Disclaimer: I own nothing except my story line. Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D belongs to Marvel, and Daredevil belongs to Netflix and Marvel.

1995 (Skye's 7, Matt's 13)

"Mary Sue, don't be so negative."

"Sister Frieda, I'm 7. I'm old enough to realize that if I haven't been able to find a home by now, then I'm probably not going to."

These Nuns were so stupid sometimes. I've already been to more foster homes than I can count. There's something wrong with me.

"Mary, you'll find a home someday. You just have to be patient."

"How much more patient can I be! Most people are in and out of here, yet I can't stop coming back!" I shout.

"Do not use that voice with me young lady."

"Why not? Is no one in this hell is ever allowed to show any emotion accept happiness? Well guess what, life doesn't work like that, and you're an idiot if you think that it is!" I screamed.

"Go to the time out room right now!"

I scowl at her and start walking to the time out room. The time out room has cubicles sort of like they do in public toilets, but they're bigger. They have loads of cushions and pillows in them to 'calm you down' but all I ever do is throw them. As I walk in the room I notice another cubicle door is closed. I choose the one next to it so I can have someone to talk to.

"So, what are you in here for?" I ask, placing my head on the partition so I can hear better.

"It's one of the few places that are quiet in this place." A boy's voice answered back at me.

"Oh, do you want me to shut up? 'cos I've never really been very good at that. Plus, it's reeeeeaaaally boring in here."

"No, It's fine. No one ever really talks to me, so it's nice actually."

"I always hate how quiet it is in here. It drives me insane. I guess that's the point though. If you're in here it usually means you're naughty, so they want to get rid of you and if you go crazy then they can take you away."

I hear him chuckle. "I don't think that's quite the point. It's supposed to be so you can relax."

"Has the opposite effects on me. That's why the nuns hate me so much."

"I'm sure they don't hate you. They follow God, and he definitely doesn't hate you."

"Yes, but I don't believe in God. Even if I did she doesn't seem very nice. All the stories seem to be of her killing people, and that's not good."

"You shouldn't think like that. If it wasn't for God we wouldn't be here at St Agnes. We could end up living on the streets."

"That sounds sort of fun though. Maybe when I'm older I can buy a van and just live in that. Instead of having to always move houses, I could just take my house with me. That would be cool!"

He laughs again, "What I mean is that even though God does some questionable things, he also spreads love and joy. He created all the beautiful things in the world."

"Hmmm... maybe. But if God does exist, you should stop saying he. For all we know she could be a woman. Anyway, back to my van idea, you could come with me!"

"I think that might be a bit hard, seeing as we don't even know each other's names." he points out.

I start jumping about excitedly, "I've got an idea. We don't know who each other are, right? So, we could call each other code names instead of our real ones. That way, when we see each other round the orphanage, we won't know. It means I can tell you secrets and you won't be able to share, and you can do the same with me. What do you want your code name to be? You can pick anything."

"It seems a bit stupid, doesn't it? We live together, we'll probably figure it out eventually."

"Oh, Come on! It will be fun!"

"Alright, fine. I want to be called... Jack."

"That's a boring name."

"You said I could pick anything! My dad's name was Jack. In the boxing ring they called him Battlin' Jack."

No one ever talks about their past at St Agnes. It's a rule. The nuns say that we should only think about the present, and occasionally the future. It's mainly to stop everyone from being upset, but I think we should be able to talk about it. I'd love to talk about my past- If I knew it.

"I don't know who my parents are. One day though, from the van we're going to share when we're older, I'm going to find out."

"What's your code came?" Jack asked me.

"Skye."

"How is that any less boring than Jack?"

"The sky is secure. It's always there. No matter where you are you know that when you look up the sky will be there, showing you the way."

"Huh. That's deep. How old are you?"

"007. Like James Bond. I'm Agent Skye, 007 years old. I like the sound of that."

Sister Laura called up for me, using my real name.

"Damn," I said, "Now my cover's blown."

"It's fine, I'll still call you Skye."

"Well, Guess I gotta go. Bye Battlin' Jack!"

"Bye Skye."

Every time I got sent to the time out room, Jack always came to keep me company. I got sent to a couple more homes, and whenever I came back he was there to chat. Eventually, after I came back from a particularly long trip, he didn't come talk to me. I figured he must have gotten lucky and been adopted. There were always so many people coming and leaving that I couldn't figure out who he was.

AN: This was just a set up for the next chapters. I got Skye's religious beliefs from that episode where the woman is haunted by a guy who had a crush on her.

Another AN: It might be a couple of weeks before the next chapter because I've got to re-watch season 2. Also, School's just started back up so I'm going to be loaded with homework (Yay).