Hello dear readers, welcome to this new story of mine! Just as an FYI, I will be adding tags as I go along. I only put the main things at first, since I wanted to be sure of all the tags before putting the other ones. Yes, there will be ships, I just need a moment to figure out who will end up with who. Also, this is going to be posted every other Wednesday, to give me time to write and do my own things on the side, since I also have my on-going story Redemption. I hope you enjoy this one, I don't know if it was ever done before, but I thought I would put Skye and Daisy as two different characters, to see how it would look!
Thank you to TheHood13 here on Ao3 for betaing this chapter!
Now, on with the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel

One of them was a blank slate and the other didn't remember she had a sister – a best friend. They were both of Chinese-American descent, both had dark brown hair and eyes, both measured about 5'6". Both looked almost identical, except that one of them had shorter hair – above her shoulders – and the other had long hair – just above her breasts.

Both of them not knowing there were major portions of their lives missing from their memories.

Both ignorant of each other's existence.

Both left with powers and skills beyond their understanding.

7 years ago, she remembered nothing. She had woken up one day with no memory, knowing only that she was with Hydra. She knew that she must have had some kind of training, for there was no other explanation for the deep reservoir of combat skills ingrained in her muscle memory. She also found out that she could do certain things, but couldn't remember when or how she learned them. She didn't even remember her own name… if she had one before Hydra, anyways.

All she could remember was Hydra… but she had this sinking feeling that she was something before she woke up at 14 years old – at least she assumed she was 14. That was what they told her when she woke up.

The Doctor – Whitehall, he called himself – said that the abilities she somehow knew how to control were a gift from him… but she didn't know when she got them, or how. She had to learn more advanced control, but she had muscle memory of the basics, so it didn't take long for her to fully control her powers. She hadn't learned how to use her power in different ways, but Whitehall had her trained to use them in all the ways it could hurt others or defend her and Hydra against whoever attacked them. They performed some tests to see how she was, then Whitehall said she had her own living quarters on the same level as the other field operatives.

When she first became a proper agent – a low level, but still – the higher leveled field agents told her she wouldn't be able to move up the ranks because she was a powered person, and Whitehall's affinity to her wouldn't help. They would often remind her of it during training and during her first missions. However, she always found a way to remind them why she deserved to be there just as much as they did, and not just because their boss had taken a shine to her.

She meditated a lot, as well, feeling the vibrations around her, while tuning out the rest, so she could feel the changes in the vibrations of the air, letting her know if someone came or it was just a relaxing moment for her. At night, she tried to sleep, but she often dreamt of a forgotten time, one that was too far away from her grip. She held on to those dreams until she woke up the next morning, a lone tear falling on her cheek as the emotion around them stayed for a few more minutes, but the dream itself was long gone from her mind. Forgotten from the simple conscious mind, yes, but no memory is truly forgotten from the subconscious mind; that is where dreams live.

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It has been 7 years since she first woke up at Hydra all confused and with no memory of who or what she was. Over the years she became the most powerful operative in Hydra's arsenal, using her vibrational-based powers and assassin/combat training to do what her superior wanted her to do. Eventually, she became Whitehall's head of field operations and security, though she would sometimes do missions herself when they were important to Whitehall or he asked her to take care of it personally so it could stay between them.

When she finally became close to Whitehall's entourage, she quickly learned to hate Bakshi, especially when he treated her like a science experiment and not a full agent like everyone else. The two always argued ] and Whitehall would get them to stop. She didn't know how Whitehall tolerated the insipid man, but he was still around, so she guessed he probably did.

If it were up to her, the brunet man would be as far away from them all as possible, but it wasn't up to her; she served Whitehall only and he said Bakshi was his assistant so he stayed. She would have to tolerate him until she found a way to make his death look like an accident even to a surgeon such as Whitehall.

What was up to her, however – with Whitehall's input, of course – was the security positions around the base and how field missions were operated. She became a very well-trained strategist and multi-talented field operative. She was trained to perform any task from any field position that needed to be substituted, which happened more often than one would think.

Skye didn't remember Hydra. She knew what it was from the history books and stories she'd heard around, but she didn't remember what they did to her. They took away all memory of what they did to her or her training with them. And they also took her sister from her.

Well, she couldn't miss what she didn't remember, right?

They had her for two years and when she woke up, all she could remember was living alone at an orphanage, bouncing from foster home to foster home ever since she was young. No sister, no Hydra, no training of any kind. But there was also this weird 'thing' that had happened. She remembered going through some kind of change… She now had these vibration-based powers that she could control pretty well. The powers themselves weren't the weird part of it – no, they were cool – what was weird was the fact that she couldn't remember the details of her change or when and how she learned to control them. Every time she tried to remember, it all became fuzzy and her head would hurt like hell.

She soon realised that she was overly sensitive to vibrations because of her power. She could tune them out, though, but when it was too much to control, she liked to get out of the city, as far as she could, to surround herself with calming and peaceful vibrations. She was also more sensitive to anger – more around me, from her time in the system – and did everything she could to not make an authority figure get angry at her. That fear had dialed down over the years, but it still set her off when older men got angry, or when someone touched her without her knowing.

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When she was 16 years old, Skye ran away from her current foster home, trying to find her biological parents. It didn't help that they were abusive bastards, but it wasn't the main reason. She used the hacking skills she didn't know she had – it was like she woke up one day and the muscle memory was there in her grasp – to get some intel on hacker groups with similar beliefs on freedom of information as her. In her search, she found a group named the Rising Tide, and decided to get in contact with them. They decided to let her into their group as a small-time hacker, which she was happy about. A few days after she turned 17 – she didn't know her actual birth date, but the nuns had given her one – she hacked herself a bus ticket to a city she knew for a fact housed one of the best hackers in the Rising Tide: Austin, Texas. The brunette girl had admired Miles Lydon's work ever since she joined the group, and wanted to learn more skills than what she already seemed to have.

When she got to the place where he seemed to post the most often from, Miles didn't know who she was, but when she told him a few things they'd talked about over a communication server only the Rising Tide knew about, he invited her to sit with him and join his hack. After barely a few weeks of hanging out – she'd gotten herself a room at a cheap motel, using money she laundered from some rich organization – they'd started to have a close relationship that was developing into more.

She made the mistake of using her powers once in his presence to discreetly deviate a truck that would have crashed in a school nearby. Skye thought that he would have demanded she leave Austin and the Rising Tide and never contact them again, but instead he started asking questions, though most of them she couldn't answer due to her obscure memory.

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After two years of her learning from him and them dating, she told him she wanted to start doing things on her own, like all the others in the group, and find her own city to get based in. He was shocked after hearing the news, but he ended up gifting her with a van that was fully equipped with computers and everything she'd need if she wanted to live in said van. Giving him one last kiss goodbye, Skye then hopped in – using a license she made herself – and drove away to God knows where.

She ended up working out of Los Angeles in California, using the wi-fi in her cafe nearby to work – she'd parked the van in an alley, though she moved sometimes when she needed a break from the vibrations of the city – or she took her laptop to said cafe for a little pick-me-up.

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It was easy to find a needle in a bunch of haystacks if you knew which haystack to search and what area to zone in on. After a while of hacking and searching every government agency, she finally found a document – redacted. She found out it was SHIELD and researched them, how they cleaned up problems like they never happened. She then started to search deeper into SHIELD, thinking she might find the original document, which she never could. When she figured the document must be too high in the clearance levels for her to hack, she decided to read what she could on the document. It was about her when she was dropped off at St. Agnes, but something confused her about the file… there was a mention of a second infant that was brought in with her. She didn't remember a girl her age while she was at the orphanage… She must have been adopted pretty young. Skye thought to herself.

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She spent two years in LA, using her skills to help the Rising Tide and still attempting to find things out about herself… there was nothing more she could find. She also liked to go into SHIELD's servers and cause mayhem before taking what she needed and leaving.

Skye got a ping online about something called Centipede… some research lab it seemed. She used her computer and tracked them down to a place not too far from her current location. Using her shotgun mic and phone, she spied on them to get information on what they did. That was until an explosion occurred in the lab, making everyone around her panic and causing the vibrations to become erratic. What she saw next seemed almost impossible, though in a world like theirs, it could just be. A man in a hoodie had grabbed a female doctor and saved her, jumping down near Skye to place the woman safely on the ground. Of course, she wouldn't be a good hacker and activist – hacktivist, thank you very much – if she hadn't caught all of that with her phone, and she had. The brunette posted the video online, leaving some breadcrumbs for SHIELD to find. She needed an in to their servers from the inside to hopefully find the unredacted file she had on herself. And it would be a plus if they dealt with Centipede at the same time. That way, she could get them to trust her.

"We have a problem," she said, entering Whitehall's office with a tablet in hand.

"What is it?" the man asked, leaning back into his chair.

"The Clairvoyant's pet project Centipede. Or more precisely, one of their patients; Mike Peterson. My agent in the project said that Peterson told the ginger doctor that he was going public. Going out there and using his powers to be a hero."

"What do you plan on doing about it?"

"Me?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him in confusion. "This is a Garrett problem, sir. If anything, what I will do is call him so he can deal with his own mess."

"No. You will conduct surveillance on Mr. Peterson to make sure everything goes well. We do not need everyone to know," Whitehall told her, and his tone meant that there was no space for arguing.

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Now go do something about it." She nodded, and walked out of the office, giving a death glare toward Bakshi as the man entered the office. It was one of the main things that gave her joy, other than the fact that she had the authority to boss around the agents that used to make fun of her for being part alien.

The second the door was closed, she took out her phone and dialed her Centipede agent's number. "Hey, it's me. Do you have ways of locating people with that Centipede serum of yours?" she asked the man on the other line the second he picked up, not letting him speak yet.

"Um… yeah. The doc is working on it right now. Should I tell her the Heads of Hydra are ordering her to hurry?"

"No need. Just send me the location once you have it. I will conduct surveillance myself for Whitehall. He is worried the project is getting out of hand under the doc's leadership."

"You will be on-site yourself, ma'am?"

"That's what I said. Keep up."

"Sorry. I will tell you when we have Peterson's location."

"Please do. I trust that the doctor will have everything handled on her end? I will be there, but only for surveillance, so I will not be attacking."

"Yes, ma'am." Then, the line went dead and she groaned lowly.

"When have I started doing this kind of job again?" she muttered under her breath, placing her phone back in her pocket.

The young brunette went back to her quarters to get herself ready for the mission, as she expected them to find a location soon. Since this was a simple surveillance job, she took out one of her black shirts and pants with a leather jacket. She then went to her tech drawer and unlocked it, knowing she would need comms as well as a recording device.

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Once that was done, she took the tablet that was in her room and requisitioned a quinjet to take her to LA. All she knew was that Peterson was in LA and she needed to leave soon so that she could be there in time.

As she sat in the copilot's seat, she called her agent again. "Yes, ma'am?" the agent asked, having answered after two rings.

"I take it the search for Peterson is still fruitless?" she asked, knowing the answer for her question, but she wanted to hear him say it anyway.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, we are almost there."

"You better be. I'm on my way to LA. Make sure the little doctor picks me up from the airfield when I land so she can brief me on the situation herself while we drive."

"Yes, ma'am. Uh… do you still want me to call when we have a location?"

"Yes. Inform me of it the moment you hear about it."

"Yes. I will do that." He ended the call, and she sighed, placing her phone in her pocket.

Skye had been kidnapped.

Again.

Unwillingly this time.

And by Mike, of all people.

At least she got the audio to Fitz beforehand. So that was good.

She had finally given all she had on Centipede to Coulson, and he just seemed glad that she 'trusted' him. Then she had to get herself kidnapped, again, right after sending agents Fitz and Simmons the audio from the lab.

Mike had her drive him and his son Ace to Union Station, where they would climb on whatever train they could, but not before Skye erased any trace of them on the internet.

Like she once did with herself.

While she erased any data on Mike and Ace Peterson, she managed to hack into SHIELD again to send the team her coordinates, hoping they would get there on time.

Which they did.

But Mike attacked them, angry vibrations buzzing around him.

Mike, however, dragged her and Ace inside the station before the SHIELD agents could retaliate, though she made it hard for him to disappear when she kicked a guy in the groin to instigate a fight between his gang and Mike. That was also when Mike lost sight of Ace for his own protection, and the real fight started.

Ward engaged Mike in a one-on-one fight, which ended with Mike holding the agent in a chokehold.

Skye watched the scene from the crowd, and that was when she sensed them for the first time.

These strangely familiar vibrations, making her tune out what was going on and turn around to try and find where the vibrations came from. She didn't see the figure watching the scene from the shadows, as she tried to find the owner of those vibrations, unaware that the figure was eyeing her while spying on Mike Peterson as well. She only turned her focus back on Ward and Mike when the latter sent Ward into an information panel, breaking the glass as he pushed him on it. He then proceeded to flip Ward off him, making the agent groan in pain.

In the chaos of it all, Skye ran, using the chaos to run off to the second floor, so she could open the doors and escape from there, but Mike leapt up to her. As he went to grab her, a police officer used a shotgun to shoot at him, but Mike dodged, before kicking down the door, grabbing Skye's arm to lead her out. He led her along the balcony and through a door further away, so they were back in the station. Skye stopped and yanked her arm from his grip, but struggled to control the tremors that were begging to be released onto him. "You've got to stop!" Skye yelled, moving so they were face to face. Taking a breath, she internalized the vibrations, knowing that if she directed them into the floor, the building would shake – hard. "These people can help you," she begged, hoping that he would calm down.

"The men in suits?" Mike asked, looking around frantically. His vibrations didn't help Skye calm her speeding heart rate, though. "They're your buddies now? Where did they take my son?!" he yelled, grabbing her again to lead her to the edge of the balcony so he can have a vantage point to find his son. As Skye struggled under his grip, Mike looked for his son on the bottom floor for a few minutes, until there was the sound of a gunshot and glass breaking, forcing Mike to turn around.

Everything happened very fast, and Skye had trouble registering it all, as she tried to control the tremors begging to be let out.

Mike pushed her out of the way as the officer took aim and got ready to shoot, which he did.

Right in the shoulder.

The force of the impact pushed Mike over the balcony, his body plummeting down on the floor below.

Skye looked back at the officer, who turned his attention on her, getting ready to shoot again with the clicking of his shotgun. He took aim right at her and Skye felt her heart pumping hard in her chest.

Before she could form a single thought, her arm was raised at the man and she let her vibrations loose on him with a shockwave. The force of the blast sent him colliding with the bars facing the other side of the station.

Then she felt her before she could even see her.

May, a look of confusion painting her face.

Shit.

Luckily for her, the staring contest didn't last long, as the officer quickly showed signs of getting up. May went to him and punched the man in the head to knock him out.

The older woman then gave her a look that meant they would be talking about it later, and Skye nodded even though she was scared May would tell Coulson about her powers.

This was definitely not something she could get out of.

Once they managed to talk Mike down – meaning Ward shot him in the head with a dendrotoxin designed by FitzSimmons – Coulson took Skye with him as they brought Ace to his aunt's house while his father recuperated. Skye walked back with Coulson as Ace went inside the house after they talked to him a little. The two spoke as they headed to Coulson's car: an old red Corvette.

Skye was shocked at how Coulson seemed to find it normal that Mike almost blew up and they almost died, as if it happened all the time.

They also discussed Centipede, and how it was highly unlikely that they – or whoever sponsored their little experiment – were gone for good. He seemed pretty adamant that they would see them again.

Coulson also brought up his offer of Skye joining the team, which led her to believe that May didn't tell him about her powers. She wasn't exactly a team player, but he countered that they weren't really a team either, as if it wasn't even an argument to begin with. If he just wanted Skye the hacker, then she might consider 'hitching a ride on the crazy plane', as she put it, and not tell him about her powers.

Not yet.

She wanted to stay Skye the hacker and not Skye the freak with vibrational superpowers, after all. However, he was giving her front row seats to the strangest show on Earth, which was actually what she wanted, since it could help her find anything she could about herself and her parents.

Skye tried protesting that he couldn't teach her anything new after she hacked SHIELD from her van, and then the older man's phone rang.

It was Ward, letting him know about something called an… 0-8-4…? Possibly.

What was that?

Apparently, she had 10 minutes to figure out if she really wanted to know.

Though how could they reach the airfield in-

Oh.

The really old car could fly…

Then Coulson had to make a pun about how the 'tide was rising'…

What was she getting herself into…?

This was bad.

This was very, very, bad.

She spent the entire flight back to base thinking about what happened. After Peterson was shot, she called Whitehall to tell him, and he ordered her back as soon as she could...

Crap. This was not her day.

She analyzed what she saw, over and over again, and she was still pissed.

SHIELD had been there, and no one told her to expect them, not even that ginger doctor she didn't like, or that idiot of an agent she sent down to Centipede to keep her posted.

SHIELD had shot Peterson in the head with some kind of sedative. To keep him from exploding. She had felt the vibrations emitted until he was knocked out from her spot on the second floor, and they were loud. And angry.

Speaking of vibrations, she also felt a strangely familiar set of vibrations while she was surveilling Peterson. She spotted the woman matching the vibrations and she was shocked when said woman turned around.

She looked just like her!

Well, minus the long hair and the bubbly smile.

She was confused. The vibrations were so similar to her own, and the woman was so similar to her, it was strange! She guessed she also had the same abilities as her, at how the vibrations behaved around her, and how she pushed the Centipede agent into a wall.

She would have a long conversation with Whitehall about it later. For now, she needed to discuss the details of her recent mission.

She couldn't help but think about it! The girl was almost like a clone of her with long hair!

There were so many possibilities… a clone of her… (unless she was the clone and the girl was the original) though it wouldn't make sense, since Hydra usually killed people that were useless to them… unless she would be useful someday...

She really needed to stop thinking about it...

Once they were set for a few hours on their way to Peru – where the potential 0-8-4 was – May went to find Skye in her bunk and knocked on the door. Skye opened the door and turned from her computer screen to look at the older woman, gesturing for her to sit on the edge of the bed. "We need to talk," May said, though Skye didn't need to ask what they needed to talk about – she already knew.

"Yeah. We can stay here. I checked for bugs already," Skye said, repeating the gesture for May to sit on the bed. May did so, and closed the door behind her, leaning back on the wall.

"When did it happen?" May asked, not needing to explain what she was talking about.

"I remember being 13 but… the rest is fuzzy… there was some kind of stone covering me… then there was an earthquake."

"Do you remember anything else?" May asked, though she wasn't pushing, which Skye appreciated.

"When I try to remember more, I get this killer headache," Skye explained, looking down at her hands. Knowing what would happen if she did this, she tried to remember where she was when it happened. "I think there was this… uh… park? It was…" The pain started as she struggled to remember. "Ugh… it-it was… uh… dark… n-no one was there," Skye said, groaning through the pain as she spoke.

"You don't have to hurt yourself to answer my questions, Skye," May said, leaning forward to touch her on her knee. Skye sighed, as she regained her bearings from the headache. Of all the vibrations around the plane, May's were probably the most soothing to her, and their close proximity made it easier for Skye to tune into them to soothe herself and ignore the roaring vibrations of the engines.

"It's the only way to completely find out how I changed. The fact that the details were blurry was never really a concern, since I never really thought about it – these powers were a part of me and that was that – nothing else. But now I'm not sure… I want to remember… I just… I can't… it's like the memories aren't there at all… like a blank – or blurry – spot from my timeline. There are certain things that I can do. I suddenly had muscle memories of skills… fears… things that weren't there suddenly were… and I didn't remember where I learned them."

"Like what?" May asked, finding she was sympathetic to the youngest member of the team.

"I never had to learn how to hack, I was already good – enough to even let me into the Rising Tide. They did teach me some things but most of what I know is somehow ingrained in my brain. I suddenly got afraid of needles – so much that I might lose control of my powers if I get stuck with a needle. I almost dropped my school down when they gave me the polio shot. When Coulson shot Ward with that needle, I was so close to having a panic attack, that I had to remind myself I could kill everyone around me if I did. I also seemed to have enough control of my powers without even knowing how I did it. It's like my subconscious is keeping my powers under control when my emotions aren't going overboard."

"We'll figure it out, I promise," May said, letting a soft smile paint her face. When an alarm on her phone sounded, Skye jumped slightly. "I have to go back on stick for a few hours. We can talk more later if you want." She opened the door to the bunk and was about to leave when Skye's scared voice stopped her.

"Are you going to tell Coulson?"

"No. Not unless you want me to." And she left Skye alone with her thoughts until Coulson asked her to unpack her van so the tech people could take it to storage.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter! It was fun to write those two's perspectives as different characters.
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Until next time!