They watched Tony as he contemplated how to get up, but then go white. Everyone got worried wondering what could have caused the behavior. "What's up?" Steve asked. Tony shook his head. He needed to talk to them, but he didn't want to wake Skye, as he didn't think that she got much sleep, and needed the rest. He grabbed the pillow placing it between him and Skye, slipping off the couch ungraciously. He would've landed on his ass if it weren't for Clint steadying him. He smiled his thanks then nodded at the door, turning and leaving himself. The group looked at Skye once more before leaving as well. They needed to talk to Tony and figure out what's going on.

Tony was lost in thought, thinking about everything. For once he actually had a good night's sleep, with no nightmares or anything. He didn't even need his morning cup of coffee. When the team entered the kitchen they found Tony sitting by the large island table that separated the kitchen from the living room.

He was just staring at nothing. The group surrounded the table, "Tony?" Steve asked gathering the man's attention. "What's going on?" he then asked. Tony sighed, stood up, and went to his coffee machine, 'looks like I'm going to need the caffeine after all' he thought to himself. He placed extra mugs on the island counter, brought the pot with coffee over saying, "I think we are going to need something a lot stronger than this". Tony took his seat once more, not getting alcohol. He had a kid to think about. "Okay, what the hell Tony," Clint asked getting agitated. What could be going on that Tony would pale and go cold or say they need alcohol.

Tony sighed but then started, "Last night, or rather very early this morning, Skye came knocking on my door. She wanted to sit in my workshop while I worked. I asked her if she had a nightmare and she said yes..." Nat cut him off. "Tony we already know the kid gets nightmares. Fury said so." Tony took a gulp of his coffee and then proceeded, ignoring the interruption. "I asked her if she wanted to talk, but..." this time Steve interrupted him, "Fury said not to ask". Tony nodded his head refilling his cup. He was going to have nightmares about this. Just add it to the list. He dragged his hand through his hair; 'I need a shower' he thought to himself, and then went on, "instead of talking, she asked me if I had nightmares. I told her I did and she asked me about them. So I told her about mine." Everyone was very surprised. He opened up to a kid he hadn't even known a day. "...anyway, it got her talking and well she told me about her nightmares" Tony sighed standing up walking into the kitchen placing his mug in the sink. He placed his hand on the counter and leaned on them shaking his head. How were they supposed to help Skye through this? "Tony what are they about?" Clint asked getting very worried, imagining the worst. "She saw what happened" Tony started turning around, leaning with his back against the counter instead. Everyone looked at him confused. "The Brody's murder" he clarified only to have everyone in the room go still. That was worse than Clint could have thought in some way. "How? Fury said she was sleeping?" Steve finally asked breaking the silence. Tony shook his head. "She wasn't. She wanted to sneak some water from the kitchen. Got to the top of the stairs just in time to see the other kids get killed. She watched as they were tortured and then killed. She hid in the bed in the basement, because she heard what they were saying. She knew they were after her. She pretended to be sleeping when she heard footsteps, turns out it was Fury." Tony finished. He turned around to rinse his cup out. He definitely needed something stronger but settled on taking his seat once more and refilling his cup with coffee. The silence in the room was deafening.

Steve spoke up after a few minutes, "I think this would be a good time to bring up her other behavior as well". Everyone nodded. "Yeah she keeps stiffening and freezing when I touch her, and yesterday when Pepper touched her shoulder it gave her a panic attack," Clint said. "It's not just you. When I went to place my hand on her shoulder, she flinched away. It's like she thinks we're going to hit her or something," Steve added. Clint sighed; "I was afraid of this" he whispered but was heard nonetheless. "What you talking about Barton." "Foster homes..." he started saying, "Some of them are not that great. Most of them are abusive and others, well more than abusive, especially toward girls." he sighed letting the info sink in. "You don't mean...?" Tony trailed of horrified at the implication. "I hope to god not, but it wouldn't be the first time, and it looks like she got all the worst ones," Clint answered.

Bruce cleared his throat, "we also need to discuss her food situation." Bruce said changing the subject, "I mean Coulson was having her drink juices and by the sound of it, stuffing her with high-calorie foods and that was 6 months ago. I presume it's worse now." Everyone nodded. "I agree..." Steve started saying, "she is way too skinny" Bruce nodded fidgeting with his glasses. Clint touched his necklace. He was going to protect this girl with everything he had. Bruce spoke up again, "I think a lot of juice, fruits, and vegetables will help stabilize her most likely deficiencies in vitamins and minerals, also high-calorie foods. We need to get her to put on some weight. Yesterday she was freezing in a room that wasn't that cold because her body..." the rest was cut off by a scream coming from down the hall. Tony was up and running towards Skye in a second, Clint right behind him and the rest following at a slower pace. 2 was more than enough to deal with the situation, they didn't want to cram her either.