Skye can't remember how long she has been sitting in the cafe. It feels like only a few hours ago but at her stomach's insistent grumbling, she knows it's probably far more than that. It's almost night now, lucky for her there's only one diner in town. As she slides out of her chair, she pauses at the sight of the girl's monitor right beside her. Skye makes a habit of not snooping into other people's monitors (when they're sitting right beside her) but the girl is doing such a haphazard hack into the DMV that Skye fears that the government find her through the girl. Let it be known that Skye is always willing to help (with her best interests in sight).

"You're gonna get us caught-" she hisses, reaching over the girl and cleaning up the hack as well as implanting the fake ID that the girl was trying to accomplish. The girl would make a decent hacker when in leisure but when the push comes to shove, she's clearly terrible. Some people just didn't do that well under pressure.

Skye doesn't stick around, she doesn't want the government bodies finding her. The internet is buzzing with the strange hammer in the desert and she doesn't want to be this close to it. Grabbing a takeaway, she hurries to her van and drives off and makes sure every trace of her being in the town is deleted.

Darcy pounded her head on the table. "Darcy?" Erik frowns at her. "Something wrong?"

"I met my soulmate but she doesn't know that I'm her soulmate." She bangs her head another time for good measure. "My lack of brain to mouth filter decided to freeze at the most crucial moment." She waves her arms around with exaggerated motions. "This is such a tragedy!

"Jaaaannnniiiee!" She bear hugs the moping Jane. "My soulmate doesn't know I exist!"

Jane takes a swig of the warm beer. "My soulmate abandoned me-"

Darcy scoffs and glances towards the night sky. "He said he'll be back. Mine doesn't even know I'm her soulmate!" She sees the black vans drives up and smacks Jane on the arm. "The Ipod thieves are back!"

"Ms Lewis." The man dressed in a suit that probably cost more than what Darcy earned in a whole year (considering she earns nothing as an intern).

"Ipod thief boss-man." Darcy nods stiffly.

He sighs. "It's Agent Coulson. Any chance you'd stop calling me that?"

"No-" She stops in mid-thought, a sly smile forming. "Actually there is."

"I am going to regret asking, aren't I?" He pinches his nose bridge.

"Maybe… I met my soulmate in the net cafe. Any chance you can pull up anything on her?"

Favours wise, it's not the worst thing she could have asked and he obliges even though he doesn't need to. What surprises the Shield team that was asked to trace the girl was that she absolutely didn't exist. No ID, no driving license, no files, not even a picture through any security feed in town or anywhere for the next hundred miles. Darcy had gotten the same result and had presumed that she wasn't good enough.

"My soulmate is a better hacker than your team," Darcy says with a smug smile.

Skye is still in the communal room, nursing a mug of hot chocolate. It had been a tough two weeks. With the disappearance of Simmons and the attack of the inhumans on the ship, she's found herself viewed with suspicion and distrust. Unable to take it any longer, she accepts Coulson's new project and lands up temporarily staying in the Avenger's tower while she is scouting for a secret base location for her new merry band of super-powered black ops.

"What's with the screaming?" She asks Steve.

"Thor's just returned." The screaming is punctuated by a loud slap, then a series of loud slaps.

"Soulmates." Skye mutters.

Steve raises an eyebrow at her statement. "Haven't met your soulmate have you?"

"No and thank god for that. Can you imagine anyone who is able to put up with my more secret than secret Avenger and Shield missions?"

He grins. "Have you met mine?" It's no secret that Steve's soulmate is Natasha. Frankly, Skye thinks that it'd be totally awesome and terrifying to have Natasha as a soulmate.

A dark haired girl bursts into the communal room. "Sorry guys! I was playing mediator then they started making out and it became totally awkward." Skye freezes upon hearing those words. For the longest time, she wondered what kind of place it'd be to have people making out in the middle of the room. Perhaps a party? Then her brain jumpstarts. That girl just spoke her soulmark words.

"Darcy, want a hot chocolate? Skye makes great hot chocolate."

"Oooh! I want some!" She slides opposite them. "Skye right? You look kinda familiar. Oh my god! You're that girl."

Steve glances between the both of them hesitantly. Before Darcy or Steve can get another word out, Skye bounds down the hallway and disappears round the corner.

For the next few hours, Skye avoids Darcy and Steve like a plague. Her army grows to include Bucky, Sam and Wanda and Skye takes to hiding in the vent to avoid being found.

"Skye-?" Clint hisses. "What are you doing here?"

Skye is impressed how she managed to hastily turn around and clap his mouth all without making a single squeak. 'I'm hiding,' she signs. One of her foster families had a deaf child, so she was taught how to sign.

'From them, I'm assuming-' he eyebrows at the prowling people beneath them. 'Why though?'

'Apparently, Darcy's my soulmate.'

He frowns then beams widely. 'You're the girl from the net cafe! You're Coulson's star hacker! I bet Coulson never made the connection. He's going to die laughing.' If anything, Skye thought that Clint was going to die laughing and then she was going to have to sit in the vents with a rotting body. 'So what do you plan to do?' he signs excitedly.

'I was planning to grab my things and get out of here.' She motions at the people below, outside the vent. 'But as you can see, they're freaking guarding my things!'

'Then there's only one other way.' He smirks. Skye doesn't see it, but if anyone could get her out of this, she would bet it on Clint. Instead he pushes her out of the vent and into Bucky's arms.

"Traitor!" He only laughs in response.

"So why are you hiding from me?" Darcy folds her arms over her very impressive boobs. Skye is not jealous over them.

She hasn't felt this guilty since the time she broke the vase in the orphanage so instead of making - or rather attempting, considering Bucky and Steve hanging right beside the only door and Clint guarding the vent - another escape, she replies, "I have super secret missions that I can't tell anyone about them, half of Shield hates me, the other half fears me and that's not something anyone should need to bear."

Her fingers trace Skye's jaw and lips, her breath stutters. Her lips are softer and sweeter than Skye ever imagine a kiss could be, like something explodes in her. Their lips meld together like they're made for each other.

"We're good? Or do I need to kiss you again?" Darcy says later when they finally part.

"I could always use another kiss."