When Skye woke up the next day Simmons was still there, both of her arms still wrapped around Skye's waist and the way she was lying Skye was sure she was going to end up with a kink in her neck. Both of them were still on the sofa, a blanket thrown over them, presumable by Fitz.
While she was asleep Simmons looked more relaxed than she had since everything with Hydra had happened. Skye smiled, cuddling back down against Simmons.
Skye was just about to fall back asleep when Trip's voice sounded from downstairs. "Simmons, Skye we are heading out soon."
Simmons startled awake, blinking in confusion.
"We need to get ready to head out." Skye said, drawing Simmons' attention to her.
"Good morning." Simmons smiled, rubbing her hand on Skye's injured shoulder. "How're you feeling?"
"I'm fine, Simmons. You really need to stop worrying."
"Come on, you two." Fitz huffed, appearing in front of the sofa with both girls outfits in his hands. "We have to get goin' in five minutes."
"Ok, keep your hair on, Fitz." Skye grumbled, pushing herself up away from Simmons, allowing the Brit to sit up and roll over the kink in her neck and shoulder. Both of them groaning when Fitz threw their clothes over their heads.
"Fitz!" Simmons yelped, pulling the clothing off her head and glared at her best friends back.
"What the hell happened to you?" Coulson asked, stopping as he headed towards the stairs, frowning down at Skye.
"I just woke up." Skye retorted, the offense clear in her tone.
"No, you're arm, what happened?"
"Oh," Skye muttered, having completely forgotten Coulson hadn't seen her since the briefing. "Simmons kicked my ass."
"I did not 'kick her arse'. Skye has been training me and we done one to many flips."
"And what are you going to do about this mission?"
"I'm still going to go." Skye stated, standing up with her clothes in her hand.
"Isn't it a simple in and out, sir?"
"Yeah but just incase."
"I'm not going to start a fight," Skye rolled her eyes as she headed towards her bunk. "Especially not with this."
"I don't believe her." Coulson said once Skye was in her bunk and Simmons shook her head.
"Me either."
-
"You look good in glasses," Skye complimented, glancing out the tinted windows of the van the team were waiting in, getting ready to enter the pub.
"Oh, thank you. I'm only really wearing them for the camera."
Skye nodded interestedly, "Huh."
"Ok, girls. The one you want to keep distracted is a big fellow, a big skull and snake tattoo on his forearm."
"Like the death eaters?"
"Not quite. This is a big skull with a snake weaving in and out of the openings." Fitz waved his hands dismissively. "Anyway, you have to keep him occupied. Flirt with him, preferable Skye because Jemma can't flirt."
"Hey." Simmons protested and Fitz just shrugged.
"Just make sure he doesn't go down to the basement until we give the all clear."
"Copy that." Skye gave Fitz a mini salut.
"May is already in there, she said the boss is on the pool table." Fitz briefed as he handed Skye and Simmons their earpieces.
"Damn, I totally could've impressed him with my pool skills if I wasn't an invalid."
"I'm quite good a pool." Simmons offered and both Fitz and Skye looked at her in surprise. "Most of it is just geometry. Angle of the shot, how hard to hit it."
"I'll believe it when I see it." Skye jested, placing the earpiece into her ear.
"Ok, girls, you are ready to go." Fitz patted their shoulders as he moved to open the back doors of the van.
Skye hopped down from the van, holding out her hand to help Simmons down.
Simmons accepted the help, grinning bashfully when her feet hit the ground and straightened out her clothes. "Thank you."
"Sure." Skye simply nodded, cleaning her throat and looking up at Fitz who was hanging out the back of the van. "When will you guys be heading in?"
"Once May tells us it's clear." Fitz said before closing the doors in Skye's face.
"Charming."
"Fitz, that was rude." Simmons scolded through the closed door, turning and following Skye who was already walking towards the pub.
"How about we go to the bar first," Skye suggested, grinning cheekily as she wrapped her arm around Simmons' shoulder. "That way I can buy a pretty girl a drink."
"But we are supposed to be keeping the boss happy not other people." Simmons frowned innocently making Skye laugh.
"God, for being a genius you sure are dumb."
Skye moved away from Simmons and opens the door to the pub.
The place was dark, the only real light coming from the open door and the light above the pool table. It had 'criminal hideout' written all over it.
Skye could feel the mens eyes slowly turn to them and follow them as they walked to the bar, the whispers were so loud that, if she tried, she could make out what they were saying. Skye suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of jealous at the fact these guys were leering at Simmons, who looked increasingly uncomfortable in that stupidly short skirt.
"What do you drink?"
"Just a coke, please."
Skye stared at her with a confused frown for a few seconds before letting out a sharp 'no' and turning to the bar man. "Two beers."
"Skye, I don't like beer."
"Then don't drink it but we have to give off the illusion that we are here for the alcohol and not the overwhelmingly nice company.
"Skye's right, Jemma." Fitz agreed in their ear. "At least pretend to drink it, yeah?"
Simmons sighed but obliged, bringing the bottle up to her lips and tipping it back but not actually taking any of the liquid into her mouth.
"You know," Skye starts, taking the bottle away from her own lips and swallowing the mouthful of beer. "You have really nice legs."
Simmons gave Skye a look. "Are you hitting on me?"
Skye just grinned regardless of the look Simmons was giving her and leant against the bar. "Do you want me to be?"
"Now isn't really the time for that, girls." It was Coulson's voice in their ear this time.
"What? I was just complimenting her."
"Jemma, why don't you head over to the table, pretend to be really interested in the game." Fitz said.
"But don't that Irish hate the English?"
"Nah, that hate the Scottish." Fitz explained. "And also Americans. But everyone hates American."
"Not cool, Nessie."
"Ah, more Scottish humor. Cute." Fitz replied dryly.
"Grow up, you two." Simmons scolded, getting up from her stool and looking at Skye. "Wish me luck."
"You got this. It's all just math, remember?"
Skye watched Simmons leave and, goddammit, those legs.
It didn't take long at all for Simmons to captivate the groups attention, in a shirt skirt and low slung top it almost didn't matter that Jemma was unequivocally beautiful. She twirled her hair around her finger, having, thankfully, gotten better at flirting since the Sitwell incident, and took a few pretty impressive shots on the table, she had a good ten or fifteen members of the Irish mob in the palm of her hand. The only other time Skye had seen men captivated like this was when Lorelei had decided to try and inslave the whole male population.
"I think you're set." Skye whispered discreetly, finishing her beer.
"Copy that." Fitz acknowledged, signaling that they were about to head in. "This should take about five minutes."
Good, Skye thought to herself because those guys seemed to be gravitating closer to Jemma and she didn't like that at all.
"Don't even think about it, Skye." May growled into her ear, obviously noticing the way she was twitching. This wasn't Jemma's field, she wasn't good at this kind.
It was just as Fitz managed to bust open the safe that the leaders hand made contact with Jemma, a little to low on the girls back to Skye's liking but she held back. At least until Jemma tried to push his hand away, numerous times, but it always found it's way back.
Skye stormed over and yanked his hand away before pulling Simmons protectively towards her. "When a girl pushes your hand away you don't just put it right back where she removed it for, asshole."
"Great." May sighed in her ear and she's pretty sure she head Fitz gasp her name.
"Wha'd you say to me, bitch?"
"Let me dumb it down for a knucklehead like you, keep your fucking hands to yourself."
"Skye." Simmons warned, pressing against Skye's shoulder.
"I'd listen to your girlfriend." The man growled, completely towering over both of them.
"Maybe you should've listened to her, too, and realized she didn't want your ape paws all over her."
The man didn't even say anything, he just nodded his head and there was two guys coming at Skye from her left. Thankfully, Skye was quick enough, taking out one of them with a quick hit to the nose, ducking under the others attack before kicking him square in the face.
Then everyone seemed to be fighting, not just shield and this mob but everyone. Skye had somehow managed to single handedly start a bar fight.
She managed to fight a few guys with one arm and minimal pain, spinning around to take out the person behind her but smiled when her eyes landed on Simmons, who was almost right up against her.
"Oh, hey."
"You are such a trouble maker."
"You love that about me." Skye shrugged, smiling flirtatiously down at Simmons.
"Duck!" Skye didn't think twice about the order and ducked, watching as Simmons sent the heel of her hand straight to the bosses, who was one of the few people paying attention to them, nose, breaking it judging by the crunch, and leaving him for May to take care of. "How can one girl with an injured arm start all this?"
"It's a special talent of mine. A party trick."
"Time to go, girls." Fitz snapped in their ears.
"That was such a nice hit." Skye grinned as she and Simmons rushed out of the still brawling pub, May not to far behind.
"Well, I have a good teacher."
"What. The. Hell?" Was the welcome they received from a very unhappy looking Fitz.
"You could start a fight in an empty room." Trip teased.
May hopped into the back of the van and Coulson drove off.
"You are going on a leash next mission." Simmons warned, glaring over at Skye who just grinned, obviously taking what Simmons said inappropriately.
-
All Skye wanted was to get a bottle of water and go back to bed but she was stopped on the way by Fitz.
"Come find me in the morning, Fitz." Skye murmured sleepily, patting the mans shoulder.
"What was that today, Skye?"
"What?"
"You were-" Fitz waved his hands around. "Jealous. You were jealous that he had his hands all over Jemma."
"I wasn't jealous, I was protecting her." Skye sighed, trying to walk past Fitz but he softly caught her wrist and stopped her.
"Don't push away you're feelings because you're scared, ok?" Fitz advised softly. "Not everyone ends up fuckin' you over and Jemma isn't Hydra. She told me so."
"That's not what this is about at all." Skye pulled her arms away. "Goodnight, Fitzy."
"You- I'm tryin' to give you advise." Fitz sounded like pouting child and Skye regrets turning around because he looks like a wounded puppy.
"Sorry. I just don't need it, we're a family. We protect each other."
Fitz nodded solemnly. "Ok."
"Thank you, though." Skye smiled tiredly, pecking the Scot quickly on the cheek before heading back to her bunk.