Just days ago Skye was eating Twizzlers on a quinjet with Coulson. Now she is stuck in a cabin, unable to control the buzzing feelings beneath her skin. Sure, that man Gordon had shown up to give her some advice, and while it had helped, she still felt out of control. He told her he would return, but she just wanted to get back to Jemma. They'd call on a regular basis, and just talk, but Skye wanted to be able to hold her. She still wasn't entirely sure of her feelings, nor if Jemma felt the same way, but all she knew was that she loved Jemma, whether as a sister, a girlfriend, or just a plain friend.
Tonight as she was sitting on the couch playing solitaire, her thoughts were entirely surrounding the biochemist. This made it an especially brutal surprise when she heard the rapping of knuckles on the lone door of the cabin. Skye was told that she would be notified before anyone showed up at the cabin, and as far as she knew, she had not been notified. Her heart racing, she grabbed her emergency gun, turning off the safety. As she made her way to the computer on the desk, the knocking grew into a crescendo. She craned her neck to peer out the window, and jumped backwards in spite of herself. Three men dressed in what she recognized as Hydra uniforms awaited her outside. Skye quickly clicked through the programs on the computer, and began to type an SOS message to her SHIELD team.
One man reached into his pack, pulling out what looked like a small metal device. Throwing it down onto the floor of the porch, he and the other two men ducked away as he pushed the button. Before she had a chance to send the full message, Skye jumped under the desk as the door was blown off its hinges, slamming into the wood floor of the cabin with a crash.
Her emotions getting the better of her, she started to quake the cabin to the point that the men were having to grab onto the walls for support. Skye crawled her way out from under the desk, cursing as her gun fell apart from her quakes. Before she had a chance to gather her bearings, she felt strong hands grabbing her shoulder and lifting her off the ground. She looked to see a huge, beefy man holding her. Kicking at him, he grunted when she landed a sharp kick to his gut. It didn't appear to phase him too much, though, because he was handed a rag from one of the fellow guards and held it up to Skye's face, covering her nose and mouth. Skye was aware of what he was trying to do, and held her breath, struggling for as long as she could. Soon the hunger for oxygen won, and she slumped against the guard, feeling the effects of the Chloroform.
When Skye awoke, the first thing she noticed was the deep nausea she was feeling. Her sore wrists were bound on her lap and she felt herself in the familiar position of being strapped in a quinjet seat. She hoped she was safe in a SHIELD jet, but as her memories started to come back to her, she realized she was most definitely not that lucky. Her eyelids felt much too heavy, but as she opened them in slits, she found herself among the intruders from her cabin as well as more guards and none other than Daniel Whitehall. Groaning, in part from the drugs and in part from frustration, Skye shifted her weight on the seat, trying to prevent herself from vomiting onto the floor.
"Ah, you're awake," Whitehall exclaimed with a smug smile, leaning forward on his seat to get a closer look at his new prisoner.
Skye groaned again, feeling weak and sick. "I thought you died," she mumbled, closing her eyes from the pain.
He chuckled maniacally, leaning back and crossing his legs. "Your fathers were too busy dog-fighting and let me escape."
"Alright, I'll humor you, old man; what do you want with me?" She sighed, opening her eyes to look at the man who ruined her family.
"What do I want from you? No sweetheart, it's what do I need from you," he said while tapping a hand on her knee. "You see, what I want to do with you is what I did with your mother. Just imagine, the man with two powers!" He gave her the widest serial-killer smile she'd ever seen, and Skye was left wishing the Chloroform had gone ahead and killed her.
The drugs must have messed up her perception of time, because before she could even comprehend it, she felt the jet landing. When the ramp lowered, she was hit with a blast of icy wind. As Skye was yanked up from her spot on the jet and carried off, she didn't bother fighting them because she knew it was useless. Skye was in for the long while and needed to save her energy.