"What was that for?" Skye asked holding her stomach.
"What are you talking about? I'm trying to get you ready for the field."
"I've already been in the field. Probably longer than you guys have." She stood up straight now.
"Oh, of course you have. See I forgot. You must look like someone else." He laughed, "You're not Skye? The one who was shot by Ian Quinn because she didn't notice the gun like a trained field agent would."
"That's not what happened." She said through gritted teeth.
"But you are Skye?" He asked again.
"Yes."
"Oh okay great." Punch
Skye fell to the ground. The guy kicked her stomach. Then punched her face.
"You have it easy. We had to work to get here. We had to be noticed. You're just some girl who hacked her way in. We trained to be here. I can tell you that everyone here believes that you hacked your way here. Some of the trainers and students just take pity because you were shot. Your time here is shortened because you have Agent Coulson on your team and he died in the battle of New York. He thinks he's some kind of special case because of that. Well newsflash Skye, we don't believe in you. We don't take pity on you. You were shot so what." kick, punch, kick, "Enjoy your time here." He had a menacing laugh and he walked away with the rest of the guys that were there.
Skye laid on the floor for a little bit longer. She looked at her stomach to see if her wounds had opened up. It's been awhile since she got them, but this guy kicked and punched her that hard to where she felt like they should have opened up. Thank Gosh they didn't.
When Skye got up she felt like she was going to fall over. She almost did when she grabbed her bag.
Skye went up to her dorm and looked in the mirror. A bruise was starting to form on her cheek where she was punched. How in the world was she going to explain this to her trainers the next day. She would tell them the truth, but it won't make a difference. She would only get more beatings and its operations academy. No one cares anyway.
She just pushed it aside. She took a shower and went to bed.
Skye had to be at the shooting range at 6 the next morning. She had trouble getting out of bed though. She looked in the mirror again and there was a bruise and it looked worse than it did last night, "Great." She muttered to herself.
When she got down to the shooting range it was just her and her instructor.
"Where is everyone?" She asked.
Her instructor was looking down the her clipboard.
"Just us today."
"Okay?"
Skye went to go over to the gear to get her goggles and headphones. When she turned around the instructor was looking at her, "Yes?" She asked.
"What happened to your face?"
"Umm. I was in the gym last night and I hit a punching bag too hard and it came back and hit me in the face."
The instructor sized her up for a minute and ran the excuse through her head before she finally just said, "Anyway you will be shooting the pistol today."
"I shot that yesterday."
"You can't master something just shooting it for an hour and a half. Don't question my instructions again."
"Right, sorry."
"Don't be sorry. Don't do it."
"Got it."
Skye shot the pistol for another 2 hours. At 8:30, she was able to get breakfast. She decided to go to the gym instead.
When she got there it was empty. Which was weird for an Operations Academy at 8:30 in the morning. She didn't think anything else of it and just set her bag down and went to work on the punching bag like last night. She was more aware of her surroundings this time and it's because of that that she heard someone come in the door. She switched side on the punching bag so she could see the door. It was that guy again.
"Hi. Skye."
No answer.
"Skye?"
"What?"
"I said hi."
"I heard you. What do you want?" Skye stopped punching the bag and looked at him with her hands on her hips.
"What happened to your face?" He pointed to her cheek.
"Really?" She point her hands on her hips.
"What?" He asked. He had set his bag down next to hers and was standing by the other punching bag next to hers.
"How do you not know what happened? You did this to me." She pointed to her face.
"I did?" He had his hand on his forehead.
"Yeah last night. You punched me. 3 times in the stomach, once in the face. Then you kicked me in my stomach twice."
"I don't remember that. I was drunk most of last night."
"How is that possible? We can't have drinks here."
"I find my ways. Anyways, I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me."
"Well you were mad and you said I had it easy because I had Coulson. And he thinks he's some kind of special case because he died in the battle of New York. You also said that everyone was taking pity on me because I was shot. Just to name a few things you said." She went back to punching the bag.
"Wow...um I don't think sorry would help this situation."
"Well the growing bruise on my cheek thinks so too."
He smiled, "You know you're kind of funny."
"Yeah. Okay."
"I'm Jason." He said holding out his hand.
She shook it. She doesn't know why but, she did, "Skye."
"Oh I know."
"Right. You also asked me my name 15 times last night."
"Was it really that much."
"No. It was an exaggeration."
"Right."
How could he be like this? This was last night. I'll have to be careful.
"So what are you at operations for?" He asked. Punching his punching bag.
"Field agent."
"Me too."
"Well it's Operations Academy. It's pretty common."
"Right."
"You really like that word." She stopped punching.
He laughed, "That I do."
She was taking a drink of water and grabbing her bag, "I'll uh, see you later."
"Okay. Um sorry about last night...again."
"Thanks. Bye!" She said walking out the door.
As soon as she was gone, Jason's phone started ringing.
"Hello?" He answered.
"Yes, she believes I was drunk." He replied to what the person was saying.
"No sir."
"Yes. She is not going to be becoming a SHIELD agent." He hung up the phone.
Author's Note:
Please! I was not going to make him a good guy! I got bored in school today! Hope you like this chapter! Sorry it's been a little bit! I have been updating my other stories, but this one is a bit harder to write for me. I keep getting writer's block!
-S