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So, in this chapter, Skye is basically being a lucky badass.

Skye had a hood over her head, blocking her sight. Her wrists were bound, and she was squeezed in the middle seat, between two large men. One of them was the man with the metal hand. She could tell because her arm was cold, touching his metal one. The eerie silence in the car had been present since they forced Skye into it. The men weren't talking with each other and didn't have the radio on either. It was weird, even considering they we're killers and kidnappers.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked, trying to keep her voice icy, but utterly failing. Her voice shook slightly, even with her trying to conceal her fear. She hadn't even realised she was shaking until she had tried speaking. The men had probably noticed.

"Quiet." A man said. It wasn't the one with the metal arm, he had yet to speak. It was the one who spoke earlier, she recognized his voice. She swallowed, trying to calm herself. Why had they taken her? Was this because of her dad? But no one knew about him being her dad, so how was that possible?

She had tried to be smart, count the time and remember all the turns, but her lack of vision had her utterly confused, and the fear didn't help either. In other words, she had forgot it all after two turns. After what had to have been 20 minutes, at least she though so, the car came to a stop.

She heard shuffling before the sound of several doors opening. The guy on her left, the one who didn't have the metal arm, took hold of her hand, and dragged her towards the door of the van. Skye wasn't going to make it that easy, laying down on her back and putting her legs on what has t be each side of the door, buckling against it, refusing to get out of the car.

The man got her out anyway, but not without making a real effort, making Skye somewhat pleased with herself. He made a few loud grunts, someone else huffing, probably at him, before she hears several footsteps heading away from her.

"Why are you being so stubborn? You can't win." The man who dragged her out stated angrily, gripping her shoulders hard.

Skye curls her lip and swings her head up and to the side, successfully headbutting him. Even with all the odds against her, she hits perfectly, making the guy groan and let go off her hands. She uses the freedom to bring both her hands up, quickly lifting the hood off her head.

The bright light stings her eyes, making her squint at her surroundings. They stood in front of a large warehouse, the other men had walked about 50 meters closer to it, just now turning around at the cussing from the man she headbutted. He grabs at her, but she knees him in the balls as defence. He crouched slightly, but bit in the pain, and swung his body hard into her side, making her fall to the ground. As he stands above her, she slowly raised her hands above her head, pretending to give up. The guy gave her a smug look, but before he knows it, she swung her legs against his, making him fall to the ground. She rolls away just in time to not be crushed by his falling body, and quickly gets up, just like she did with Rumlow barely a week before.

The rest are now running at her, but instead of acting in a panic, she acts cool calculating.

She turns around, almost diving into the car, throwing the door shut and locking the doors almost at the exact moment the rest got to the car, banging on the windows. She found the keys sitting in the cupholder, and started up the engine, stupid assholes.

The man with the metal arm hit the window where she's sitting, making a decent dent, but before any of them can do anything about it, Skye's driving away. Luckily the car wasn't a stick shift, Skye would probably have had difficulty using a gear with her bound hands, but they're perfectly good to just hold the steering wheel.

Skye keeps checking the rear-view mirror, slightly in shock of what she just did. It was incredible it had even worked. She hadn't really planned for it at all, just using the opportunities she had gotten in the moment.

"What the fuck." She whispered to herself. "I'm a badass."

Skye had to have set a new speed record, driving to her location in half the time it would normally take. She ran several red lights, forcing several people to take abrupt stops, but luckily no one hit her, in spite of her reckless driving.

She stopped right in front of the entrance, thinking she might as well add illegal parking to her recent offences. A lot of startled pedestrians sent her disbelieving looks. Skye tried to get the bonds of her hands, but after failing a couple of times she gave up. She looked through the glove compartment, pleased to find a gun.

She took a deep breath, putting the gun in the lining of her jeans, the length of her plaid shirt hiding it, and then she exited the car.

She entered through the front door of the Triskellion, feeling confused and angry. The eyes of the two guards checking everyone's ID's turned wide as their gaze settled on her. The pair exchanged a look before one came calmly towards her, painfully obviously trying to look friendly.

"Miss, are you okay? Do you need any help?" He said, calmly, raising his hands in a non-threating matter, and reaching out a hand for her. His movement made Skye panic, pulling her gun on him.

"Don't touch me!" She shouted, aiming the gun at him. She heard someone walking towards her back, so she turned around aiming the gun at the person, who was probably an agent looking for a 'hero moment'.

"Back off!" Skye shouts, before looking back at the first agent. "I need to talk to Fury!"

Yes I'm leaving you at a cliffhnger for the second time in a row. Although this one isn't as bad as the previous one, at least I think so? Anyways, as always thanks so much for reading!

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