Hey guys. So this is the first story I've ever written in this archive, and if you're reading this right now, thanks. That means the concept of this story is great enough for you to give it a try. And I'm quite happy of that.

So I've had this concept a few days ago when finishing Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. then watched White House Down. I mean, the concept is great, the characters are there and it promised to be an intriguing adventure so why not?

Alright, so that's the thing. I won't hold you back any longer.

Also beware, I haven't been to college or ever visited Stanford yet. Everything are just mere speculations and internet research of how college life works.

COPYRIGHTS: No, I do not own the characters. All of them belonged to Marvel. I just own the concept. Oh, and not the school also.

Skye admitted that she has made a huge mistake when she assumed that she's going to have an ordinary college life... as soon as she arrived on campus.

For about a week ago, she was overjoyed when she found the admittance letter from Stanford on her doorstep, accompanied by a satisfying curriculum including a major in Computer Science and two minors in Mathematical and Computational Science along with Electrical Engineering. She was proud of herself because of one, she has been accepted into one of America's most prestigious universities by herself and two, she finally have that privilege to announce to her parents that she's an independent and capable girl despise her family's powerful and rich background.

Though a life goal she has set was accomplished in a rain of confetti, a ridiculous fear that she think only she has was her own maximum security.

Literally.

The moment she stepped down the bus, Skye bit her lower lip in complete disappointment and annoyance as she, out of complete instinct, targeted three particular men out of the crowd of energetic freshmen, no doubt trying their best to blend into the chaos. Skye has been around the Secret Service agents for... almost her entire teenage time, she knew every of their tricks, their ways and their rules. Enough for her to sniff them out while they were playing their best card.

Apparently, being the adopted daughter of the President of the United States was not that fun. Because as soon as you gained the "First-Daughter" title, you may start to kiss privacy and ordinary goodbye.

And Skye distasted that more than anything else in her life.

She stood still on the pavement, observing her security details whom all have started to settle on contemplating the skies or folding their arms, watching the horde of students pouring into the campus. In Skye's eyes, they were not doing much of a good job at secrecy.

When the surrounding was cleared enough for her to be able to make a secure call, she pulled out her phone and dialed.

"Office of the President of the United States." Victoria Hand – her father's private secretary began.

"Victoria, this is Skye. Can you patch me to him?" She replied, voice laced with exasperation.

"Is there anything wrong, Skye?"

"Ah, it's nothing. I just need a quick talk about my… security." Skye sighed.

"Patching you now." She said and the line hung still.

"Skye?"

"Dad, what did I told you about our "No ultra-max stiffy security robots" rule?" She gritted her teeth despised her abrupt funny sarcasm.

Skye was having a hard time accepting the concept of being stalked by armed men who wouldn't even hesitated to pop anyone's head who dared talking to her.

"I didn't do anything." He said with his usual calmed voice.

"Oh really? I'm looking at three of them on Search and Destroy mode just a few feet away. And they all got your name on it."

For a few seconds there was silence, then finally he confessed:

"It's for your own good."

"Sending super oh-not-so-secret ninjas after me is for my own good? Dad, I'm just going to college. Is that really necessary?" She scoffed cheekily.

"Skye…" He began: "…you're one of my most valuable treasure, and I certainly can't lose you. I'm already worried enough when you decided to fly for California on a commercial jet without any security. And with the world as it is today, and my job, I don't think I can follow that rule of ours. Only for your safety." He said sincerely and she felt herself slowly given in to his logic.

"I'm anonymous, no one knew who I am. Even you make sure that the news wouldn't know much about me." She desperately fought back.

It was true, when her father won the vote into the White House she has insisted that she was to be kept completely unknown. It was quite hard, seeing how famous Phillip Coulson was. But until then, the only thing the news knew was a mysterious daughter of the President whom no-one has ever seen before.

"It's only an illusion of anonymity, Skye. Someone out there might know who you are, and if they did, you might probably be in harm's way. These men are there to make sure that you are always safe, with people knowing your identity or not." He resolved and her hope balloon popped like a hand grenade.

"Fine… But if they're to be my security, they'll play by my rules, else and I'll have the faculty kicked them out." She said hotly before dropping the line and stuffed it back into her jeans' pocket. Fortunately she arrived quite early to still have twenty minutes to spare for her godforsaken babysitters.

She walked towards the nearest agent who was currently staring up at the skies like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. He was young, around his thirties with jet black hair, fresh shaven beard and the standard stone face she knew so well.

"Excuse me, sir." She said with the sweetest voice she could muster.

He turned towards her with nonchalant expression, but the glint of confusion was hard to miss.

"Have you seen any Secret Agents around? I think I've lost them..." She narrowed her eyes and flashed him a sly smile. "You can drop it now. I don't think I've seen any terrorists."

Skye watched in morbid amusement as she observed the agent's eye twitched and he started to grumble under his breath of something. But it was not hard to say that he was annoyed by her award-winning sarcasm.

"Before we leave with me doing my study and you do your duty, can I meet everyone and talked to them? Properly?" She crossed her arms and said earnestly.

"Sure, ma'am." He said before gesturing to his buddies, who all started to walk towards them. When they were close enough, she spoke:

"Before we start, mind giving me a brief introductory?"

There was a pause before the previous agent started:

"We're dispatched by mister President to act as your personal guards. I'm Agent Grant Ward, and this…" He pointed at an agent with dark brown Caesar Cut hair, and non-surprisingly, his eyes hidden behind the pair of shades. "Agent Lance Hunter."

"And you…?" She raised her eyebrows mockingly at the last agent with dark complexion and shaven head.

"Agent Mike Peterson, at your service" He said with a tiny nod.

"Alright then." She said energetically. Skye clearly was having fun experimenting on how far she could push before the word: "Oh my god, you're annoying!" left their mouths.

And she planned for it to happen, soon.

"Let's go!" She waved and sprinted through the archway into a small path along the small lawn straight into the university, leaving the agents to catch up to her. With the map of the humongous campus in hand, Skye, half following the map, half following some others freshmen into Stanford.

This may not be that bad, after all.

Skye walked down the cemented sidewalk of Mayfield Avenue in the breezy and fresh air of a perfect Californian's afternoon. So far, she has had a lot of amazing impressions of Stanford and at that moment, Skye has started to rethink about the assumption of a horrific college life because so far, her flesh shield has not been activated yet.

And for that, she was graceful.

Along with a few others students, she walked towards – according to the small piece of paper folded neatly in her pocket – Florence Moore Hall where she supposed to live for the rest four years in peace with a mysterious room-mate at Stanford. For it being the first ever dorm room she has, needless to say she was excited. Mainly because most of her life with the Coulson's family has been spent in the North Western area of Washington D.C, the house with the address of 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.

Not that she was un-graceful for having such honour. But she felt like she was under house-arrested in there. It was - ironically - nightmarish living in America's most luxury palace. Her calls were strictly encrypted, her Facebook was actively being watched, and her phone… she already felt dirty thinking about the crazy, bad but not less amazingly smart schemes she made up to just have it untouched by the security.

Now finally, she was as free as a bird. Well… a bird being forced to wear Kevlar body armor, but nonetheless, still free.

Skye snapped out of her childish imagination immediately as she reached the front porch of the Hall.

It was a large building accompanied by an aura of "Eco-friendly" to it. Modern-styled, tiled roof, fresh painted-looking walls with shiny translucent windows brightly promised a perfect view of the campus. In the front yard, a large parterre resided with everything you needed for a long, refreshing time of surfing the net, reading or studying in the sun including the benches and the strategically planted tree foliage for maximum shades.

Skye hasn't seen her house yet but, damn, she has already liked it.

Following the instruction on the paper, she followed the freshfaces (including herself) into the Hall and finally stopped in front of a building labeled "Alondra". Checking in with the paper, she mused. That is exactly where she was supposed to be.

"Here we go…" She whispered before pushing the door in.

The lobby of the house was crowded with students hauling their stuffs up the stairs or continued forward through the corridor. Skye followed the crowd upstairs, where she took a right down the corridor and finally stopped in front of a wooden door.

She can already tell that someone, probably her future BFF was already inside.

Taking a deep breath to recollect herself, like how her Dad used to teach her. She walked in.

Skye didn't care much about the room at that moment. All she care was that "over there" was kneeling with her back against Skye, rummaging through her luggage and occasionally throwing a few thick books up her bed.

"Um… hello?" She decided to call and the girl quickly turned around, her eyes widen.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't see you there." She said with a rich British accent. Her room-mate was a girl around her age, slightly shorter and possessed a relatively beautiful looks with light brown hair and hazel eyes. There was some sort of an enthusiast and bright air around her that made Skye wanted to befriend her immediately.

And that's exactly what she did.

"Nah, it's okay. So… I heard that you're my room-mate." She smiled awkwardly.

"Of course! Hi, I'm Jemma Simmons. But just Simmons would do." She offered her hand and Skye took it.

"Skye Coulson. Call me Skye, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Simmons laughed good-heartedly: "Me too."

When they let go, Skye asked as she set her stuffs at the leg of the bed: "What are you doing?"

Simmons spoke as she returned to her bags: "I'm just sorting out the books to set on the shelf. I absolutely don't want everything to be a mess on the first day."

Oh, so she's a neat-freak. Skye thought with a smile. She could be one sometimes, but most of the time she just has a total clean-up scheduled for maybe once a month.

"Speaking about books. What's your course?" Simmons said as she threw another book onto of the bed, eyes not leaving her bag.

"Well, I always have a knack for computers so I take a major on Computer Science and two minors in Mathematical and Computational Science and Electrical Engineering." She replied proudly.

"Hm… you and Fitz are going to be great friends." Simmons muttered with a lopsided smile.

"Fitz?" She asked, confused.

"Leopold Fitz in the next room. He's my best friend since elementary, he's just like you, took in everything he could pick that related in engineering and computer." She said while laughing.

"Well… I think I should meet this guy. What about you?"

"Um… I majored in Biology and minored in Bioengineering, Chemistry and Human Biology."

"So you get to dissect frogs?" She joked and earned a good laugh from Simmons: "Maybe."

The room was silence for a while and Skye has started to follow Simmons to sort her books out.

"So where did you come from, Skye?" Breaking the silence, Simmons asked.

Skye's hands ceased function immediately.

"What… what do you mean?" She spoke weakly, obviously prolonged the time to come up with a great lie.

"Duh, as in where do you live?" Simmons rolled her eyes. Probably thinking that she didn't pay attention much.

"I… uh…" She babbled. "…New York?"

The girl hmmph-ed before speaking: "Is it great there?"

"Very." Skye spoke. In truth, she hasn't been to NY ever before. "Oh… what's your schedule tomorrow?" She shunned and Simmons seemed to catch the bait.

"Well, tomorrow I have…" She spun around to tell her but then frowned: "What are these guys doing there?"

Skye's eyes widened as she turned towards the door. Sure enough, the time with Simmons was so fun that she completely forgot about her details. The three of them are standing guard, each of them did their best to look less suspicious by either reading a magazine without ever flipping a page or sitting on the bench across the room, eyes scanning every move and anyone they deemed a threat.

Skye bit her lip.

"Maybe they're just waiting for their friends." She said then stood up and shut the door.

"Don't worry about them."

But Skye did worry about them.

I am so going to ignore you for the rest of my life, Dad. She thought bitterly.

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