A/n: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! Who else watched last nights jaw dropping episode?! I refuse to believe Grant is evil. No way in hell. Coulson planted him like a seed in HYDRA. I just know it! Okay enough of me, heres the next chapter.

No Beta. All mistakes are mine. :)

The Bus.

In route to New York.

2hours after Skye's 'fainting.'

"Do you think this is a good idea?" Jemma gazed up at May from her current position at the end of the sofa.

"Coulson's had better ones." May stood behind the sofa, glancing down at Skye as she laid on the couch with her head in Jemma's lap.

"I didn't ask 'If he thought it was a good idea', I asked you." Jemma said sternly. May had her arms crossed and a dull expression on her face.

"Honestly," May let out a breath as she stared down the young agent, "yes. I think whatever is going on, Stark and Dr. Foster can figure it out." Jemma knotted her eyebrows together. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but then Ward came back into the living area; holding a bottle of water and new wet wash rag.

"Here. I thought this could help a little." He handed Jemma the rag and May the bottle of water. She arched an eyebrow at him and he nodded his head. Jemma placed the cool cloth on Skye's forehead and continued to stroke her hair. May could tell Ward looked worried as he took a seat on the other end, gently placing Skye's feet in his lap. May couldn't help but smirk at the tenderness he showed to the young woman.

May uncapped the bottle and let the coolness of the water refresh her parched throat. As she recapped the bottle, Coulson came up the stairs and into the common area. His suit jacket was discarded hours ago when Wanda and Skye went flying. May felt a pang of jealously when he had draped Wanda with his coat, but May pushed it aside. She was too worried over Skye that she tried not to let it bug her.

"How's Maximoff?" She could hear the bitterness in her own tone of voice and flinched at little. Coulson cut his eyes at her quickly before turning his gaze towards Skye's resting form.

"She's fine. Has a bump on her head from the wall, but she's fine. What about Skye?" Coulson asked as he sat on top of the coffee table and slowly rubbed her cheek.

"I don't know, sir. Her blood work is excellent, but as far as I can tell, she's alright." Smiled Jemma as she looked up at her boss.

"Good. May how long till New York?" He directed his gaze towards her.

"Another two hours, if not three. There's a storm brewing on the coast of Valencia that's heading towards Barcelona." Coulson let out a frustrated sigh.

"I think it would be best if we landed in Nice. We need to refuel and I think it would be best if we waited out the storm." May gave him a glare as if she dared him to challenge her but he didn't.

"Very well. I'll make some calls and try to get us a hotel for the night." May nodded her head as she headed towards the cockpit to change course. Coulson rubbed his forehead in frustration and let out another sigh.

BANG!

Ward jump up off the couch, almost knocking both Jemma and Skye off. Jemma let out a yelp and Coulson also jumped to his feet.

"Ward?! What the bloody hell?!" yelled Jemma as she glared at the other agent. They heard hurried foot steps on the stairs and Grant drawled his weapon. Fitz, jumped when he came face to face with an I.C.E.R. and the rest of the team. They all let out a sigh of relief and Fitz clutched a hand to his chest, trying to catch his breath.

"What the hell Fitz?! I almost shot you." Grant put his weapon away and looked at the young man. Fitz rolled his eyes as he looked towards Coulson.

"Sir, we got a problem." Jemma's head shot up as she looked at her other half.

"What do you mean?" Ask Coulson with a unfazed look.

"Well, Wanda is awake and she's destroying the lab." Ward closed his eyes and shook his head. Coulson mimicked Ward and then looked back at Fitz with a sigh.

"I'll go get May." As if this night can't get any worse.

Vienna, Austria.

As if Lucrezia's heart couldn't break anymore. Her lovely nephew, dead at such a young age. Several of her good friends, gone also. The child she wanted but could never had, stolen from her. And now her mother, dead from using magic. Lucrezia knew the price when someone with out magical abilities used certain spells. Her own mother fell victim to it. Lucrezia and Karnilla tried to warn her over and over again, but her mother was determined to cast the spell. She never knew what the spell was, but it had to be powerful if it ended her life.

Everyone was in mourning. Everyone wore black and dark colors. She wore purple. She was truly heartbroken that her mother die, but at the same time she felt free. Free to leave Midgard if she wanted to. Free to marry who she wanted and certainly free to die. Her sister's were more heartbroken than she was but she could care less. She lived a good few hundred years on the realm, and wished to escape it.

While everyone attended her mother's burial, she attended her own. She could finally bury all this heartbreak behind her. She was packing her bags when Roxanne caught her. She glanced up at the younger woman for a spilt second, then proceeded to finish packing. She heard the young girl run off, crying in the distance, knowing she wouldn't be leaving with Lucrezia.

Roxanne feared Lucrezia's sisters more than she feared death. She knew the minute they realized Lucrezia left and didn't take her, that she would be done for. They always pity her because she was the bastard child of a god. A child that wasn't wanted by her mother nor father. A child that was created out of a hate/love relationship. Lucrezia was the only one who showed kindness towards her. Lucrezia was the only one who cared for her and now she's abandoning her. Just like her mother. Just like her father. Roxanne was once again unwanted.

She sat on the bottom of the stairs, waiting for Lucrezia to come down. When she finally did she walked right past Roxanne and to the door. She paused and turned to face her, suitcases in both hands and a bag hanging off her right shoulder. Her eyes bore anguish and sadness in them. She smiled lightly, tears in the corner of her eyes.

"I'm sorry. Be a good girl, Roxie." She then turned, headed out the door and towards the waiting cab. Roxanne wrapped her arms around her middle, screaming and crying loudly that the neighbors probably heard her. Roxanne couldn't bare the pain of the abandonment she felt. She curled up on the stairs, crying till she couldn't cry no more; screaming till she had no voice. Sleep slowly came to her hours later as did the sun setting in the east.

Providence, Rhode Island.

"Amora, how much farther." The temperatures were dropping quicker than Lorelei expected and she was even colder. They managed to steal some clothes and a car sometime around the early hours of the day. The driver was a nice man, not Lorelei's type but still. Her sister asked her to persuade the man and she did. She has learned in the past to never disobey her sister's orders.

"Quit whining, Lorelei." Lorelei rolled her eyes as she sunk deeper into the back seat.

"Where are we going anyways?" Amora rolled her eyes and looked up at her sister through the rear view mirror. Amora had a chipper look to her and Lorelei could see the twinkle in her sister's emerald eyes.

"New York of course! That's where she's be."

"Are you sure?" Amora turned, giving her sister a dark intense look.

"Yes. Now no more questions." She turned back around in her seat before looking back at Lorelei.

"And tell your puppet to go faster!" Lorelei couldn't wait to go back to Asgard.

London.

Disclosed S.H.I.E.L.D. Location.

"Yes, sir. I understand, sir. You too." Maria slammed the phone back down in its place and leaned back in the chair. Her office door swung open to reveal Agent Sharon Carter and Agent Felix Blake.

"Well, don't you look a sight for sore eyes." Maria rolled her eyes and glared at the middle aged man.

"Can it, Blake." Sharon smirked as she stepped closer to take a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk. Blake followed her lead but stopped short when Sharon placed her feet in his seat.

"Really?" It was Maria's turn to smirk when she saw the agent give up and storm off. Once they were alone, Sharon turned her attention back to Maria.

"Well, how'd it go?" Maria glared at her and let out a sigh.

"That bad huh?" Maria nodded her head lightly.

"Yeah. That bad." Sharon let out a sigh, crossing her fingers together and placing them in her lap.

"So what now?"

"Plan B." Sharon quirk an eyebrow at Maria.

"Which is?"

"You go in my place." Sharon gave Maria an 'are-you-serious?' look and Maria returned her own.

"Last time Wanda saw me, it was because I was placing her in a cell for mental instability." Maria gave Sharon an amused look. "And she punched me!"

"Thank God she didn't do more than just punch you." Sharon threw her hands in the air and stood from her seat.

"You're crazy! You know that right?" Maria leaned further back into her chair.

"So I've been told." Sharon let out a huff and stomped towards the door.

"You know this won't end well, right?"

"I'm hoping it will." Sharon rolled her eyes and slammed the door behind her. The force caused on of Maria's pictures to fall of and shattered. Maria let out a sigh and stood to clean up the mess.

"That was my favorite picture."

And bam! Another amazing chapter. So, I'm having trouble deciding what chapter I should put up next and I need a vote.

Should I...

A) do another flashback? If so, what do you want me to explore more into for you?

B) reveal who Skye's parents are?

C) explain Wanda's connection to everybody?

D) add a nothing but a pure SkyeWard fluffy chapter?

E) none of the above, and you tell me what you want to see.