Skye glared at the girl in front of her. Jemma Simmons. Definitely a name that suits her looks, Skye thought. Skye stepped forward as well. "Skye." She said simply as she took her hand and gave it a light squeeze.

Jemma raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Are we not on that level yet for me to know your last name?"

Skye stared down at their still interlocked hands. She quickly pulled it back. "Oh um…I actually don't have one. It's just Skye."

Jemma looked back at her and debated whether or not she was telling the truth. In the end, she opted to not push the subject. "Well, Skye. Where do we start?" Jemma looked around the room and saw all the equipment Skye had set out. She walked forward to look at the items more clearly.

Skye grabbed her arm before she could walk any further. "Actually we are going to start with you telling me why you're here." She let go of her arm and leaned on one of the walls, staring at Jemma expectantly.

Jemma pursed her lips. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, why are you here? Why do you need training?" she asked.

Jemma let out a sigh. "Well…I um…I get bullied a lot at my academy. You know? Just in case any of them try to physically hit me or something, I can be ready."

Skye squinted her eyes and could not help the smile that was tugging at the corner of her lips. "You realize that you are a terrible liar, right?"

Jemma simply rolled her eyes and proceeded to walk toward the items. "So, are these the gloves that you want me to wear?" she asked pointing at a pair of gloves on the ground.

Skye had a mischievous grin on her face and proceeded to walk toward Jemma. "I guess we are not on that level yet for me to know why you are here. But, yes those are your gloves."

Jemma nodded and gave Skye a grateful smile for not pushing the issue. She knows that she is lying, but she can't tell this random person the truth. At least not yet. Jemma proceeded to put on the gloves and managed to get them on without any help. "Okay. Now what?"

Skye motioned her eyes at the bag that was on the hook. "Let's see how you throw a punch." They walked over in unison. Skye stood behind the bag and held it in place. "Okay. So I am going to hold it behind here to feel the pressure. We will work from there." Jemma nodded in agreement and let out a breath. She stepped forward and with everything she had, threw a punch. Skye looked at her in shock. "Please. Please tell me that you are joking."

Jemma smiled brightly. "Was I that good?"

Skye clenched her jaw and then cleared her throat. "If we are going to get to any sort of level, then honesty is going to play a huge role. So… No. That was terrible. I can honestly say that was the worst punch I have ever seen someone throw."

Jemma's mouth hung open. "Well jeez. Thanks for the bloody ego boost."

Skye giggled. "But….there is nowhere to go but up. … Is that better for you?" she finished with a mischievous grin.

Jemma closed her eyes and smiled. "Quite. Thank you."

Skye grinned and turned toward the bag. "When you punch, you want to imagine a purpose. Imagine the one thing that makes you angry…furious. Let it burn inside of you. Then, when you look at the bag… let out the flame." With that Skye started doing two punch combos. Every move just as swift as the last.

Jemma watched in memorization. Anyone could look at this girl in front of her and agree that she is attractive. Jemma could go on a scientific rant with all the things that make it so, but she just better put those thoughts aside.

Skye stopped abruptly and wiped the small amount of sweat that appeared on her forehead. "Get it?"

Jemma nodded. "Think so."

Skye moved to stand behind the bag, holding it in place once more. "Okay. Let's try this again."

Jemma moved her position so that she was directly in front of the bag. She tried to take Skye's advice. She closed her eyes momentarily, envisioning the thought of why she was there. The real reason of why she was there. Jemma opened her eyes and Skye noticed a fire that was glowing there. Jemma punched the bag twice and each one Skye felt press against her. Skye took a step back and put her hands on her hips. She began nodding and pursed her lips. "Wow. I'd say that you found your purpose."

Jemma grinned and nodded. "I definitely did."

Skye motioned for her to do it again. Jemma was getting better by the minute according to Skye. Whatever the reason that she is training, she definitely was using it. Skye taught her a couple different punch combos. Each combination became a breeze for Jemma after doing it a couple of times. They moved onto do a couple different exercise routines such as push-ups, sit-ups, and jumping jacks. All of which Skye let Jemma do in a girly way since this was her first day. They had been there for hours. Both of them were dripping with sweat. Jemma asked a couple of times if she had other clients and Skye kept reassuring her that she was the only one. Skye thought they could go all the way until closing time, she actually hoped for it, but of course, fate is not in her favor.

Jemma heard her phone buzzing and took a deep breath before going to get it. She was panting the whole way. "Oh darn. I have to go." She said to herself after reading the text message on her phone.

Skye tried not to let the disappointment show on her face. "Oh um…is it an emergency?" Skye started to mentally kick herself for asking that. She just met her today and she is already butting into her business.

Jemma began to put her things together into her duffel bag. "No. Nothing like that. My friend Fitz needs me home for some assignment we have to do for the academy." She said waving her hand dismissively.

Skye clenched her jaw. She wanted so badly to ask who in the world this Fitz person is and are they living together. Was he a boyfriend perhaps? "Okay. Yeah. You got a lot done today so good job." She tried to sound uplifting, but let's be real, she was definitely hurt.

Jemma smiled and proceeded to walk toward the door. Skye turned to go and pack up all of her equipment. Jemma stopped to turn back to Skye. "What is your schedule?"

Skye turned around startled. "I'm sorry?"

"What is your schedule? Like, what days can you train me?" Jemma asked.

Skye opened her mouth and thought for a moment. "I should actually be asking you your schedule. I am here every day and like I said before you are the only client my boss gave me. So I'm working around your time."

Jemma tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "Great. So is it cool if I come like… four days out of the week?"

Skye's eyes shot open. She wanted to come to meet her four out of the seven days a week. "Yes!..." Skye stopped and realized how overly exaggerated she had said that. "…I mean yeah. That's cool. Whatever works?"

Jemma smiled and walked toward her. She was juggling around in her bag and took out a wad of money. "Great. Here, I think this should cover it."

Just by staring at the wad of money, Skye saw that she was way overpaying. "Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. I can't take that."

Jemma stood back hesitantly. "Oh I'm sorry. That front desk lady said for personal training, the money goes directly to the trainer."

Skye nodded. "It does. But I mean…" she pointed down at the wad of money, "…you're way overpaying."

Jemma blushed which Skye found extremely cute. "Right. I just wanted to pay you for three months. I can be forgetful. So here." She finished, handing over the money.

Skye hesitated before placing her hand on the money, careful to not pull on it to take it out of Jemma's hands. "Are you sure that you're going to last that long. I mean you did okay today. But it is going to take a lot of work to get to where I am." She stated sarcastically.

Jemma laughed and nodded. "I think I will be able to handle it. I have an amazing trainer after all."

"Okay… Whatever you say Jemma. Just remember that you asked for it." Skye smiled and took the money.

Jemma walked backwards, smiling the whole time until she reached the door. "I will see you tomorrow Skye."

Skye smiled back and said, "Yes you will."

Jemma then walked out. Skye found herself smiling the whole time while doing the agonizing work of picking up all the equipment. Once she was finished, all she wanted to do was head home. There was still another hour before closing time, but Skye figures May will give her a break.

Skye walked to the front desk where May was keeping herself occupied. "Hey May. Is it cool if I head out early? I'm kind of beat after that session."

May looked up at her and winced her eyes. "I'll say. The two of you have been training since seven this morning. Go ahead."

Skye smiled brightly at her. "Thanks May I'll see you tomorrow."

When Skye was almost out the door, she stopped. "Skye wait. Come here. Check this out." She heard May say.

She walked back in to find everyone staring at the TV that was hanging on the wall. She walked toward the scene to have a better view of the TV.

"Breaking News comes in today. A body was once again found outside the police station. Although this is not a surprise given that it came from the known group Rising Tide, this time though, the body was found brutally beaten. The man is now being rushed to the hospital and…" Skye was listening to the news reporter speak. She could not believe her eyes. This was the man from yesterday. The one from the alley. Skye thought back to the couple of punches she gave him and the kick to the stomach, but the man now had ten times more bruises than what she left him with. Skye knew that this could not be right. She walked out abruptly, hearing the little comments from the other trainers about how her mystery group needs to go to hell. The only thing Skye can be grateful for in this moment, is that all of their identities are unknown.

Skye arrived at the hidden Warehouse that is quite a long walk from her apartment. The warehouse had been abandoned for years. This was the place that she and Ward found when they were kids. They turned it into their meeting ground/training place. Ward however, still lives there. When Skye decided to go out and rent her apartment, Ward said that the Warehouse was the first place he was able to call home. Skye agreed and visits him all the time, even when it's not required for her to.

Skye walked in and seen Maria and Triplett sparing with each other in the middle of the room. They noticed her and nodded. Skye nodded back and they proceeded to spar. She walked up the stairs to get to the second floor where she found Peggy and Natasha doing different combinations with punching bags. They as well exchanged nods before Skye finally made her way to the third floor to find Ward working on his computer. "Hey! We need to talk." She stated firmly.

Ward shut his laptop closed and looked up at Skye. "Why hello Skye. It's awesome to see you to. I'm doing fine, thank you for asking." He finished with a grin.

Skye rolled her eyes. "Cut the crap…Have you seen the news?"

Ward scrunched his eyebrows together. "Really Skye? Do I look like I watch the news?" He started motioning at himself.

Skye sat next to him and looked into his eyes. "I need you to be honest with me Ward. What happened after I left last night? With the guy from the alley. What happened?"

Ward was taken back. "Skye, why are you asking?"

Skye let out a sigh. "I was just watching the news and the guy from last night was left at the police station. But he was beaten. Brutally beaten when they found him."

"Yeah. No kidding. We beat on all of our criminals." Ward scoffed matter of fact-ly.

Skye shook her head. "No Ward. This guy was brutally beaten." She dragged out the last two words to put more emphasis on them.

Ward's mouth hung open. "Skye? Are you—Are you suggesting that we did that?"

"I know that you guys would never go that far, but the police are saying that—"

Ward grunted and proceeded to interrupt her. "The police know nothing. If they want to pin it on us, then fine! They are just looking for someone to blame, Skye. They shouldn't even be investigating. We do their freaking job for them."

It was Skye's turn to be taken back. She never heard her friend speak in that tone before. "Ward. Just calm down. I was just aski—"

Ward stood up and began walking in place. "And how dare you Skye! How dare you come and accuse us of doing such a thing. You know we only beat on them enough to leave a dent then we drop them off at the police station. Done! Do you hear me?"

Skye could feel tears forming in her eyes. Now she has never heard him talk to her like that. "Yes. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have. I just- I – I'm sorry."

Ward looked down to see the defeated look on Skye. He sighed and kneeled down to look at her more clearly. "Look, after you left we picked him up and dropped him off at the police station. I swear. There was no stops in-between or anything. Maybe after we left him, someone came and was angry. Took it out on the first person they saw. But I swear it was not us."

Skye nodded in understanding. Ward got up and grabbed something from his desk. "Now here…" he handed over a file, "I got a tip from my group and it needs to be done tonight."

Skye opened the file to see two pictures. Once again, they were men that were older than their normal criminals they get. "Are you ever going to tell me who this group of yours is? I mean it is one thing to not tell the rest of them, but me?"

Ward shook us head and kneeled down. "Sorry. You know that is confidential. But like I have said before… once I see that you are ready, I will tell you." He got back up and extended his arm. "Come on. We got a job to do.

Skye took his hand and they all proceeded to go do their task. They found the guys in no time. Three of them beat on one guy, while the other three beat on the other. Just enough to leave a mark. Skye was getting tired and the group told her once more to head home. She refuted a couple times, but opted to take their offer. The more sleep the better she thought. She would get to see look less tired when seeing Jemma in the morning.

Skye arrived right on time, just like she did every day. She gave her greeting to her fellow coworkers, and even May before heading to her training room to set everything up. Right when she got finished hanging up the punching bag, she heard the door open. Jemma came in wearing similar attire as the day before. "Oh. Hello Jemma. How is your morning—"Skye flinched when she heard the loud slam after Jemma threw her duffel bag on the floor. She walked to grab her gloves in a huff. "Are you okay?"

Jemma put her gloves on in ultimate hatred. "I'm fine! Can we just get a move on please?" She motioned toward the bag. Skye wanted to push the issue, but instead walked to hold the bag in place. Skye nodded to inform Jemma that she was ready. Little did Skye know, she was not ready. Jemma was hitting the bag over and over again. Each strike getting harder than the last.

Skye began to wince at the amount of pressure she was feeling. "Hey. Calm it down a little would you?"

Jemma stopped abruptly. "What's the matter? The great Skye can't handle it?" Jemma scoffed.

Skye tried not to take it offensively. "I can, but you are letting out to much anger. You're going to run out of breath if you continue to—"Skye stopped immediately when she saw that Jemma had turned so that her back was to Skye. Skye walked forward, a little hesitant. She placed a hand on her shoulder. "Jemma? Are you sure that you're okay?"

Jemma let her head hang down. She turned to look at Skye, tears in her eyes when she said, "No."

Jemma rushed into Skye's arms. Skye did not need to process anything at all. All she did was wrap her arms around Jemma and try her best to console her. Jemma was crying hard into Skye's shoulder. Skye moved a little so that her back was against a wall, and slid down so they were now both embracing on the ground. They sat like this, Skye's arms around her and rubbing her back for a couple of minutes. When Jemma had calmed down some she pulled away and sat up a little straighter. Skye looked into her eyes. "What's wrong Jemma?"

Jemma quivered her lip. "I just. I-I don't…"

Skye knew that this girl was defeated by something. She also had a very great idea of what it could be. "Does this have anything to do with the purpose of you being here?" Jemma nodded to this, but still did not say a word. "You're still not ready to tell me yet. Huh?"

Jemma tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and sighed. "I want to tell you. I do. I just… I think that we—"

"We need to work to that." Skye interrupted.

Jemma nodded and smiled. "Yes. We need to work to that. And I promise you… we will."