A/N I absolutely love this programme. Phil is just like... Just saw this opportunity to write and thought I would go with it. The pairing is weird yes, but what would a show be without weird pairings. If you don't want to read, please don't, because I really hate negative reviews. Positive reviews, however will be greatly appreciated. This fic will be slightly based on the song 'Ageing Superhero' by Newton Faulkner. So, read and enjoy.
SKYE'S POV
It was just like any normal day, sat in my van on the plane, just having my 'me time', on a computer, when I finally accepted something: I was completely in love with one Phil Coulson. I had been fighting it for a while now, for 3 reasons: 1) the age-gap, 2) he probably has no remotely romantic interest in me anyway, and 3) the fact that after 4 months on this bloody plane, he still does not trust me at all. At least, that's how it comes across. I don't know where it came from, to be honest. I didn't really like him at first, probably down to the fact he kidnapped me, and I ended up in this place, but after being around him, something just changed. As I got to know him, these feelings just appeared. I was interrupted from my daydream about him when there was a knock on the door of my van. It was the man himself. I opened the door.
"Skye?" he asked.
"What's up AC?" I replied. I saw a faint smile tug at his lips when I called him that.
"Are you busy?" he asked. Yeah, busy thinking about you, my internal voice said.
"No" I replied.
"I need your help" he said.
"Ok" I replied, reluctantly. I followed him to his office. "Now will you tell me what you want?" I asked, a little sharper than what I had intended.
"Well, it's Maria's birthday tomorrow, and I could with your help on choosing what to get her. I can't really ask Grant, because he's a guy, can't ask May, because it's weird, and can't ask FitzSimmons because they're joined at the hip, so that leaves you" he replied.
"Who's Maria?" I asked confused.
"My girlfriend" Phil replied, coolly. Girlfriend. Those words sliced through me like a knife. I mean, why wouldn't he have a girlfriend, he could have any woman he wanted, but picturing him with anyone but me hurt.
"Err, well, I'd probably say jewellery or chocolates" I said quickly. I turned to leave, but Phil's voice stopped me.
"Skye, are you alright?" he asked.
"I'm fine, and if it's all the same to you, you interrupted my 'me time'" I replied harshly. He nodded slowly, visibly stung, and gestured for me to leave his office. I turned on my heel, and made sure I was back in my van, before I completely broke down. I let the tears fall until I couldn't cry anymore. Come on Skye, I scolded myself. Get over him, he has a girlfriend. I wiped my face, freshened up before changing and settling down to try and get some sleep. But all my dreams were of Phil. Us getting married, us having kids, just us. Me and Phil, as a proper couple. Sleep was not going to come easy tonight. After a while, I gave up, and made my way to the bar. I sat down, and poured the alcohol down my throat. No need for a glass, just straight from the bottle, that's me. After a while I could hear the sound of faint singing. I assumed everyone was asleep, so I followed the sound out of curiosity. It was coming from Phil's office. I recognised the song. 'Ageing Superhero'. It was one of my favourites. I only caught the last few lines.
The ageing superhero in me is tired
Because he's lived too fast for too long
and he still longs to be inspired
He was actually rather good, I thought. I must have said it out loud, because he opened his door and came out.
"Skye, what are you doing here?" he wondered.
"Well, I couldn't sleep, so I came down to the bar to fix myself a drink, and then I heard singing, and well, you can probably gather the rest" I said, trying to avoid his beautiful baby-blue eyea, because I knew if I looked in them, I would lose myself. He nodded in reply. He cocked his head to the side, because he knew there was something I wasn't telling him. He laid a hand on my arm. This was weird, not like AC at all. He was usually so stoic, the epitome of calm, never without a suit.
"Skye, why did you really come here?" he asked.
"Well, I wanted to say sorry for the way I spoke to you before. You were just asking a favour, and I was so horrible. You must think I'm a right loser" I replied. He gave me a sad smile.
"Skye, it's ok really. How could I think you were a loser?" he asked.
"Well, you never trust me with anything, you never speak to me, you always speak to Ward, May, or FitzSimmons, I feel like an outsider" I replied, looking down. Surprisingly, he didn't say anything, he just put his arms around me, and rocked me. That was enough for me to completely break down, and start crying. This was weird but comforting at the same time. I finally stopped, and looked up at AC. He tenderly moved his hand towards my face and wiped the tears away.
"Thank you" I said.
"For what?" AC asked.
"For making me feel better" I replied, and for the first time in a while, he smiled a genuine smile. It was actually quite beautiful. Come on Skye, it was now or never. "Just so you know, you're my ageing superhero" I said bravely. He raised an eyebrow.
"I am?" I nodded, and the next thing I did was the biggest mistake of my life. I crushed my lips to Phil's, and to my surprise, he started to respond. By that time, I realised who I was kissing, and I broke the kiss, and ran away.
"Skye" he called, but it too late. I ran all the way to my van, crashing into Simmons on the way, not stopping to explain. I jumped into my van, and slammed the door shut. I cried and cried. I can't believe I had just kissed him. What the hell was I thinking? He kissed me back though, didn't he? I pulled out the little bottle of vodka I had stashed and drank myself to sleep. AC probably hated me right now. Way to go Skye.