A/N: Hi all,
So as time goes on, and my hopes for SkyeWard get crushed, I find myself becoming more and more interested in what Skye 'is'.
Like many others, I'm under the opinion that she has some freaky unknown abilities of her own that will be triggered/enhanced by the GH325. Therefore, as a means of filling my SkyeWard void, I have written this fic theorizing about Skye's potential superhuman abilities.
A bit of background information:
- I have heard from several sources that the blue alien in T.A.H.I.T.I. was a "Kree", and so I've used that as the back-bone of Skye's powers, and any information I have about them comes direct to you from the Marvel Wiki page.
- Secondly, from the ending of 1x18, it seems to me that the team is still unaware of Ward's true allegiance, and therefore, in this chapter, I have him still working as a part of Coulson's team.
So, here goes nothing. Let me know what you think, and if it's worth writing another chapter.
Apologies for any spelling/grammar errors. Also, I do not own Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Kree are very durable, while not bulletproof they are still fully capable of shrugging off hits from beings as powerful as Captain America effortlessly and are presumed to be capable of surviving much stronger hits."
Skye couldn't help the trembling of her hands as she stared down at her thigh. This was impossible. Feeling the urge to vomit creeping up on her once again, she clamped her hands around her mouth as a barrier for both stomach contents and panicked screams alike. She needed help. Badly.
Trying in vain to regain control of her breathing, Skye mentally sifted through her options; desperately trying to decide who, if anyone, she could trust with this secret. Simmons made the most sense – she had the most medical knowledge; Coulson was next on the list. No. Scratch that – Coulson was first on the list. Whatever was happening to her right now, it had to be because of that mystery drug, meaning that Coulson was probably the only person she could trust with this.
Exhaling deeply, Skye nodded to herself. Yes, she would tell Coulson. Coulson would know what to do. Looking down at her thigh once more she couldn't help but recall how she had gotten herself into this mess...
Her heart was pounding, and she could hear the sound of heavy footsteps running after her. Not good.
Still sprinting, she looked behind her slightly to where Trip was trailing her; looking past him, she saw the Hydra agents in close pursuit, steadily gaining on them.
"What do we do?!" She yelled back to her team mate.
"You go" he responded, "I'll hold them off."
"You can't!" She slowed her pace slightly to level out with him. No way was she going to abandon him. They couldn't stand to lose anyone else.
"Skye, you need to complete the mission. May will be here any second anyway, I'll be fine. Now go!"
Still not happy about the situation, Skye picked up her pace nonetheless. Trip was right, after all. They had to complete the mission. It was too important. Leaving the specialist behind in her wake to fend off the enemy agents, she re-focused her attention on where she was going.
It was only a few hours ago that they had received the intel that Hydra was planning a raid on one of the last remaining S.H.I.E.L.D. bases. They had already compromised the Fridge; S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn't afford to take another hit. Their mission was to infiltrate the base before Hydra and secure all data to a hard drive before wiping the system. Just like Skye had done back on the Bus.
Turning the corner, she finally saw the operations centre. And the two Hydra agents waiting for her at the door. Without a second thought, she pulled the ICER from her hip and fired; she smiled slightly as the two men slumped to the floor – she was getting better. Ward would be proud of her.
Bursting into the room, Skye pulled up short before the wall of monitors and got to work. She could hear the sounds of carnage still going on outside the door, and mentally willed the download to go faster. Her heart was beating out of her chest as she furiously typed commands into the network. She was so close.
But not close enough.
Suddenly the door burst open and two Hydra agents exploded into the room, weapons hot. Turning to face the intruders, Skye's heart sunk; her weapon was still in its holster, and there was no way she could reach for it without getting shot first. With no other options, she slowly began to raise her hands in the air in a sign of surrender, not knowing whether that would mean anything to these people or not. They could just as easily shoot her on site.
They didn't. Instead, one of the men kept his gun trained on her while the other moved towards her, pulling a zip tie from his pocket as he went.
It was then that she heard it. A quiet beeping sound coming from the monitor behind her – she had done it. The data was secure; saved to a hard drive that she, and she alone, could access. The system had been wiped, and now there was no way for Hydra to access that information, ever.
A small smile escaped her lips once more, as Skye suddenly realised she had just been given other options. Her mission was complete, she had done what she needed to do, and now – she was going to do down fighting.
There was still one agent pointing a gun at her, but the other was about to make a crucial mistake. Slowly, she brought her hands down and held them out in front of her, subtly coercing him into standing between her and the gunman. Perfect.
As the man reached for her wrist, she grasped his arm and used her whole body to throw as much force as she could muster into a right hook. Her fist connected, and the agent stumbled away from her giving her less than a second. Lucky for her, that was all she needed.
For the second time in less than 5 minutes, Skye pulled the ICER from her side and fired. She hit the gunman first with no trouble at all – he had clearly been caught by surprise. As the agent went down she turned to the man she had just punched in the face, hoping to take him out just as easily. No such luck.
Having recovered himself quicker than she had anticipated, the agent had retrieved his gun and was aiming it towards her. He fired just as she ducked and rolled. Three shots sounded through the air at the same time as a burning pain exploded through her right leg. She was hit. She was sure of it.
Stumbling out of her roll, she popped off a few rounds, forcing her aggressor to duck for cover. She did the same. Crouching behind an overturned table, Skye could already hear the agent beginning to move towards her. Once again, she had lost the advantage. Struggling to ignore the pain that was pounding through her leg, she steeled herself for what was about to come. The only way she was going to able to get out of this now was with sheer luck.
The footsteps were getting closer. She had maybe 3 seconds at most.
3...
She gripped the ICER tighter in her hand.
2...
She inhaled deeply, her finger poised over the trigger.
1...
A shot rang out.
Her eyes were squeezed shut tight as she waited for the onslaught of pain to come. She wasn't sure where she had been shot; the only thing she could feel was her heart pounding in her chest and the fire burning in her leg.
"Skye"
Wait, what?
Opening her eyes, she looked up into the face of her S.O. as he returned his weapon to his hip.
"Are you hurt?" His brow furrowed with concern as he extended a hand out to her.
Still in shock, she shook her head. Pushing her leg wound from her mind, she grabbed his hand and let him lead her from the room, pocketing the hard drive as they went.
Moments later, the whole team was back on board the Bus and headed back to Providence.
That had been hours ago, and now Skye was feeling much less triumphant. She knew she had been injured - there was no mistaking the pain. But now, sitting in her bunk staring at her thigh, she could scarcely believe what she was seeing.
It had taken her a while to notice that she wasn't bleeding. That was when she had escaped to her room. And thank god that she had.
If she had gone down to the Lab first she would have had the whole team crawling all over her, and that was the last thing she needed. Pulling open her laptop, she sent Coulson a message to come to her bunk. Coulson would know what to do.
For what felt like the millionth time, Skye looked back down at her leg and took in the sight yet again. There, in her right lower thigh, just above the knee, was a bullet.
Not a bullet wound. A bullet.
The bronze shell was buckled and had become embedded in her skin, as though something had prevented the metal from being absorbed into her leg. It reminded her of when she had seen bullets embedded in Kevlar.
Oddly there was no blood. Only a harsh throbbing. She had tried pulling it out, but had found the pain unbearable. Before she could look at the wound any further, she heard a light knock at her door.
"Skye?" It was Coulson.
Good. Coulson would know what to do. He had to.
Inhaling deeply, Skye summoned the agent into her bunk.
Here goes nothing.