I Probably Wouldn't Be This Way
Disclaimer:
As always, I own nothing!
Rating:
K+
Genre:
Romance/Angst
Pairing:
Coulsye
Lyrics Used:
t.A.T.u "Friend or Foe"
Iggy Azalea (feat Rita Ora) "Black Widow"
Are You Friend or Foe?
We used to love one another | Give to each other | Lie undercover, so | Are you friend or foe | Love one another | Live for each other | So are you friend or foe | 'Cause I used to know
The promises | Hollow concessions | An innocent | Show of affection | I touch your hand | A hologram | Are you still there?
"Skye!" Antoine 'Trip' Triplett called, approaching the young hacktivist, causing her to turn her head to look his way.
Smiling her usual, carefree smile, Skye replied "Hey, Trip! What's up?" She asked, casually.
"Coulson wants to see you in his office." The specialist replied, grinning cheekily. "Looks like the good director's takin' my advice about gettin' a room." He added, with a wink, earning himself a playful smack on the arm from the hacktivist as she passed by.
"Very funny, Trip." Skye called over her shoulder, on her way toward the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s office.
"What can I say?" Trip muttered to himself. "Coulson's got good taste."
Three Weeks Earlier
Slowly, Skye began to register the sensation of cinder blocks being lifted from her eyes as she slowly managed to crack them open. Her mind was still hazy in her half-conscious state as her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit basement she'd found herself in. As she waited to regain the strength necessary to stand, she took the opportunity to survey the room around her. The cement walls lacked any sort of windows or any available route of escape. The only way in or out of the room was one large, steel door which Skye knew full-well would be locked. As her strength slowly returned to her, she heard said door slowly creak open.
Shielding her eyes against the harsh lights, Skye watched a tall, muscular man walk into the room. His hair was short and brown in color – matching his eyes. His skin was Caucasian with a fair tan. "Good morning, sweetheart." He spoke with a warm tone – despite the prison-esque surroundings around them.
"Okay…" Skye croaked, slowly struggling to her feet. "First of all … I am no one's 'sweetheart'!" She corrected, vehemently. "And, second … Just who the hell do you think you are?"
"Well, I'm one of the people you've been looking for." Seeing the look on the young hacktivist's face, the man knew she would need more to go on. "Your life long search is over." He added, offering a second hint as to his identity. Finally, he grinned, darkly, as the realization overtook her countenance. "That's right, Skye … I'm your father."
Skye couldn't believe it. She'd been abducted by her own father. "Really?" She quipped, relying on her sarcasm as a defense mechanism. "Picking up a phone was too much trouble? … Or just, I don't know … stopping by … Oh no!" She added, as she began to pace back and forth until the chains around her wrists and ankles halted her movements. "Seriously?!" She quipped, looking from the chains back up to her father. "You chained up your own daughter?!"
"Well, I can't have you interfering with your sister's work." Her father shrugged, lightly.
"My sister?" Skye breathed, her facade faltering slightly.
"Oh … You didn't know?" Her father, teased. "Yes, sweetheart-" He began, before being abruptly cut off.
"Don't you dare call me 'sweetheart'." The hacktivist seethed.
Raising his hands in a mock surrender, Skye's father conceded to her wishes. "Fair enough." He shrugged, getting back to his point. "But, as I was saying … You, Skye … Are a twin." He added, blowing Skye's mind out of the water. "An identical twin, to be exact." Skye couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had an identical twin sister she'd never known about. And, what 'work' was she doing? Her mind was racing with a million questions – most of which centered around what kind of danger her team would be in. "Also, I couldn't have your little friends knowing you were missing … So, I sent Daeva to fill in for you …" Daman elaborated with a devilish smirk on his face. "Figured this would give us a chance to bond." He added, approaching his daughter as he gently caressed her face.
Instinctively, Skye tried to slap the hand away – only to be met with disappointment when her chains halted her hands before she could even reach her shoulders. She had to settle – instead – for stepping away from the touch. "Don't touch me!" She hissed.
"So feisty." Daman observed. "So much like your mother." He purred, churning Skye's stomach. "But, it is worth mentioning … The amount of time you spend in here is entirely up to you …" He taunted. Yeah, but, what's the catch? Skye thought to herself, fighting to bite her tongue. "The sooner you embrace your true family … And, who you truly are … The sooner you can leave this place and take your rightful place at side." He finished, grinning malevolently. Called it. Skye thought to herself. She knew there was no way in hell she was gonna give into anyone who would kidnap their own daughter … Even if he was her father. "The choice is yours."
"Some choice." Skye scoffed. "I don't care if you are my father … I will never work for you-"
"With me." Daman corrected, proudly. "Daeva and I have always been equal partners." He elaborated, smugly. "It will be no different with you. You will always be considered an equal."
"Yeah." Skye scoffed. "Soon as I let you brainwash me into thinking you're not the … evil … slimy … scumbag that you are."
Present Day
I'm gonna love ya | Until you hate me | And, I'm gonna show ya | What's really crazy | Ya shoulda known better | Than to mess with me, honey | I'm gonna love ya | I'm gonna love ya | Gonna love ya | Gonna love ya | Like a black widow, baby
I'm gonna l-l-l-love you until it hurts | Just to get you, I'm doing whatever works | You've never met nobody | That'll do you how I do ya | That will bring you to your knees | Praise Jesus hallelujah | I'mma make you beg for it, plead for it | Till you feel like you breathe for it | Till you'll do any and everything for it | I want you to fiend for it | Till it's got you gasping for air | And you lean for it | Till they have a CAT scan and check on your mind | And, it's nothing but me on it (on it, on it, on it) | Now, it's me-time believe that | If it's yours and you want it | I wouldn't promise I need that | Till I'm everywhere that you be at | I can't fall back or quit | Cause this here a fatal attraction so I take it all or I don't want shit
"You wanted to see me, Phil?" Skye asked, curiously, closing the door to the director's office.
"Yes, Skye…" Phil Coulson lied, effortlessly. Over the last three weeks, he'd noticed that something wasn't quite … right … about his beloved hacktivist. It was almost as if she was trying too hard to fit when she was already a dearly loved member of the team. She seemed like a new team member trying to be accepted into the herd. "There's been a new development with our little project that I'd like you to take a look at." He added. The director, of course, knew he was taking a huge risk. But, he was running out of ideas to prove his theory that the woman in his office was not his beloved hacktivist. Pressing the same familiar keys on his keyboard, Phil raised his bulletin board to reveal his alien graffiti.
Watching the young woman before him, Phil Coulson fought with everything he had to hide his victorious smirk as he watched the awestruck wonder taking over her countenance. "Wow…" 'Skye' breathed, slowly approaching the board in wonder. "What is it?" She asked, ghosting her fingertips over the markings.
Slamming the facade back over his carvings as 'Skye' instinctively yanked her hand away – whirling around to face him – Phil replied "It's all the evidence I needed." Leaning back against his desk, Phil crossed his arms over his chest. "Who are you?"
"Phil, you're confused." 'Skye' reasoned. "I'm me … Skye …"
"Stop lying to me." Phil hissed, dangerously, advancing on the young woman before him. "If you were really, Skye, you would have recognized these writings." The S.H.I.E.L.D. director reasoned, knowing he'd caught the young woman in a lie.
Knowing she'd been had, Daeva gave up the act. "Okay, fine…" She drawled, throwing her hands up in a mock surrender. "But, who's gonna believe you?" She asked, knowing she'd caught the director over a barrel. "If you expose me … You have to expose your own dirty little secret." Daeva elaborated, gesturing to the alien carvings. "Because, I'm guessing you haven't shared this little art project with too many other people … Am I right?" Taking Phil's silent, unwavering stare as a 'yes', Daeva pressed onward. "Yeah … Thought so." Folding her arms, smugly, across her chest, she added "My name is Daeva. I'm Skye's twin sister … I'll be filling in for her-"
"Where is she?" Phil spat, venomously. "Where's Skye?"
"Oh, I thought you'd be happy for her." Daeva drawled, tauntingly. "She's finally getting what she's always wanted … A chance to bond with our father."
"Skye, sweetheart, I've told you…" Daman tisked, watching his daughter lying bloodied and beaten on the meager cot he'd supplied her to sleep on. "The sooner you let go of S.H.I.E.L.D. and your past … And, embrace your family … The sooner all of this nonsense can stop." He elaborated, as if it were plain as day.
"Yeah…" Skye grunted, guarding her tender ribs as she struggled to her feet. "And I already told you … Don't ever call me 'sweetheart'." She warned, ignoring her aching body as she lunged at her father. To her credit, she held her own impressively well. She managed to get a few lucky shots in before her father overpowered her. Wrapping his hands around her throat, he pinned her to the wall. Maintaining her cool, she managed to reach an elbow over his arms to hit him in the face – breaking his hold on her. However, he recovered far too quickly for her to keep up with, sweeping her off her feet. As she struggled to her feet, she was met with a swift blow to the head, effectively rendering her unconscious.
Feeling his rage bubbling to the surface, Phil reared back his fist and punched Daeva square in the face. Though his pride of shaking her balance was short-lived as the sharp pain of a kick in his groin area shot through him – bringing him to knees. As he regained his footing, he swept a kick under Daeva's feet – only to have her jump out of the way. He had managed to get in a few lucky hits – punching her face, once more, as well as a couple more blows to the stomach – before she landed a roundhouse kick in his face. Before he could regain his balance, Daeva landed a well-targeted blow to his kidney region, taking him down. As he fought to stand back up, a solid steel-toed boot collided with his chest. Coughing up blood, Daeva managed to kick him in the face. Finally the blackness of unconsciousness overcame him.
As the fist collided with her face, causing her to stumble, Daeva retaliated with a reflexive kick to Phil's groin. Admittedly, she did let Phil get a few lucky hits in – knowing that it would help build her case, later, for getting rid of him. But, she soon grew tired of the cat and mouse game before aiming her next blow for Phil's kidneys. Smiling proudly as she watched the man fall to the floor at her feet, Daeva would not afford him the opportunity to retaliate as she swiftly kicked him in the chest. She couldn't deny the sick amount of pleasure she took in watching the fallen director coughing up mouthfuls of blood before she finally took mercy on him – kicking him in the head to ensure he would not get back up.
Author's Note:
So, I decided to end this little offering here. I thought about extending it to cover Phil's team discovering him unconscious on his office floor with 'Skye' coming to his rescue … But, I thought I'd post this little bit and see if I get anyone wanting me to continue this story. So, if y'all wanna see what happens, next … Ya gotta review!
~Skye Coulson
