. "Well, come over, we’ll watch Dog Cops or something stupid.“
"Thanks Clint.”
“You know, you should make a complaint about Grant.”
“Probably.”
They both glanced up towards the stairs when they heard the footsteps on them. Clint smiled at Phil, who stopped to look at him.
“Don’t you two look cozy,” Phil said, walking over and kissing Clint’s forehead.
“Skye needed a little TLC, I heard you might as well,” Clint offered.
“Maybe in a bit,” Phil said, before turning to the officer behind him. "Thank you Officer Wilson.“
"You’re welcome,” Wilson said.
Clint nudged Skye gently.
“Officer Wilson, can I talk to you?” Skye asked, getting up.
“About the dog?”
“About something else.”
“Sure?” Wilson glanced at Phil. "Can I use your office again?“
"Go ahead.”
Skye and Wilson headed back up the stairs and Phil arched an eyebrow at Clint.
“It’s Skye’s story to tell you, but she’s going to crash at my place tonight.”
“Should I be jealous?”
“No, you know, I only have eyes for you,” Clint said, reaching out and tugging Phil down next to him. Phil took Skye’s position. "You okay?“
"I can’t worry about it until Leo and Jemma make a prognosis,” Phil replied. "I refuse.“
"Okay, I guess, we’re going to play the waiting a game a bit."