A one shot based on a dream I had. I can continue or preview it but I guess it depends on you guys.

My only worry was that this mission would fail. Or that he wasn't even alive. Or that this wasn't their hiding place.

Whatever happened, I was to take care of Lincoln forever and always. I gazed down at his chubby little baby face and his baby blue eyes and fell in love with him again.

I took a deep breath and spoke into my comms.

"Not much is riding on this right?"

"You keep telling yourself that and the whole world might end"

"Good grief, Miles. Lighten up the mood, why don't you."

"It's not me who's life might possibly end. Or their son's."

"Do not even go there Miles."

"Calm down, Mama Bear. The time will come when we have our own." I scoffed.

"Ok, I'm going in."

"Alright, Skye-"

"Daisy-"

"Putting in the thermal scanning sensors... Now." I touched the brim of my glasses but I couldn't see anything.

"Miles, I can't see anything. How can an old ass library block any electromagnetic radiation?"

"Someone rigged it. It means someone has got to be in there."

"You're right-"

"Always am. I was the one who pointed you to this place, wasn't I?"

"Miles?"

"Yes, love?"

"Shut up."

"Make me."

Rocking Link in my arms, I made my way into the library through the front door which wasn't even locked. The bookshelves inside were small, half my body size. I could easily jump over them. The only big bookshelves were up against the wall and they didn't leave any space for the actual wall to show. There was an opening to the side with more bookshelves and short bookshelves(about two or three), in the middle of the room (which seemed much smaller than this one which had about six short bookshelves in the middle). As far as I could tell, there was one exit and two guns being pointed at me. Natasha Romanoff and Maria Hill. I had a feeling it would be them guarding him.

"Who are you?" Romanoff asked.

"I've come for help from Nick Fury." Maria's eyes flickered behind the sixth short bookshelf and I silently thanked her for making finding Fury easy.

"Nick Fury is dead." Maria says blankly. Now comes the next part. I slowly whisper into my comm "Fight or Flight?" as I kiss Link's head.

I only get static in response. Both it is, I guess.

"Who are you on comms with?"

"No one, I guess, since you practically cut all electromagnetic radiation in here. You have got to show me how you do that, by the way. I would love to know." Romanoff rolled her eyes. "I noticed you have-um" I raised Link up to my chest. He was snoring, the cute chubby thing. "Curled your hair a bit. Did you grow it out? It seems like you growed it out. It looks nice. A little different, but nice."

"What's your name?" I know for a fact the only reason why they haven't shot me yet is because they need me to talk. The only way to shoot without a lethal shot is covered by Link or the bookshelf exposing only my head and-although it would depend on the type of gun and the make of it and other factors, there is no way they can guarantee a non-lethal shot through the skull. Bet they're wishing for ICERs now, aren't they?

"What's your name?" Romanoff asks. Of course I have a slim chance against a freaking super soldier/spy and a highly trained ex-S.H.I.E.L.D. agent but I've some tricks up my sleeve.

"Agent Skye?" Maria asked, finally remembering. "One of Coulson's, am I right?" Romanoff glanced over at Maria questioningly.

"Yeah." I nod. "Coulson sent me."

"Agent Coulson is dead." Maria cursed. Then I remembered, the Avengers thought Coulson was dead. I have the upperhand now. Romanoff looked back at Maria.

"Is it true?" She asked. I appreciated this moment to use my powers and threw Natasha and Maria into the large bookshelves behind them. I ran onto the left side of the bookshelves which promptly woke Lincoln up and sparked a tantrum of screams and sobs with his tiny, little lungs. Sometimes I wondered if it even hurt him to scream so loud. I quickly left him wrapped in a blanket behind the second short bookshelf and hurried to Fury.

I found him strewn on the floor bleeding heavily from his head. I looked at him and glanced back, realizing that leaving Link was a stupid idea. Sure he was still revolting with ear-piercing screams, but I shouldn't have left him. So I ran back and just as I was to grab my baby, Maria ran passed me with Link in her arms into the second room. That sparked me into rage as I distinctly followed her. She had left Link right on the floor in the front of the room to get a good shot at me.

She shot me in the leg but with the adrenaline I had, I only felt a punch. I suppose that it's going to hurt a lot more later on. I quickly snapped her... something... before grabbing Link and quickly walking back to Fury. He seemed closer to death than the last time I was here. I don't even know what the hell the three musketeers were doing in here while Nick Fury was literally dying. I kneeled before him so I could be on eye level with him.

"Help me." I pleaded. He glanced at me, half-gone already.

"Save me." Save him? How? I don't know if I can. What if… what if- "Please" My gift is destruction, not healing.

'Your gift is quite destructive but look at the music you can make.' My mom was crazy.

''She wasn't always like this' I closed my eyes as the memories flooded reality but they only got stronger. I hugged Link tighter to my chest and looked into his blue eyes. I took a deep breath and touched the long gash on Fury's head. I focused on his cells' vibrations, the way they tried to be together put couldn't because they were too weak to. I realized I would have to give some of my life to make his cells strong in order to save him, but it would be hard. I ignored Link's cries and focused on giving strength, giving him some of my life.

Soon, his gash started healing. His cells cooperating. His life recuperating. He inhaled a long breath and let it out twice as soft, regaining his life. I smiled. I saved someone. I looked down into my baby's eyes, realizing he had calmed down. He stared at me scared which I returned with a confused look?

"What's wrong?" I whispered to him quietly. I seemed to be losing my voice. Nick Fury looked healthy enough so I took my hand off his head.

"You look like death" was all I heard from him before my vision began to blacken.

"Coulson didn't send me"

Just republished to make the ending sound better. It didn't sit right with me so I changed it. I'm comfirming a continuation of the story thanks to all the nice reviews, favorites, and follows of: SLYNNR, guest, Tamara, Sailor Light Angel, Commandos, AmieeSnow, Riolu G. Hand, carebear02, hnt5811, and CM6SHIELD6PLL6. If I missed you, I'm very sorry. Please pm me now and for any future chapters I miss you on to get a sneak peek at the next chapter...