UPDATE: I do plan on finishing this, I promise. I'm just currently working on Tea For Two. I'll actually work on this fic this week.
Author's Note: I got really addicted to Agents of SHIELD over my winter break and just needed to crank out some good fanfic during this stupid, way too long hiatus. I'm warning you now! DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER IF YOU ARE NOT CAUGHT UP WITH THIS SHOW! SPOILERS AHEAD! I do not own any characters created by Marvel. I only created Hayden, Cole, and Macy (whom you shall meet later). Read and Review!
"All agents, report to the rec room immediately." After a week without Phil and Melinda, Skye was excited by the sound of her adoptive father's voice. She jum ped off her bed and sprinted to the large room in the center of the Playground. Despite it being 6 AM on a Sunday, the young hacker ran like a squirrel that drank five energy drinks.
The sweatpants and t-shirt clad 27-year-old skidded to a halt when she passed the lab. "Coulson and May are home," she yelled while banging on the glass windows. A flustered FitzSimmons put down their equipment. As early birds, they had just begun their work when the announcement was made. Skye continued running while the English duo followed behind.
"You would think she's a five-year old receiving a puppy," Jemma mumbled as she wrapped an arm around her other (and, according to her, better) half.
"Yeah, on Christmas morning," whispered Leo. He combed his fingers through her shoulder length chestnut hair and placed a kiss on her cheek.
Skye reached the rec room and immediately ran into the arms of her father. "Hey, Skye," Phil said soothingly. "I missed you, too." Skye leaned back and smiled at her father's old, rugged face.
After Skye released from the hug, she quickly moved to her mother. They embraced and released quickly, but that was all they needed. Nothing needed to be said. The look alone in Melinda's eyes said, "I'm fine. I'm glad you're okay."
"Glad you're back, sir." Jemma spoke up when she and Fitz entered the room. Skye moved back from her parents and toward her best friends. She spotted two young men standing stiffly behind the older couple.
She noticed the taller one first. He stood three inches taller than the other. With dark green eyes and hair darker than chocolate, he wore faded jeans, running shoes, graphic shirt, hoodie, and a crooked smile on his slightly muscular frame.
The second man looked to be a few years younger, twenty-three perhaps. His piercing green eyes and practically black hair. At about 5'10, his athletic shorts and sweatshirt hung loosely on his lanky frame.
Taking both in, Skye assumed they were related in some way. Dark brown hair, green eyes, above average height, pale skin, strong jaw line. Probably brothers, she thought. Coulson's voice brought her back to reality. "Where's everyone else?"
"I'm here," Mack said as he walked into the room while wiping the grease from his hands with a rag, "but I can't speak for Huntingbird."
Phil raised an eyebrow. "Huntingbird?"
"Oh, that's Bobbi and Lance," Skye said catching Coulson up on the team's lingo.
After a few awkward moments of silence, Fitz leaned towards Jemma and whispered, "Bet you $5 that they're doing it."
"Fitz!" Jemma wore an appalled look on her face when she faced him. "And I won't take that bet because it's probably true," she mumbled under her breath as the contrasting couple strolled in, Bobbi wearing one of Hunter's shirts and extremely short shorts and Hunter wearing nothing under his jacket.
"Sorry we're late," Bobbi piped up. "Just woke up."
"It's fine," Coulson said wearing a look that basically said, Really? I'm gone for a week and you two hook up, again? "Now that everyone is here, agents, meet agents Cole and Hayden Baker. They are joining our team. Make them feel at home. Skye, show them to their bunks."
She gave him a small salute and walked towards Phil and the boys when everyone was dismissed. He handed her their files and walked off with Melinda to his office. "So, which is Hayden and which is Cole?"
The taller extended his hand, "Agent Hayden Baker, ma'am."
The other did the same, "Agent Cole Baker, ma'am."
Skye felt awkward with such proper manners. "I'm Skye, and please drop the whole perfect soldier in every way, ma'am act. It's not like I'm Romanoff or anything." She glanced through their files quickly. "What did you two use to do anyway? I'd never heard anything about either of you before the Hydra stuff."
"We were in the Air Force," Cole said.
She looked up and smiled. "Well, that explains why your manners are as good as Steve Rogers'." Her focus returned to the reports. "Agent Hayden Justin Baker," she read. "Pararescue?" He nodded. "Coulson and May will probably make Bobbi your SO."
Hayden raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "What's an SO?"
"Supervising Officer," she said without looking up. "Maintained a 4.0 throughout high school, star athlete, top honors," Skye listed off. "Why didn't you go to college?" She looked up and met the most sincere looking pair of eyes she had ever seen.
"I wanted to protect the ones who couldn't protect themselves." He said it simply. He was a protector. A warrior. A patriot. A fighter.
Even though she had heard Ward say something along the same lines more than once, Skye believed that this guy was different. That he truly would do anything to defend his country. She grinned and looked at the agents. "Thank you both for fighting for us." The two young men simply smiled back. She continued with the files. "Agent Cole Lucas Baker, pilot."
"It probably doesn't say it on there," Cole began, "but I'm also quite good with mechanics."
"It does. I'm not sure if they would have Mack or May be your SO. I see you also received several academic achievements." She cannot believe what was listed below that heading. "Valedictorian?" He nodded as if it was not a big deal. "Maybe they should put you with FitzSimmons instead," she mumbled. "Anyway, let's go see your bunks." The boys grabbed their few possessions, and she quickly turned on her heels and ambled down the convoluted halls. "You'll get used to all of the twists and turns here," she called behind her as they neared the rooms. "Alright, first door on the right is Cole, and Hayden you have the second on the right. I apologize in advance on your neighbor Lance's behalf—he has a horrific snoring problem. And if the Huntingbird rumors are true, then I apologize on Bobbi's behalf as well. Between arguing and I don't even want to think about what they do behind closed doors, you should seriously consider soundproofing your room." Skye took a deep breathe when she stopped rambling. To her surprise, both Hayden and Cole found it hilarious and tried to hide their laughter behind small, fake smiles. "Now, if you will both excuse me, I should probably go get ready." She pointed to one of the rooms across the hall. "Just knock on my door if you need anything."
Once her door closed, Cole turned towards his brother. "I know that face your making."
The 28-year-old faced his shorter brother. "I have no clue what you're referring to, Baby Bro," Hayden said sarcastically, continuing to wear the grin Cole was all-too familiar with.
"1.) I hate that nickname, and 2.) I'm referring to your I have a major crush on you face. Come on man, you were practically ogling her." This statement was followed with a proper headlock and noogie from his sweet and caring older brother.
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