"We have a new shipment coming in," Bobbi announced, her eyes glued to the tablet in her hand as she strutted into the conference room.

"I really wish you would stop calling it that." Jemma sighed, averting her eyes to the TV that was now displaying the information Bobbi had been looking at on her tablet.

"This is Skye Johnson." Bobbi started, pointing to the picture on the top right corner.

"She's an enhanced?" Hunter asked, arching her eyebrows approvingly at the photo, glancing at Tripp who gave him a little nod of agreement.

"One of the best and most dangerous we've seen." Bobbi explained, "The Avengers found her at the HYDRA base that was harboring Loki's scepter. Strucker referred to her in his files as the Scarlet Witch."

"Strucker?" Fitz arched her eyebrows curiously. "Like, HYDRA's top thug Strucker?"

"One in the same." Bobbi agreed, tapping on Skye's file to reveal all the information that had on her. "HYDRA kidnapped her as a kid, she's lived in a cell at that base for fifteen years."

"Was she enhanced before?"

"No. She was an ordinary kid, born in Hawaii, her mom was a single parent of her and her twin brother, Lincoln. Lincoln was taken, too, both of them were the only two out of hundreds that were strong enough to endure the pain and... Power of the experiments Strucker performed on them. Lincoln was killed in action by Ultron."

"What did they do to them?"

"There isn't any files on what exactly was done to them but we do know it involved one of the six infinity stones, the Mind Stone. What every they did to her, it changed her from a normal kid to what she is now."

"Which is?" Jemma frowned.

"She is now telekinetic and has the ability to manipulate energy but that's not all." Bobbi swiped at the tablet until she reached the last page. The words the instantly caught Jemma's attention was 'tore the avengers apart'.

"What does that mean? Tore the avengers apart?" Jemma asked, motioning towards the TV, averting her eyes to Bobbi.

"She has the ability to look inside your head without you even knowing it, she can dig around until she finds your deepest fears then she will play up on them, make you believe you are living those fears." Bobbi explained and the entire group was hanging over her every word. "That what she done to the Avengers. Left Romanoff, Cap, Thor and Banner useless. Shook Stark up pretty badly, too."

"Then why the hell are they bringing her to us?" Hunter asked incredulously, looking around the table as if to make sure he wasn't the only one who found this ridiculous and, judging by the look on Mack and Tripp's face, he wasn't.

"We have a holding cell here for her, we will be holding her for a while. Cap claims she isn't hostile anymore but we still have to be careful.

"It is always the cute ones you gotta look out for, man." Tripp sighed, shaking his head.

"I don't get why they just don't kill her," Mack commented, gaining a disapproving look from Jemma.

"She is powerful, we could use her on our side."

"There is a reason she wanted to attack the Avengers in the first place, that doesn't just go away. Surely it would be easier to have her dead than risk not being able to convert her to our side." Mack reasoned.

"We cannot just kill anyone who refuses to comply with us." Jemma argued.

"We can if they are a threat." Hunter disagreed.

"When is she getting here?" Fitz queried, folding his arms on the table in front of him and stooping down to rest his chin on his arms, obvious a little uncomfortable with the argument.

"She should be here within the next couple of minutes." Bobbi explained, pointing towards Jemma with the edge of her tablet. "I need you to come down with me, there are samples of her blood coming in with her and I need you to test them."

"For what?"

"Anything abnormal. We have no idea how this was even possible." Bobbi nodded her head towards the door before making a move to leave.

Jemma rushed to follow after her, her little legs working harder to keep up with Bobbi. "Do you think she will take our side?"

"I hope so," Bobbi stated, leading Jemma to the garage area of The Playground.

Skye was already their waiting for them, surrounded by five burly guys with night night guns. Jemma's eyes fell to Skye's wrists and ankles that were shackled together, giving the woman just barely enough wiggle room.

"Are the shackles really necessary?" Jemma sighed, motioning towards the chains that held Skye's ankles and wrists.

A little grin appeared on the girls lips as she strained the chains gently. "Don't worry, cutie, I could easily get out of these. I just don't want to emasculate these guys, they like to feel powerful." Skye glanced at the burly men behind her, pouting sympathetically at them. "It's adorable, really."

Jemma's lips twitched as she tried not to smile at the scowl on the men's faces. Bobbi didn't look as amused.

"Miss Johnson, I'm..."

"Bobbi Morse. Mockingbird, I know who you are."

Jemma's eyebrows raised in surprise as she turned to look up at Bobbi whose jaw was set.

"Ok, I think these are for me," Jemma announced awkwardly, reaching for the plastic container one of the men was carrying.

"Do I know you?" Skye asked, her head tilted slightly to the left.

Jemma brought her eyes back to Skye, shaking her head lightly. She should be intimidated, right? This woman rendered the Avengers useless but she wasn't intimidated. "I don't think so,"

The woman's eyes flashed red for a brief moment, Jemma wanted to ask what she was doing, if she was poking around inside her head and, if so, why but Bobbi stepped in front of her before she could. "Don't even, you understand?"

Skye's curious look morphed into a cocky grin, her chin lifting as she leveled her eyes on Bobbi. "Stop me then."

Jemma peered around Bobbi to look at Skye, she wasn't afraid in the slightest, even though she was in Bobbi's territory, surrounded by Bobbi's men. But Jemma knew Bobbi wasn't scared either, regardless of the amount of men she had with her fear wasn't even in Bobbi's emotional spectrum.

"This is more testosterone fueled than when Mack and Tripp fight." Jemma commented quietly, smiling innocently up at Bobbi when she turned to glare at her. "O-kay, I'll just get to work."

"Come to me as soon as you have results,"

Jemma nodded, turning and walking back towards the lab.

"If you find that I'm susceptible to any kind of genetic conditions let me know, will ya?"

Jemma glanced over her shoulder to see Skye peeking around Bobbi, a smug grin on her lips.

"I think genetic conditions may be the least of your worries, considering you were bombarded with the radiation from an infinity stone."

"I'm not dead," Skye quickly glanced up at Bobbi, returning her gaze back to Jemma. "Yet."

"Yet is the operative word there," Jemma commented, looking at Bobbi when the taller woman turned to give at a strange look. "You should behave." Jemma added before rushing off.

'Careful, wouldn't want you going all Bruce Banner if you accidentally spill come of that blood on you.' A voice inside her head commented, sounding almost playful.

At first Jemma thought maybe it was her own subconscious warning her but it wasn't her voice. She knew exactly whose voice it was when she heard Bobbi snap, "Get out of her head."

Jemma was entirely sure if it was a teasing or a warning, she wasn't even sure if she could trust this woman after all, but she decided to take it as the latter.

Jemma studied the bloody for hours, not able to fine any structural differences in the cells, or in the formation of the bloody. Everything was normal and it was driving Jemma crazy.

Sighing, Jemma ran her fingers in to her hair and leant her elbows on the table, eyeing smear of red on the microscope slide in front of her. The only difference was a slightly elevated white blood cell count but it was nothing significant.

Then the idea came to her, Skye may have warned her about getting irradiated, she wanted to find out if that was true. She picked up a small amount of blood in a dropper and carefully walked over to the mice cages, dropping a single drop onto one of their backs and the results happened instantly, the small mice curling up into a ball and squeaking in pain for a few seconds before it went still.

This didn't make sense. How could her blood to that to other living organisms but not to Skye.

Jemma carefully cleaned everything up, setting the samples in the fridge before heading down stairs towards Skye's holding cell.

"You warned me." Jemma announced as she entered the room, walking towards Skye's cell but stopped a few feet away. "How did you know?"

"A dude who worked at the base I was raised in spilt a little blood on him once, I'm talking a single drop. It seeped through his skin and irradiated him from the inside out. Liquified his internal organs within half a minute." Skye shrugged nonchalantly, setting the table she had been playing with down gently as she looked at Jemma.

"Then why isn't it doing that with you," Jemma frowned, motioning towards Skye as she walked a little closer to the glass of the woman's cell. "You have the exact same biological structures as any of us."

"I don't know."

Jemma frowned curiously, running her finger across her bottom lip as she thought, her hand falling away from her mouth to point over at Skye when she got an idea. "You were born in Hawaii, correct?"

"Yeah."

"And your mom?"

"She was too, along with her parents and their parents."

"I mean, that could be it," Jemma murmured.

"Do I have to get all up inside your head to know what you're talking about?"

"Well, Hawaii is a volcano, it could have a higher level of natural radiation, which would have gradually exposed generations to radiation. That could have resulted in you, younger generations in general, being less susceptible to radiation poisoning." Jemma explained, shaking her head to herself, running her hand through her hair. "No, I don't think it would have prevented you from being killed from the level of radiation present in that mind stone. It would be a minuscule difference, if any."

"They hooked me up to a drip when I was a kid, it made me sick for days after." Skye commented, gaining Jemma's attention again.

"What do you mean?" Jemma quarried.

"Do you want me to show you?"

Jemma's eyebrows raised in surprise, narrowing her eyes skeptically. "Show me?"

Skye nodded, walking to stand right in front of the glass, wiggling the middle and ring finger of her now glowing red hand, motioning for Jemma to walk forwards.

She didn't.

She didn't want to feel like she was under Skye's control.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea."

"I won't do anything to hurt you, I just want to show you my memory of what happened."

Jemma swallowed, taking a few more steps towards the glass. "I don't trust you."

"I don't blame you," Skye nodded, "But I know if I do anything to hurt you your bean stalk will come after me. She has a little sweet spot for you and the little Scottish kid."

Jemma glanced over her shoulder towards the door, walking over until she was right in front of the glass. "I can't open the door."

"You don't have too,"

Jemma frowned, reaching out to tentatively place her pointer finger against the glass. "You can do it through the glass?"

Skye chuckled, sending a little red spark into Jemma's finger causing the girl to squeal, in surprise more than pain, and jerk her hand back.

"If you can do that then why haven't you attacked anyone who has came down here. Brainwashed them to let you go."

"I'm a lover not a fighter, doctor Simmons."

"The Avengers would disagree." Jemma murmured can eyeing Skye glowing hand. "It won't hurt?"

"No, not having it done."

Jemma swallowed and gave Skye a little nod.

"Are you sure? It won't hurt getting done but the memory may hurt a little."

"Yeah, no, I'm sure." Jemma assured, giving Skye a more reassuring nod.

"Ok," Skye agreed, her now blood red eyes staring straight into Jemma's as she lifted her hands up, the stream of what looked like red neon floated through the glass and towards Jemma.

Everything around her seemed to fade away and was instantly replaced with a muggy, damp room.

She was sitting in a hard wooden chair, her arms pinning against the wooden arms by straps around her wrist.

She frowned curiously down at her hands, they were tiny, along with her legs, they didn't even reach the ground.

"Don't worry, Skye, we won't hurt you."

Her eyes flickered up to the man towering over her, his beady, green eyes peering at her over his crescent moon glasses.

"No," Came Skye's voice, slightly higher than it was not due to her young age, pulling at the restraints when she noticed the IV needle in his hand. "Don't. Please."

She struggled some more, attempting to break free but someone held onto her arm to allow the man to slid the IV into her vein. "No, get off!"

She stopped fighting when she realised it was useless, her head falling to the side as she watched a blue liquid run through the tube and into her veins.

She felt her head start to spin and her heart begin to thump loudly against her rib cage. Then, within a few seconds, there was a sharp, searing pain in down either side of her skull, into her temple, and down her spinal cord causing her to cry out in pain.

"Jem, Jemma, hey," a voice broke through the fog of the memory. "Skye, stop!"

Jemma gasped in a breath when the memory was suddenly gone, her hands grasping at anything to keep her standing.

"Super soldiers." Jemma breathed, using Bobbi's arms to keep her up right. "They were trying to create super soldiers."

"What are you talking about?" Bobbi frowned.

Jemma wheels around to point at Skye, who looked slightly sheepish. "The blue stuff they injected you with, it's a variation of the serum they gave Steve Rogers." Jemma explained to Skye before turning back to Bobbi. "I think they are trying to create super soldiers, or something like it," Jemma motioned back at Skye. "Something better."

"That can't be. The last time they tried to recreate the serum we ended up with the hulk."

"Who ended up like that as a result of gamma radiation," Jemma said, pointing back at Skye. "She withstood the radiation from an infinity stone."

"I will look into it." Bobbi nodded, leveling her hard eyes on Skye. "You need to stay out of her head!"

"Bobbi," Jemma sighed, sounding exhausted, all of her energy being completely drained from Skye's memory. Jemma couldn't even begin imagine what this girl had been through.

"No, you were in pain, Jemma. I could hear it in your voice."

"She was helping us. I know now, I know the reason she survived," Jemma said, glancing over her shoulder at Skye who was looking at her through her eyelashes, looking somewhat vulnerable. "I'm so sorry."

Skye just shook her head, averting her eyes away from the duo.

"Come on, Jemma," Bobbi gently placed her hand on Jemma's upper back but Jemma didn't budge.

"I want to stay down her for a little bit."

"No, go." Skye said, her eyes hard, her jaw set. A completely different girl from the one who came in. "Whatever it is you want to talk about I don't want to talk about it."

Jemma eyed Skye for a few seconds before nodding, sluggishly trailing after Bobbi as they left the room.

"What was that?" Bobbi asked as soon as they entered the lab, Jemma falling down into the closest seat, her body completely void of any energy but her mind was reeling, going over what she had seen. It felt like one of her own memories, she knew it wasn't, Skye had just implanted it in her mind but it felt real, like she had lived it, and Jemma was terrified by it. "Jemma?"

Jemma focused her eyes on Bobbi, "She's been through so much and we have her locked up down there."

"What did she show you?"

"What they gave her to help her deal with their experiments." Jemma ran her fingers through her hair. "It was so painful, Bobbi, I felt it. I've never felt anything like that before, and she was just a child when it happened."

"How do you know what she showed you was real?"

"You can't just conjure up that kind of pain," Jemma whispered. "They are working on super soldiers to compete with the avengers and they have succeeded if Skye and her brother are anything to go by."

"Where would they have gotten it from?"

"I have no idea," Jemma sighed, gently massaging her forehead.

"Why did you let her do that?"

Jemma shrugged lightly. "I trust her, Bobbi. At least enough to know she isn't going to hurt us."

"We can't let her out."

"At least stop treating her like she is a prisoner of war."

"I don't know what she did to you..."

"She didn't do anything," Jemma sighed. "It's just that she was raised in a cage, I don't like that we are doing the same to her."

"Until we know she isn't a threat we don't have much of a choice."

Jemma just nodded, smiling at Bobbi when the woman told her she was going to and talk to Coulson about the serum.

Jemma just didn't understand why Skye was still here. She could easily manipulate anyone who went down there but, even if she didn't want to do that, Jemma suspected she could easily crush the cell she was in, even if it was composed of adamantium.

She decided to read up a little more on Skye, find out what exactly happened during the fight she and her brother had with the Avengers and Ultron.

But she needed a nap first.