So this is my new Agents of SHIELD fic. I hope you like it. Just so we're clear, I'm not entirely sure where this is going at all so bear with me. I OWN NOTHING!
Adrian brushed a stray strand of curly brown hair out of her eyes as she flipped through the stack of mail in her hand. After jamming her key in the door and twisting it, she bumped the door to her apartment open with her hip. Not turning to glance where they landed, she tossed her keys and heard them clank against the stone counter top.
Her black heels clomped against the dusty wood floor as she crossed the room. She disregarded her purse and the pile of mail on her kitchen table. Ruffling a hair through her hair, she walked into her bedroom.
The room was pretty ordinary. A gray shag rug covered the floor of her room. On several drunken nights, she had passed out on the carpet. The alcohol usually subsided the nightmares of her past. There was a bed in the center of the back wall with fancy throw pillows strewn about on the left side of the bed. She usually slept on the right side. There was a gun hidden under the pillow on her side of the bed. Just in case. White tables with matching lamps sat on either side of the bed. One of the tables had an dented alarm clock held together with a little bit of duct tape. Let's just say she wasn't a morning person and it often ended up being chucked against a wall.
On the opposite wall there was a door to her connected bathroom and a large dresser that she had purchased at a garage sale. It was probably three times as old as her and smelled vaguely of mothballs. In the back of the bottom drawer, she had items from her past wrapped in clothes hidden well. Not only from anyone who came into her room, but also herself. She didn't want to remember that life, was too scared to even think about it.
In the corner of the room, there was a desk that matched the tables by her bed. It was covered in piles and piles of paperwork. The drawers were overflowing with broken pencils and old office supplied.
Adrian kicked off her knock-off Marc Jacobs heels and stripped out of her white button up and black pencil skirt. On her way into the bathroom, she dropped the clothing into the very full dirty clothes hamper. As she removed the make up from her face she reminded herself that she needed to do some laundry tomorrow night. Friday was laundry night.
Sad, right? Most twenty seven year olds who were single were at bars hooking up with the first person they saw. Adrian didn't. She preferred to drink at home and alone. She didn't trust what she would say in a drunken stupor to a complete stranger. So she kept to herself.
Walking back into her room, she pulled on a fading ARMY sweatshirt and worn out leggings. She sat down on her bed pulling on fuzzy socks and then dragged her feet to the kitchen.
She dug around in her freezer for a moment before pulling out a frozen meal. Unwrapping it she popped it into the microwave. Huffing, she hopped onto the counter and resumed flipping through the mail.
Bill. Bill. Advertisement. Bill. Bill. Rent-
Before she even had the chance to angrily throw the mail back on the counter, there was a booming knock at the door. Who was it, she never had company? She made it a point to avoid people at every cost. She didn't even know the last time she had a conversation with someone outside of work.
Whoever was at the door knocked again only louder. This better be good, her macaroni was almost done.
The man standing in the dimly lit hallway towered over her in height. And his body was covered in muscles. He had on dark sunglasses that hid his eyes and a black suit. His head was perfectly shaved and he wore no expression. Adrian hadn't seen a man like this in a long time, but she knew exactly why he was there.
"Are you Skye?" The man asked removing his sunglasses. His eyes were a menacing brown, almost black color.
Skye, she hadn't heard that name in years. Adrian had buried the name a lifetime ago after she left her life behind. After Hydra had almost won. Her team was disassembled and everyone went their separate ways. As far as she knew, she was the only one who had left SHIELD.
After their little spat with Hydra, SHIELD had been forced to rebuild from the ground up. She had decided that it wasn't worth staying without her teammates sleeping down the hall. She too chose to start from scratch. Not that there was much to tear down anyway. After all, she didn't know her last name and before SHIELD she lived out of a van.
With a little bit of hacking and some help from her former team, Skye never existed. She never lived in St. Agnes orphanage, never had been in the foster system, never worked at SHIELD and never met Grant Ward. Skye was a ghost. With her death, Adrian Masters was born. She was a social worker, her parents died when she was thirteen in a boating accident and she lived with her grandparents until she turned eighteen. Her birthday was November 27th and she was perfectly normal. Attended Mission Heights High School and went to NYU to get a degree in psychology.
"Who the hell are you?" She asked.
"I'm with SHIELD," he said pulling his badge out of his pocket. Skye had one just like it tucked beneath the floorboards in her bedroom. "Fury had requested your assistance."
"I left SHIELD five years ago and Fury himself assisted in my disappearance," Skye stated crossing her arms over her chest.
"We need you to come back," a familiar voice said from behind her.
Skye whipped around to face a man she never though she would ever see again. Not in this lifetime. Agent Phil Coulson. Or as she liked to call him, AC. Her former team leader, the man who had gone to the ends of the earth to save her life and the only father figure she had ever had.
When she had left SHIELD he helped her get on her feet then disappeared reluctantly from her life. He had aged quite a bit since he had last saw him. His hair was graying and finer than she remembered. He had a few wrinkles here and there and dark bags hung from his eyes.
"What's going on?" Skye asked.
"It's Ward," Coulson said. The words were like a punch to the stomach, he had escaped after Hydra had lost. A lot of rouge agents had. "He's been spotted."
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