Previously in 'Are You Really Real, Or Another Fake?':

Chapter One: Maria Hill and Phil Coulson find Skye and bring her in to S.H.I.E.L.D. where she will train to become an agent. Victoria Hand assigns Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton to be her Supervising Officers. Nat grows to like Skye a lot but will Clint be the same.

Chapter Two: Natasha, Clint and Skye sit down and talk, which lead to the discovery of Skye's parents - the great Black Widow and Hawkeye. But this leads to questions: 'why and how could Fury keep this from us?', 'How is Skye an 084, when her parents are obviously human?'. The three of them seek out Fury and storm into his office demanding answers. He gives them.

Chapter Three: Fury tells Skye about what injections they have had after being captured multiple times which leads to the reason of how she isn't human and is an 084. Fury explains how he has strong beliefs that she will inherit many of her parents powers at certain ages - twenty-one and twenty-four. Natasha begins her story.

Chapter Four: Natasha finishes her story and Clint tells his. Skye learns a heap about her parents history and tears were shed.

Chapter Five: When Skye is about to pack her stuff for the Academy, she senses people listening outside the door and she tells her parents. They usher her to hide while they confront the three boys at the door, knocking two unconscious and questioning the third. Skye runs facial recognition on the boys and shoots the conscious one with the ICER gun.

Chapter Six: When Skye, Natasha and Clint are about to head off to the Communications and Operations Academy, they are called into Director Fury's office where a very concerning issue is discussed. Nick has found reason to believe that Hydra is not dead and that they are in fact buried deep inside S.H.I.E.L.D., this news is shared with them and Maria. Skye is going to the Academy to seek out the Hydra sleeper agents and eradicate The Red Skulls presence from S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy's and bases. Skye shares her history with them and they discover that Agent John Garrett, one of Nick's most trusted agents, is Hydra.

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"I want a status on Garrett, right now." Fury orders and Hill rushes to her office with the rest of us in trail. "What do you have on him Commander?"

"Agent John Garrett," She mumbles, typing into her computer, "Garrett has just completed his assigned mission in Madagascar and is on his way back to the Hub for debrief." She replies looking up from her computer. "What do you want done, sir?"

"First off, I want Skye, Barton and Romanoff on a plane to the Academy. Then I want you to debrief Garrett when he arrives at the Hub, after that, I want you to personally oversee his transport to the Fridge."

"Yes sir." The three senior agents reply in sync as I nod.

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Chapter Seven ~ First Day At A New School

"Buckle up and prepare for landing." The intercom shouts.

I rush to the seat and buckled in. This was it, I was at the Academy. I am going to learn to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent, just like my parents. But I must remember my objective — the eradicate Hydra from the midst of S.H.I.E.L.D., to identify the traitors in the Academy and help wherever I can in identifying them in S.H.I.E.L.D. bases. But I will still have fun, of coarse. Maybe even a tad too much fun. I mean, I'm going to be training with the Black Widow and Hawkeye, who just happen to also be my badass parents.

I feel my whole body shake as the plane I am sitting on touches down. I look opposite me and see my mum speaking into her mobile — she looks angry.

"Mum?" I ask cautiously. "What's wrong, why are you angry?" She sighs.

"I'm sure I wasn't the only one that noticed our landing was rough, I'm sure you noticed as well, yes?" I nod my head in answer. "Yes, well I was curious so I called Clint. He said his co-pilot attacked him. That he lost focus causing the disturbance as we landed. I'm just so sick of Hydra being everywhere. Why couldn't they stay dead after Rogers took them down the first time? Why couldn't they be normal people and stop prodding around in others business? Why couldn't they be on the good side, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s side? Why do they have to go and damage everything pure?" Seeing my mother break down before my eyes, it was heartbreaking. I felt something, something I had never felt before. I felt the need and desire to kill every single Hydra agent alive. I felt the strong urge to make them pay for making the mentally and physically strong women sitting opposite me feel that way. I guess that's what love feels like. I take the belt buckling me in off and walk over in front of my mum.

"Hey, mum. It doesn't matter that Hydra is out there, infiltrating S.H.I.E.L.D. because no matter what happens, I'll always support you. You and Dad, of coarse. I will always love you, no matter what. Hydra can't stand in the way of that, they can't ruin something as precious as that because the strength of love — our love — is way stronger than any force they could ever even think of creating."

"You know exactly what to say. I love you Skye, I love you so much. Nothing will stand between me and the love I have for you. I used to believe that love was for children, that it was a weakness, but now I know, love is the strongest strength." Mum smiles and we both stand. Hand in hand, we walk out of the plane.

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The Academy is huge. It is bigger than the Whitehouse and Avengers Tower combined.

"Oh, holy. This place is massive. I am so going to get lost." I say, voicing my thoughts. Mum chuckles, its a beautiful sound.

"Agent Romanoff! Cadet Corvey!" I hear someone calling from behind me. I turn around and see Dad and some tall women with a strong build walk towards me.

"Ah, it's showtime. They don't know your our daughter, you have to pretend not to know us personally. Cover — we picked you up at the Hub because Director Fury thought you might be a good asset to S.H.I.E.L.D. and since Agent Barton and I were on our way here we gave you a lift." Mum said.

Nat extended her hand to the woman.

"Agent Romanoff, how good it is to see you." The woman said.

"And you as well, Headmistress Doone." Nat replied. "Doone, this is Skye Corvey. We picked her up at the Hub when we were on our way here. Director Fury thought the Academy could turn her into a useful asset." I extend my hand to shake the professor's.

"Ah, good, we need a few more communication agents. I'm sure if we train you hard you could become a useful agent, Cadet Corvey." She said to me. I was offended, she didn't think I had what it took to become a field agent.

"Actually, Headmistress Doone, I'm here for both Operations and Communications." I say clenching my teeth.

"Is that so, and what makes you think that I am going to let you into my Academy?" She asks, really beginning to test my patience.

"Oh, you know, just that fact that Director Fury himself has asked, well, more ordered, me to attend S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Operations and Communications Academy." I say, pulling out my entry form with all my details on it as well as the pirate's signature, confirming my acceptance into the school.

"Very well, welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Ops and Admin Academy. But know this Corvey, you step one foot out of line and I will expel you. Is that understood, Cadet?"

"Yes, madam." I mock solute her.

The headmistress turns and walks back towards the campus, with Dad in trail. Mum and I hang back a bit.

"Skye," she says, "first up, I want you to investigate her. We need to know if this Academy is even under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s control. She seems off-putting. At S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, we try to appease the students and make them happy by being happy. Doone has just demonstrated that she doesn't value that. I want to know if we can trust her to stay loyal to S.H.I.E.L.D. or if she is a traitor and needs to be moved to the fridge. And Skye, we can't seem like we know each other here, there are cameras everywhere. If you need to talk to us about something, knock two times on my desk when you enter my classroom. Make sure it is discrete though. I will organise a way to talk." I nod my head in understanding. We walk off, following Doone and Dad… no, Barton, not Dad. They aren't my parents they are my instructors here. I can't pretend like I don't know them if I keep thinking about them as my parents.

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We walk into a hall, I take my seat with the rest of the students, while Romanoff disappears in the crowd. None of the students around me acknowledge my presence. I feel offended but one thought slips into my head that turns my unemotional face into one presenting a smile. That is going to change soon — before the week is out I will be known throughout the whole school. I will make my parents proud, and I will not live down their reputation.

Doone walks up onto the elevated platform at the end of hall.

"Good Evening Cadets. I am Headmistress Michelle Doone and I will be overseeing the tuition of every singe cadet seated in this room. Many of you have been here for a fortnight now, and I know that you will be getting anxious — even curious — to know why none of your classes have begun. I can imagine the urge many of you to-be-scientists and researchers are feeling to use the labs, the desire all you to-be-desk agents are feeling to perhaps hack into something using our advanced technology, and the want you to-be-field agents are feeling to get learning on how to throw a punch and beat the crap out of people for the betterment of society." Doone's voice raids the hall with the assistance of the lectern. "I stand up here this evening for two reasons. The first is to inform you that the last of your instructors have arrived, so therefore S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy will officially commence tomorrow.

The Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. has removed three of our greatest agents from the field to teach in their areas of expertise. He has also requested that two of the best consultants, ones we often associate with with the three said agents, teach here at the Academy in their specialised fields. And to top it off, when a certain consultant and asset is in town, he will assist in the education of his field. Students new and old, you will be the first to be taught by these high-level agents and consultants. It is going to be hard. For students who have been training with us for sometime, what you have been put through already will seem like a piece of pie. Without further ado let me present to you the Avengers." Looking around me, I see the faces of many students demonstrating awe, respect and excitement. "Cadets, Professor Steve Rogers — Captain America." On cue Steve walks up onto the platform. Whistles are heard floating throughout the hall. "Professor Rogers will be working on helping each and every one of his lucky students develop their strength and he will be teaching you the most effective way to box. Do you have any words that you wish to share with those who are to be your students.?" The captain walks up to the lectern and nods his head in thanks to the Headmistress.

"Well," he clears his throat, "where to begin. I guess the start is a good place to begin. When I was a young boy, I was always picked on by the bullies of my school — I was a small boy, a perfect target for them. This led to me wanting to make a difference, to wanting to stop the bullies of the world. I signed up for experimentation. There was this group of scientists including Howard Stark himself, — one of the founders of the original S.H.I.E.L.D. —they were experimenting on willing volunteers, trying to create a formula that enhanced a persons strength, agility, and pain tolerance. Anyway, I'm sure many of you know my life story — the point is, if you are joining S.H.I.E.L.D. because you want to cause pain and damage to others, or because you want to fulfil your own selfish desires, I am giving you this one chance to either change your ways or leave. I look forward to teaching many go you."

"Thank you Professor Rogers." Doone says as Steve walks off the stage and sits down amongst the other instructors. "Cadets, Professor Natasha Romanoff — The Black Widow." I watch as my mum walks up on stage, a huge grin making its way onto my face. "Professor Romanoff will be teaching hand-to-hand combat and espionage, and might I just add, I have never seen, not to mention even heard of, someone who is as talented as Romanoff in these areas. Is there anything you wish to say?"

"There is one thing." She says and walks up to the lectern. "For those who might be looking forward to being taught by the Black Widow herself, I'm going to make you regret ever thinking that. Things are going to be difficult and extremely hard for my students, there are going to be times, I assure you, when you are going to want to just give up, but I urge you to keep going — that is what makes the best agents. Due to this whole scenery being new to me, I have asked a dear friend, who was taking some time off after a traumatising event in the field, to help me with hand-to-hand combat. During her time her she will go by Professor Melinda May — The Cavalry." I watch as Professor Romanoff steps away from the lectern and Professor May steps up onto the platform and makes her way over to the lectern.

"There is only one things I will say, and I suggest you take it as a warning or else fear to end up in medical, never, ever, call me the Cavalry." Her voice is deathly cold.

"Um, thank you Professor May, I think." Doone says as she steps in front of the lectern once more. May and Romanoff take this as their cue to leave the 'stage' and join the other instructors at their table. "As well as assisting Professor Romanoff, Professor May will be taking another class, an elective, in piloting S.H.I.E.L.D. equipment. That class will only be available after second semester commences and then only to the top achieving students that show the right potential. Professor May will be hand-picking these students herself.

"Anyway, moving on to our next Avenger, Professor Clinton Barton — Hawkeye." As per usual, Dad walks onto the platform as his codename is announced. "As I'm sure you can imagine, Professor Barton will be taking classes in archery, but on top of that, he will be taking lessons in gun use. Any words for your students Professor Barton?" I'm not sure what I was expecting Professor Barton to do, but I was half-expecting him to join in with the routine like the others and give a small speech so when he shook his head and walked over to sit next to his partner, I was shocked.

"Okay, well, moving on, I suppose." The headmistress says. "Cadets, so far all of your instructors have been for operations, so lets give our science Cadets some in-site. So, Cadets, Professor Bruce Banner — The Hulk." Around me I hear a few gasps and, from who I can only imagine are the science students, cheers and whistles. Banner walks up and stands next to Doone. "Professor Banner is an all-round brilliant scientist but due to him yet to invent clones of himself or something that can make him be in more than one place at once, he will only be taking his two favourite areas — those being, Biochemistry and Engineering. Is there anything you wish to say Professor Banner?"

"There is so much I wish to say, but if I start I won't stop. Therefore, it is safer for all the brilliant minds in front of me if I don't go on. Do not fret though, because during our first week of lessons, you most likely wont be able to get me to stop talking. I will be happy to answer any questions you might have, and, oh lord, I'm taking again so I'm just going to stop now, turn to my right and walk off this stage and into my seat." Banner says, his humour earning many laughs from the audience.

"Moving on, it is my absolute pleasure to present to you, Professor Tony Stark — Iron Man." I wait for him to appear on the platform next to Doone, but he doesn't show. "Professor Stark, that is your cue to walk up those stairs in front of you and make your way across the stage.

"Is that any way to introduce me, chelley? I would appreciate a proper introduction before I make my grand entrance." A voice calls and I can see Doone visibly give in after a single call.

"It gives me great pride and pleasure to present to you the son of one of the founders of the original S.H.I.E.L.D., Cadets, the one and only billionaire, playboy, _, Professor Tony Stark — Iron Man." This time he shows, strutting across the platform and standing next to Doone. I roll my eyes. "Science Cadets, while Professor Banner will be taking some engineering classes, Professor Stark, here, will be taking the others. I believe I have kept you Communications Cadets waiting long enough. Professor Stark will also be teaching Computer Sciences." Stark moves to stand in front of the lectern but is stopped before he gets there by a hand placed gently on his chest. "Professor Stark, I know you well enough not to let you take the mic. Please take a seat alongside your fellow instructors." Stark pouts, but obeys.

"Now Cadets, it really is my great pleasure to present you with a part-time instructor's-aid. Professor Thor — The Asguardian God." Thor makes his way on stage and they only thing I can think of is what I would do if I got my human hands on him. Oh, holy, he is dreamy. "Professor Thor, when on Earth, has agreed to assist Professor Tanya Rose in teaching S.H.I.E.L.D. Codes and Protocols, 084s, and Asgard history. Any words?" She steps aside.

"Only five. God do I love Midguard." He says, his voice so muscular, before walking off the platform.

"Now that all our new instructors have been introduced, let me get on with the second thing I mentioned. All of S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy's rules, thats right, all of them."

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Chapter Eight ~ Meeting The Acc Team

After returning to my allocated room, I had only one desire, to sleep. It had been a long day, and after having to listen endlessly to the Academy's countless rules, I was bushed. I flop back onto the bed, my head hitting the pillow and within seconds, I was searching for holes in my eyelids. Sleep had arrived.