MERRY CHRISTMAS! My gift to you is the continuation of this one-shot. I updated my last chapter because some things and word choices were not my... Favorite and so I changed it. If you haven't seen the update, I did give thanks to all the nice reviews, favorites, and follows of: SLYNNR, guest, Tamara(guest), Sailor Light Angel, Commandos, AmieeSnow, Riolu G. Hand, carebear02, hnt5811, and CM6SHIELD6PLL6. If I missed you, I'm very sorry. Please pm me now-and for any future chapters I miss you on, to get a sneak peek at the next chapter

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"You know, I have to admit that a plastic comm is something way above and beyond what I was thinking. For a solo vigilante like you?" I blinked. Looking over at my side, Romanoff sat comfortably on a chair. I was in a makeshift hospital bed with an IV stuck into my arm. "I bet you stole it. Even then, I still found it. Your buddy on the other side wouldn't respond for anything, however and I don't have the technology to track them currently so I just destroyed it."

I rolled my eyes. Just a few thousand bucks is what I'll have to pay in order to get a few coins to actually buy it off the dark web without tripping over all the firewalls and protecting my IP address so a homicidal maniac trying to kill everyone who's not an expert at the Dark web and maybe try to sell their body parts to the cannibal side of the Dark web doesn't find me. Well, us.

Wait… Where's Link? My eyes widen as I realized Link wasn't at my side.

"If this whole mini panic attack is about the baby, he's fine. Maria has him." That didn't exactly calm me down. "Relax, you saved Fury. We know you're on our side. That's why we were in the library. We couldn't exactly trust anyone anymore what with everything going down with the accords and being 'written on paper' and Nick's supposed to be dead. An alias wouldn't really help at the stage he was where they easily steal some DNA samples and ID him. But you, well I couldn't find any records on 'Agent Skye' so you're in the clear for now. I know many agents had to go dark after what happened in D.C. That's why we knew we could bring you to this hospital. Sure it's a bit shitty, I think but what can you do when you're in this part of California."

"We're-" I suddenly had a bad coughing fit, which (thankfully), ended quickly. "We're in a hospital?"

Romanoff quickly nodded. I shook my head.

"I can't be here." I picked up the phone and dialed Miles' number. As it rang, I scooched out of bed.

"What are you doing? You're supposed to stay in bed."

"Listen, as a former Rising Tide member, I always stayed up to date with the Avengers. You never stayed in a hospital bed for more than five seconds, so you really shouldn't be talking. Ever heard of Quake?"

"No." Romanoff shook her head. "I haven't been in the US for a while. We were in the Mexico searching for some loose ends and that's when Fury decided to come to America. Something happened and we got ambushed-none of which is your concern. I presumed you're on a government index of some sort? With the type of powers you possess."

"But, I'm not-" I say as I take off the IV and begin changing into my normal clothes, "and they want me to be. Where's my baby?" Maria Hill walked in at that exact moment real awkwardly with a foot cast and Link in her arms.

"Hello?"

"Miles?" I asked, grabbing Link from Maria's arms and picking up his blanket and placing it around him.

"Yeah?" I put the phone on mute, glanced over at Romanoff and said "trace the phone number later if you want to find me. I'll leave the phone," before quickly picking up the phone

"Come pick me up on-" I looked around for a clue of where I was and saw an informational poster with this hospital's name on it. "West Peanut Ave. Near the Community Hospital."

"That place is crap. Are you ok?"

"I got shot in the leg but I'm on pain meds. Won't last long though. Hurry"

"Ok, ok. Umm-" I heard the van starting up the background. "I will be there in about-" he paused-probably to look down at his phone, "Five minutes."

"Ok, Miles."

"Alright. See you soon, Skye"

"D-" the line went dead before I could remind him my actual name. I tossed the phone at Romanoff and rushed out of the hospital. Link cooed at me.

"Maa. Moo. Maaaa" I smiled at his attempts to speak as I walked down the hallways in an attempt to exit.

"Maaaaa Maaaaa" I stopped in my tracks and looked down at him. He smiled and smudged his face with his tiny hand in excitement. "Maaama!"

I laughed in happiness and squeezed him. Those little teeth actually did help for something! I can't wait to tell Miles.

"What did you say Link? Can you say it again, baby? Say 'Mama'" Link giggled.

"Maama!" I hugged him even tighter.

"Come on, baby. We need to show Miles!"

I practically ran down the hallways and onto the street.

"Maama, mama MAMA!" He yelled giggling after. I practically screamed with excitement.

"Yeah, baby! I'm mama!" I said as I squeezed him twice as hard. "Ok, ok." I said as I released him from the hug to look down onto his tiny little face. "When Miles gets here, we're gonna show him what you can say, ok baby? He said that you can't talk for nothing but we'll prove him wrong. Right baby?"

He smiled and gurgled some more nonsense. I chuckled and placed a kiss on his big bald forehead. I don't know when he's going to grow hair, but I hope it's by next month. He's going to be 8 months old! The thought made me want to hug him harder. He is growing way too damn fast for me.

Suddenly, our van skidded to a stop in front of us and the door slammed to the side as if Miles were the big Hulk.

"Hop in. I bought us a nice hotel room in Pasadena so this little one can crawl freely. He needs some exercise. Getting a little too chubby for my liking." I slapped him on the back of his head before I tied Link up into his carseat.

"But you can't say it's not true, Skye. We both know Link is getting a bit too chubby. And he needs his vaccinations, poor kid might die of measles if we don't get him any vaccines."

"How do you suppose we get him vaccinated?" I asked him seriously as I hopped into the passenger seat and shut the door.

"I honestly don't know. I've never planned to be a parent fugitive. I'll call some contacts, see what they know and if they can help."

"Ok." I said looking out at the changing scenery. I looked back at Link and then remembered. "Today Link said 'mama'!"

"Yeah right."

"He did!" I turned around to look at Link who was holding his foot. He must have been fed. That's probably why he hadn't cried this whole time...Well, it's only been like six minutes. "Link. Liink."

He looked up at me with his mouth open and his cute little tongue showing as he babbled. "Say 'mama', Link" He gurgled and started giggling. "Link, say 'mama'" He smiled and gurgled some more.

"Told ya he couldn't say it."

"Yeah, he can. Link. Say 'mama', baby." He started giggling.

"Maawmaa" I laughed and threw my hands up.

"See!" I punched Miles. "I told you! He said it before 8 months! I told you!"

Miles rolled his eyes. "I'll give you the twenty bucks later ok?"

"Ok" I said as I kissed him.

"Alright, alright-" he said pushing me away playfully. "I need to keep my eyes on the road. So-"

"MAMA, MAMA, MAMA!"

"Ok, ok, Lincoln. I get it kid. You can say 'mama', I get it"

"MAAAMAAA!"

"Alright, kid! I got it, ok? I got it." I chuckled at their first argument. It was cute. Link couldn't speak yet and only yelled mama but it was adorable. Apparently, it was not funny at all to him because he promptly started crying. I take off my seatbelt and jump over the seat to his side and take him out of his carseat.

"I'm going to breastfeed you this time, Link, but I swear on my mother's grave if you bite me again, you will be fed out of the bottle for the rest of your infancy." I roll my eyes at Miles' comments and start breastfeeding him. He begins to gently feed himself as I look around the van. There's blankets everywhere on the floor and the only seat that's up besides the two front seats is Link's seat. On the dashboard up front is the police radio scanner and Miles' laptop which are the only reasons why my feet don't go up there.

The rest is room to sit, eat, draw or do whatever we want. We have a bulletin board pinned up on the wall with a giant map of the US and pictures of us(not including Miles) at certain locations pinned to the map. Behind Link's seat is a desk we drilled onto the floor which we use for hacking(with my laptop), exploring, and just plain Netflix when we decide to lay down together in our van and just watch some movies all together. And of course there's some crawling space for Link, too.

"Four days."

"What nonsense are you spouting now, Miles?"

"I spent four days without hearing a peep from you. The comms were broken, no way to communicate. I was so worried. I thought, I thought you guys had died. I'm sorry if I'm an asshole, but don't you ever do that again. You're too busy playing Super-powered James Bond to even differentiate who you are. I get that you were once an agent and that you can take care of yourself, but Link can't. You're a mom now, not just an Sokovia Accords candidate or an ex-S.H.I.E.L.D. agent or even just goddamned Quake. I guess what I'm trying to say is you're not alone. And I get you want no strings attached or some bullshit like that but guess what? You gave that up when you decided to keep Link. You can't keep doing this. You're going to leave Link an orphan! Would you like him to grow up like you? Like us? Remember what it was like?"

"Yes. Of course I do, Miles. I know."

"It doesn't seem like it to me!" Link gets startled and starts to whine. I place his tiny body close to my chest and begin to burp him. "Link is one step away from being an orphan and you-his only parent, are still running amuck as if you have nothing to lose."

"Miles, we'll discuss this later. You need to focus on the road and I need to attend Link." I warn. Miles rolls his eyes at me through the rearview mirror.

"Ok. But we will finish this conversation. You have a tendency to avoid serious conversations."

"Yeah, yeah and we're gonna need to buy another comm and maybe a small flip phone that I can slip into my boots. Don't worry about the money, just making sure you were up to date with that."

"Yeah ok, Skye. About two hours left until we get to the hotel."

The bed at the hotel was the best. I hadn't been in a good one in so long. It felt really good, like heaven. Link was sleeping in a transportable cot I bought when he was born and it was finally time for Miles and I to talk.

"I rented it out for two days. Today and tomorrow under the name of Davis Monroe." He begins as he kicks off his sneakers and hops into bed with me.

"Great. That'll give us just enough time to-"

"Why can't we settle down, Skye? Why can't we just stay in one place? Kick our feet up and forget about the rest of the world. Maybe keep up with the Rising Tide but that's about it. We could provide a healthy environment for Link. This isn't healthy. Link hasn't even gotten his vaccines yet beside the basic newborn ones."

"Miles, you are the only one who accepts me for who I am. I'm always going to be on the run because the government will always be chasing me, trying to tag me as if I were an animal. Only you understand that I'm not such a freak. You understand better than the rest of them."

"Let's make them understand then. We can leave to a country where they don't permit the UN or the Sokovia accords and live peacefully!"

"Let me just fix a couple of loose en-" I squint and curl up in pain. "Arghh. I can feel the bullet wound now."

"Hold still, I'll get some pain meds." I tried to remain calm. Even if I had been shot before, I'll be dead before I ever get used to the feeling. It hurts like a bitch. I tried to keep quiet in order to not wake Link but dammit. It hurts so bad! Miles came back with a morphine shot and stuck it into my thigh, right next to my bullet wound. Even though the pain wasn't gone, I thanked him because I knew it would be gone soon.

"So, back on the topic" he started, slowly dragging on the word 'topic'.

"I would love to say it's a topic for another time-"

"But you're not-"

"But I'm not because I agree with you. Link is priority. Link is at danger and the thing that's putting him in danger is preventable so let's prevent it. I'm going to get into the Dark Web and search for off book doctors and Doctors-With-Passion-R-Us."

"Those are actual organizations?" I look at him with a smirk.

"Yes, Miles. Of course they're real organizations." I say sarcastically. Miles rolls his eyes and hops off the bed.

"Anything else you need me to get, Skye?" I thought about it as I faced the ceiling.

"An orange would be nice-preferably a Mandarin. And Link's bag. I have a feeling we might need it." I say slowly. Link starts squirming in his crib.

"Damn Mother's intuition." Miles mutters as he starts jogging out of the room. "'Why can't men have it?' I don't know."

I smile as I climb off the bed and walk around to tend Link.

"Hey there, baby!" I cooed. He smiles up at me and starts giggling. He proceeds to then turn onto his stomach and turn around to face me while holding onto the crib. He definitely wants to learn how to walk even though he can barely hold on to his own crib.

"Alright, Link." I murmur, kissing his bald little head and picking him up by his bottom. He starts jumping up and down excitedly and I plop down on the floor and let him go. He looks back at me for a millisecond before crawling swiftly to the recliner. Holding tight onto the edge, he starts giggling as he "walks" all around the chair.

"Don't hurt yourself, Link." I mutter as I look through Miles' encrypted phone. Suddenly, a new message comes in. It's coded at first, the phrases shifting from letters to numbers and symbols at about a 90 Words Per Minute rate which gradually slows until I'm left with the message,

'Who are you and why should we help you?'

I quickly text back,

'My name's SKYE. I'm a famous Rising Tide Hacker. I'm also the one from the news, 'Quake'

'Prove it.'

I glanced over at Link who seemed to be enjoying hanging off the recliner for his dear life before opening the camera. I quickly snap a picture and something written on a piece of paper in the picture that only I would know (Miles *our group's semi-leader* once violated our Hacktivists rules. Only a select few knew of it). Then, I send a very specific report(it's just a two sentenced text), based on my greatest exploits.

It seemed to do the job.

'SKYE? How did you become Quake?'

'Not your problem. I need fake birth certificates, licenses, and Social Security.'

'Not even a warm hello, SKYE? We were once your family.'

'Well, we never rolled like that and all of you in the R.T. know that.'

'True. I'm going to need pictures for the licenses and names for everything else.'

I quickly sent them a picture of me which belonged to a photo shoot I had made sure to look 100% awkward. Just like the real DMV license photos.

'I'm gonna need you to do one license, Social Security, and Birth Certificate with this photo. Name is Dennise Wang-London.'

I snapped a photo of Miles' photo from the same photo shoot.

'Another of the trio for this picture. Name is Adrian London. And another set of Birth Certificate and Social Security for an 8 month old baby named Lincoln London.'

Link started giggling and crawled over yelling 'MAMA!' Miles suddenly entered as well, coming back with his arms full of junk food. My mandarin was on top of the pile and Link's bag was hanging from his left arm. I grabbed Link and walked over to Miles.

"We're all getting new identification so Link can finally get a real checkup." I told him, allowing Link to jump into his arms. Everything went to the floor as Miles attempted to catch Link.

"Oh that's fine. And for future reference, don't you ever do that again. I almost had a heart attack." I chuckled at his statement and climbed onto the bed where all of the junk food had fallen. As I sifted through the junk food, a soft ringtone came to my attention. It was Mile's. I rushed to pick it up off the floor and answer it. I only heard Fury's voice.

"The tracing begins... Now."

I honestly tried to add some fluff into it because it's the holidays. But I really needed to get moving with the plot so it didn't work out so well. Plus, it's not christmas in the plot. I don't know if this is going to turn out a DaisyxMiles fic but it depends on what you guys want. As always, please review if there's anything you'd like to say. It's one of the best things about fanfiction-you can interact with the author.

Anyways guys, I think that's it.

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, or anything else you celebrate!

Byeee!