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PHIL'S POV

I sat in my office, and banged my hands on the desk. Phil, you stupid idiot! You stupid, stupid man! How could you let her go like that? I genuinely had no idea she felt like that for me. I was in shock, because it meant she actually felt the same way I did. Don't be stupid Phil, I scolded myself. Just because she kissed you, why would she go for me? She's young, and beautiful, clever, smart, and I'm just me. Old and past it, and no-where near good enough for her. I was interrupted by my daydream about Skye, when there was a knock on the door. It was Simmons. I felt for the poor kid, after what had happened with the disease on our last mission. She was so young.

"Jemma, what can I do for you?" I asked, extending her a warm smile. She returned it, and took a seat.

"Well sir, I've just had Skye run into me at a hundred miles an hour, crying her eyes out. I saw her around here before, and I was wondering if you might know anything about it" Jemma said quietly. I looked at her blankly, hoping my face wouldn't give anything away, mainly the fact that it tore my heart in two to know that I had hurt Skye like that. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Sorry Jemma, I haven't seen her" I replied, calmly.

"Ah yes, right then, night sir" Jemma replied, moving to leave.

"Goodnight Simmons" I said, making sure she was out of the room before kicked the door. I knew I wasn't going to sleep, and I knew everyone else was, so I made my way to the training room, where I could let some steam off. I settled on a punchbag, and I spent the next few hours punching it near to the end of it's life. I had worked up a good sweat, and now I actually felt quite tired, so I retreated to my chambers, and got the few hours of sleep that I could. I woke up the next morning, and headed back down to the training room, surprised to find Skye in there, working on the same punchbag I was last night. I let out a low chuckle when I noticed she was punching with the same amount of agression I had. She turned around to see who it was and her beautiful brown eyes locked with mine for a brief moment.

"Hey" I said.

"Hey" she replied awkwardly.

"What's that punchbag ever done to you?" I asked.

"Needed to let off some steam" she replied shortly. I didn't want to, but I had to bring up last night.

"Look Skye, about last night" I started, but she cut me off.

"AC, it's fine, I'd had a bit to drink, I'm the one who is sorry, you have a girlfriend, let's just forget about it, yeah?" she asked. I nodded slowly.

"Fancy sparring with me?" I asked.

"Sure. Ward's too easy for me now, just as long as you don't get too sweaty" she replied, a playful smile forming.

"I don't sweat, I glisten" I retorted, and we both laughed, the awkwardness of last night forgotten. We sparred for about 2 hours. She was very good. I had trouble keeping up, not that I would admit it. I was too proud for that. My last action was to knock her foot out from under her, but cleverly she pulled me down as well, so she was on top of me. We were so close, it was painful. She sat up quickly, coughing, visibly, embarassed. She went to leave. I couldn't let her leave again. I had to kiss her. Now or never Phil. "Skye?" I called. She turned around to speak, but I crushed my lips to her, saying everything that needed to be said. She kissed me back with as much passion, and I pulled her closer to me, pressing our warm bodies together. She pulled away breathless, and sighed.

"We can't do this" she said.

"What?" I asked, puzzled. She gestured with her hands.

"This. You, me. One day, I'm a stranger to you, the next you're kissing me, you have a girlfriend, if I remember rightly" she said exasperated, raising her voice.

"Hey, if I remember rightly, you kissed me first" I replied, raising my voice.

"That was different, that was because I..." she said, but cut herself off.

"Because you what?" I asked.

"Doesn't matter" she replied, looking at the floor.

"If it's any consolation, I like you Skye, like really like you" I said, in vain.

"Yeah, well maybe it's not enough" she retorted.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"Work it out, Phil" she spat, and stormed out, and at the same time, Ward walked in. He looked at the retreating Skye and then at me.

"Am I missing something?" he asked.

"Nothing concerning you, Agent Ward, what can I help you with?" I asked.

"Well, sir, we've just had a call to say Chan's gone missing, we think he's been taken" the younger agent replied.

"Right, well get everyone together, get to his apartment, we'll move from there" I replied. Skye's words still rang in my ears. "It's not enough. Work it out" She had even called me Phil.

"Sir, Skye isn't here" Ward said.

"Right, well May, you're in charge, I'll go look for Skye" I said.

"But sir?" Ward protested.

"Grant, look. I know what I'm doing. I trust you guys. We look after our own. Skye could be in danger" I replied, stoic as ever. They all nodded, and the mission began. I was walking through the streets of lower Manhattan, and my tracker told me she was in an apartment not too far from here. I found it quite quickly. I quietly unlocked the door, and slipped inside. I heard voices from the bedroom, one Skye's, the other, another man's. I walked towards the bedroom, and at that moment, Skye walked out. She stopped dead when she saw me.

"AC" she started.

"Get dressed' I said. The other man walked out.

"Everything ok Skye?" he asked, and then noticed me.

"Agent Phil Coulson, and you are?" I asked.

"Miles Lydon, Rising Tide, Skye's boyfriend" he replied. A muscle worked in my jaw. Instantly, I hated this guy.

"I'm sorry to have to do this, but you'll both have to come in" I said coldly. They both nodded, and I turned away to get the update from May and Ward. They had tracked Chan to an abandoned research facility. I quickly filled them in. Skye moved towards me.

"AC" she started again.

"Don't" I said coldly. We were back on the plane soon after, flying to the research facility. I let Melinda deal with Miles, and called Skye into my office.

"Phil" she said.

"No Skye, don't. What the hell were you thinking? If you've told him anything, it's comprimised us all. We're in the middle of a crucial operation" I shouted angrily.

"So you're only bothered about the mission" she muttered.

"Why what else is there?" I asked.

"Me? That I slept with another guy?" Skye replied.

"That. Why would I be bothered? Because I fucking love you!" I shouted, banging my hand on the desk.

"You... love me?" she asked.

"Loved. I really loved you Skye. I thought I was stupid. I thought you would never ever go for me, and then, that night... it gave me hope. I thought, why not Phil, give love a chance. How stupid was I?" I scolded myself, fighting against the angry tears threatening to fall.

"We still can have that" she said, her tears streaming.

"No we can't. You have a lot of making up to do, but I'm done with you, and if you pull another stunt like this, I will be done with you in both senses" I replied. She nodded and left. I could still her crying down the corridor. I poured a drink, and cried at my desk as I drank myself to sleep.