Skye's hands worked quickly and efficiently, shining the freshly cooled metal and attaching it to the handle. Fastening the last shards of the Mind Stone into it, she then sewed on the leather grip to finish it out. She flipped it once in the air, and turned it over and over again in her palm.
"Now soldier." He instructed. "You'll need the blood of another person similar to yourself to make it yours. Go use that of the experiment over there."
The weapon trembled in her hand now, and she hesitated.
"Go on, soldier." He pushed
Skye walked over to the body, and stood over it for a few moments. She pressed her hand to their forehead, trying to read them.
Nothing.
"Now soldier!" He barked.
Skye hit her knees, trembling. She couldn't bring herself to do it. She refused.
She lifted her tear stained face up, realizing what had happened. She made a decision of her own.
She had her mind back.
The instructor shook his head in disgrace.
"If only you could let go of others soldier." He ripped the dagger from her clutches and crouched down beside her, whispering into her ear. "It's mine now."
"You care too much."
Skye looked around at all the concerned faces staring at her in the compound living room.
The team had been riddling her all morning about the previous mission, the man, and the dagger.
"Why did you make it?" Tony pried. "And when did you make it?"
"How did it temporarily take your powers like that?" Bruce added.
The questions came just like a flood from everyone, echoing over and over.
"Enough!" Skye shouted back. She hung her head and tears faintly trickled down her cheek. "I'll fix this."
She turned to leave and grabbed her bag, footsteps breaking the tense silence as she walked out the door.
And she didn't even look back.
Skye listened to the crash of the waves and swung her legs back and forth below the dock. She slurped her iced coffee, marveling at the sun painting the sky streaks of red, orange, and pink.
The wind whispered through the reeds and shrubs; it held the scent of saltwater.
This was her happy place.
"So you like the beach huh." Bucky called as he sat beside her.
Skye tucked a strand of her brown hair behind her ear. "My parents took me here all the time when I was little. Even before they left me for the first time on their cruise."
She gave a mournful laugh. "Then they never came back."
"The Avengers were starting to feel like my family, you know. Now nobody trusts me."
"That's not true." Bucky reassured her. "Wanda trusts you, Peter trusts you."
"I trust you."
"I made the dagger under mind control. I didn't choose to make it." Skye admitted.
"I regret making it."
"I did things brainwashed I regret more than anyone knows." Bucky sighed.
"But you can start making amends."
"God, I sound like my therapist."
They both laughed, and Skye wiped tears from her eyes.
"Thank you."
Skye stormed back into the compound room; no one had moved since she made her exit.
"I'm gonna take that dagger back, no matter what it costs."
Wanda stood up. "And everyone in this room is going to be behind you to do just that."
Authors Note:
I had lots of fun writing this chapter, and hopefully you'll like it as much as I do! Once again, thanks to Demigod-Daughter-of-Hermes for the suggestion used in this chapter! If there are any other suggestions please let me know! Hope yall have a great day!