A/N: AGAIN, THIS IS RATED FULL ON T NOW.

I don't know when or not to trigger warn and stuff, but this will mention death, describe death and panic attacks. Not super detailed or anything which is why I won't count it as M, but I am saying it again, this is kind of heavy. We are touching things like grief, paranoia, and other negative feelings. They all recover but I just want to say this, and I will say this over and over.

Anyways, until next time, make it a great week, and hopefully, I'll not spend weeks updating…

(I am struggling with this one. Like I know what I want but it's hard. Idk. And I promised one to try to finish one chappi today. Not going great…)

S-B

"Nat. Natasha, sweetheart. Please look at me." Skye watched in horror as Laura got pulled down when Natasha forcefully dragged her to the floor shaking uncontrollably. The woman was up against the kitchen counter, squeezing closer to one of the corners with her legs up. Her body twisted inhuman like as she moved her neck and head as someone is trying to pierce her neck. She whimpered again bringing her arms in front of her to shield her off with her eyes wildly moving around.

"Nat. Look at me." Laura tried again as Natasha continued to shiver backing up even more from Laura. Her eyes were filled with tears and her hands were shaking so much it looked like she had lost control over them.

"No. No, not again. Please no." Natasha looked down on her shaking hands as if she is trying to force them to stop with her mind. She threw herself around with heart-wrenching scream almost falling right into Laura in the process.

Skye almost dropped herself as Natasha screamed in agony when her whole hand got cut by the glass shattered on the floor. Not even sure she was aware it was there Skye watched in horror when Natasha grabbed it with her bare hands throwing the shard at the wall.

"Please don't. I can't. Please. Please." The woman slid down against the counter down on the floor falling together with a small cry. Skye could only make out a ball as the woman curled up covering her head in her shaking arms gasping loudly. She could see the ball shake and Laura trying to reach out for her without hurting herself on the glass.

"STOP" Natasha screamed as Laura grabbed her arms trying to violently get away from Laura's grip.

Skye's stomach twisted as Natasha tried to rip her arm out of Laura's and Laura fighting her back to get her to look at her again.

"I can't tell! Laura please." Natasha sobbed as she sat up hitting her head into an edge making her cry out again. She was completely out of it and Skye had never seen anything like it before. It looked like somebody was controlling her from a distance and all Natasha could to was trying to fight it with no success.

"It's okay. Natasha, look at me. It's me. Only me. You're in the kitchen." Laura crawled over to her wrapping her own hands over Natasha's, stabilizing the shivering woman.

"You're home. And it's only me, Bobbi and Skye here. Nobody else. It's exactly how you remember it" Laura whispered dragging her into a hug letting the woman hide in her hair. "Nothing else. Trust me, trust yourself." Laura continued slowly holding around Natasha's hands to make sure she doesn't try to hurt herself.

"Good girl." Laura praised softly.

Skye just now realized she was shaking herself, with her own pair of protective arms on her shoulder. She looked up to meet Bobbi's two red eyes. She could feel her shiver too, but it was almost unnoticeable and unlike Skye, she seemed to control herself well enough to wrap her arms around her to keep her on her feet.

"Bobbi, Skye, please… please get a blanket and a pillow. And a small face cloth dunked in some cold water, it's one by the kitchen towel." Laura turned around towards them still wrapped around Natasha.

"Now. She is going to faint if she doesn't calm down by the next two minutes, so I need you to move." Laura shot in. Skye registered the sentence, but no part of her body was moving or willing to listen to Laura as Natasha twisted in the woman's arms, again arching her back and yelping.

"NOW!" Skye felt a hard push in her back making her stumble as Bobbi shoved her. She could barely think as she grabbed the closest blanket she could find and a random pillow from the couch.

By the time she had collected herself enough to finish her task, Bobbi was already down beside Laura handing her the towel with a concerned look.

"Natasha you need to breathe. You are killing your airways by doing that. Now I need you to lean back." Laura tried slowly pushing Natasha way from her. Natasha only gasped again hugging her stomach whimpering as she continued to hyperventilate.

"Natasha it's okay. It's Bobbi and Skye." Laura pushed her again with a bit more force and Skye met the redhead's eyes for the first time. Only for a second, but it was long enough to see how much she was struggling, how much she was hurting.

"Oh sweetheart, I know." Natasha's eyes were filled with pain as she arched again as Laura slowly wrapped her in a blanket.

"Lay down Nat. Breath for me. It's okay." Laura continued pushing her down on the pillow stretching her legs to make sure she didn't curl up in any way.

She was shaking but her breath seemed to be evening out. Still, she seemed to be struggling and Skye was getting sicker and sicker watching her.

"Good. Okay, now you need to listen to me. I know you're scared, but you need to please try to calm down. Listen to me, and just trust I am telling the truth." Laura continued slowly as she let the cold cloth touch Natasha's face. Skye could see the whole body relax and it almost looked like the woman turned herself off.

Laura turned to them after Natasha closed her eyes and slowly stood up from the mess of blood and glass. Skye noticed how Laura was slightly shaking as well, seeing the woman too was trying to get her hands to stop vibrating.

"We need to call Maria," Laura said looking at the two of them with a serious look. "We need her here, now." It was a complete one-eighty from the soft voice she had used with Natasha. This one was bossy and very clear about what she wanted.

"Get in contact with her, now," Laura said before turning around to pick up the glass.

Skye watched as Bobbi turned out the door to get in contact with Maria. She knew she should probably follow her, but she was still struggling with getting herself to move. She didn't know why but she did, and it was frustrating.

"I'm sorry Skye. I know it's a lot. I will explain later, okay?" Laura said with a soft voice turning to her. Skye watched the woman pick start to clean up the mess not caring about the blood on her hands or having to wash it off the walls. And for some reason, Skye got the feeling this wasn't the first time this or something similar had happened.

Skye was struggling to keep up. After the incidents, Clint came home and he and Laura exchanged a few words before isolating Natasha from the rest of them for the next 12 hours. That meant the three girls who knew nothing about really any of them had to hang out with the kids' who they also didn't know to make up from the absence of their aunt who was maybe like dying. She didn't know what to do with herself, and for every minute she could feel her anxiety rise.

After the kids went to bed Skye tried to collect herself hiding in her room with Jemma and Bobbi both doing the same. None of them said anything at all just looking down at different things pretending to work even though they all knew they weren't doing anything productive at all.

The kids had been very helpful in a way of keeping their minds on something else. While they obviously knew something was wrong, they didn't dig and ultimately helped to keep them occupied with something else.

None of them seemed to be in the mood to talk about really anything and it wasn't before a knock on the door at 10pm Skye somehow caught up with everything. She had no idea how any of them made it here so fast, but there they were, May, Coulson, and Hill, all in front of them with the same worried look in their eyes.

May was in her black mission suit and so was Coulson. Maria had a leather jacket and a top making it look like she came straight from a meeting.

"Where is she?" It was May who said it. Her voice was demanding and cold as she pushed Clint out of the way.

"Kitchen, she is with Laura," Clint answered stepping away letting the two others enter with a nod. Maria gave him a small smile and Coulson squeezed his arm. Again, it felt like everyone knew what was going on and Skye just didn't get it. What was going on? Why was everyone so… not prepared, but knowledgeable? Not completely lost at least.

Skye hadn't seen Natasha since, well, well since she was laying on the floor more or less crying. Now she was sitting in the kitchen beside Laura with her eyes closed with her hands wrapped around a glass of water. Her left hand had a white new bandage around it, which Skye was just guessing Laura had helped her with.

In a way, it almost seemed worse. Skye remembered Natasha as a brave and fierce woman who couldn't care less about bruises and scars. But now she was sitting there with a defeated body language. Skye could tell the woman was tired, which was understandable. But it was something else too. A change in her. Something more permanent.

May was already sitting by the table looking at Laura talking with a very low voice. Skye wasn't aware May was friends with Natasha more than just co-workers in SHIELD. But she seemed worried as she kept throwing glances at the redhead.

It seemed like it was turning into a meeting when Maria and Coulson too took their places by the table. Maria took the seat on the other side of Natasha, which seem to be the right move because the second she walked up to the chair Skye could see Natasha leaning towards her. She could tell Maria was whispering something to her and Natasha nodding back.

"Guess it's no reason to ask why we are here," Coulson said turning around to the other adults, and immediately Skye felt like a small child as she took her seat beside May with Jemma and Bobbi close behind.

"Natasha?" May's voice was so soft, and Skye had very rarely heard May with such a caring voice. It was no hiding that May was the colder type, but this was different.

Natasha didn't answer, and it seemed none of them expected her to. Her just closing her eyes seemed to be enough for them all to understand whatever signal she was sending to them.

"I don't want to be disrespectful, sir, but could you maybe explain what is going on?" It was Jemma who asked, looking at Coulson and then at Natasha who had closed her eyes again.

"Skye, when the two of you got separated, what do you remember?" Maria asked turning to Skye not caring to let Jemma get her answer. Skye frowned at her before looking down at the table. She hated this question because every time they asked it, it seemed like they got disappointed or mad about her answer but what did they expect. Did they think she was lying?

"Natasha was called into a mission, and as always she told me to stay back. But because it involved a big secure building, I chose to follow her in case she needed technical help, with hacking or anything." Skye started looking at Natasha hoping for some sort of reaction.

"So you went against your orders," May said coldly.

"Well, I only did it because I wanted to help," Skye growled back earning a mad look from Maria. "She was on a rooftop when I saw her getting shot. She fell to her knees. And I just knew, I had this feeling that she died. Killed, murdered in front of my eyes." Skye said between her teeth, already feeling the anger rise. She felt like everyone was judging her for her answer and I pissed her off.

"What about after?" Maria said ignoring the fact that May was staring at her like she was lying and wanted to tell her off like she had done many of times when she held back in their training.

"Other than feeling completely heartbroken, abandoned and alone for the billionth time in my life, I felt great, thank you for asking," Skye growled at her.

She could see the others look between them again and for the first time Natasha looked up. She looked dizzy and unwell like she was about to pass out again. Maria saw it too and laid a reassuring had on her arm. A move you didn't think two superspies would exchange.

"I don't understand. Why did they react so differently?" Clint mumbled turning to his partner who seemed to be really struggling to digest the information too.

"Can somebody please just tell me what is going on?!" Skye exclaimed turning to Maria with a begging look. Maria ignored her again but tossed Laura a small look who nodded.

"Skye. What you saw is completely different from what she saw." Laura said with a soft voice turning to her looking at her with a small sad smile.

"Yeah, I've heard" Skye mumbled back still annoyed. She didn't get it. Everyone kept on telling her that and every time it made her more and more annoyed.

"That night. You weren't on the ground when she spotted you; she saw you right in front of her. Only a few feet away" Laura started turning to Natasha making sure the woman was okay. "And she saw you getting killed. Somebody sliced your throat." Laura chocked the last word and Natasha turned away from her closing her eyes exhaling loudly.

"What? I… I wasn't close to her. I was like a block away or something I could barely see her?" She turned around to the others with a helpless look. "I… I don't get it."

"That's not all Skye," Clint said tuning to Maria who nodded in silence. "When I found her, she wasn't just wounded. She was destroyed mentally, and she could barely stand. She kept saying your name over and over again. And I couldn't leave her, I just couldn't. That's why I took her in even if my orders were to kill her."

"But why does that have anything to do with what happened today?" Bobbi asked looking around at the others for help. None of this was making sense.

"After that Clint took her here. To help her heal. But she developed something. She started having episodes where she couldn't separate reality and imagination. Like somebody put a vision into her heat that wasn't there." Laura said turning to Bobbi. Skye was lost again, but the blond nodded slowly as if she at least as getting a grip on what was going on.

"It took her months to shake it off, but even years later she still had minor panic attacks where she lost herself again." Laura trailed.

"You mean like today." It was Jemma who said it. She turned to Coulson who nodded.

"It seems like it." He replied.

"She said she couldn't tell. She couldn't tell what was real." Bobbi mumbled low and Laura nodded in silence confirming it again.

"How?" May whispered turning to Natasha with big hurt eyes. Skye saw Natasha meet her eyes with a so painfilled look it looked like she was going to break down in tears.

"Tasha, you shook it off. You haven't had an attack in years. And Laura has even told me things that would have triggered it before didn't face you anymore." May reached out after her but Natasha retracted away from her.

"Bucky got shot," Natasha whispered and Skye watched May, Coulson's and Maria's mouth drop. "I saw it, but I didn't believe it. It had to be wrong. I lost myself and got hit. I had to go back to HQ. But that was why I needed somebody to just conform I was wrong, and he was alive. Whether it was me or somebody else." Natasha said straightening up a bit more.

"I didn't think… It… The person who I thought I saw shoot him… She shouldn't be alive. It had to be wrong. I knew it was, but I couldn't believe it happened again. Not that I knew back then when I thought I lost you, that it was only a trick. But knowing what I saw then wasn't real, I…" Natasha turned to Skye. Her eyes were filled with tears as she turned her head away from her, and instead leaning into Laura.

"So, you are telling me you think somebody is tricking with your mind to see things that aren't real?" Coulson asked slowly looking at Natasha clearly not believing her. "Is it even possible? Simmons?" He turned to Jemma.

"I mean, we haven't encountered somebody who has done such thing, but considering we have been dealing with enhanced humans lately I wouldn't say it's not possible. I can try to get in contact with Fitz?" Jemma answered slowly, getting a confirming nod from Coulson.

"Well if this is possible and that's the case, we have to catch whoever it is. This is very dangerous." May said turning to Maria with a serious look.

"Nat, how are you feeling?" Maria said to Natasha ignoring May completely.

"I'm fine." Natasha pulled back from Laura before shaking her head and answering with a low mumble. Was she actually thinking about going back out there? Now?

"We need to talk to Fitz about this, but we all agree this need to be prioritized," Coulson said looking at the group with them all slowly nodding.

"Fitz is saying he is ready for a call whenever we are," Jemma said pointing at her phone. Coulson nodded before turning to the group.

"Guess it's time to get to work, team."

It was already midnight, but everyone was sitting in the living room looking at the hologram of Fitz and his work. They had somehow turned this small living room and kitchen area into a big workstation for all of them with stuff throw all over the place.

Skye and Jemma had their laptops on their lap, while Bobbi, May, and Hill had a notebook each scribbling everything down. Laura was looking over Natasha's shoulder down on her tablet while Clint was reading some of Coulson's notes as he phased around fiddling with all kinds of small devices keeping the signal and computers going.

"I've looked at the security footage from the day Romanoff and Skye got separated. I think the theory is possible. If we look at all the different security footages from the different streets, we can see Skye and two others just turning around walking away even without any reason." With the setup, they had now they had one computer showing Fitz floating head and an additional smaller projector Coulson had sat up to mirror his screen.

Skye could see a hologram of some old security footage on the second hologram. It was years ago, and they could tell from the video, the quality sucked. She could barely see herself on the old blurry tape, but it was her, it was no doubt. She remembered how she had spent a good amount of time trying to find some black to wear when she went to follow Natasha on this mission, trying to blend into the shadow as she knew she wasn't supposed to be there.

She had even ended up stealing one of Natasha's leather jackets. It was one of the very few things she had kept after she thought Natasha died. She had tried to throw most of it away as she couldn't really bring lots of stuff with her. Plus, it was her way of getting over the loss by not holding on to everything.

Looking at it now it really wasn't that different from how she actually dressed now. Very black, kind of depressing.

She watched herself stop and look up. She remembered that ally. How she had jumped behind that corner like 5 minutes earlier as if a random car would have cared she was there. She was allowed to walk there it would have been fine.

Skye was clearly looking at something, she was guessing the rooftop where Natasha was. She only looked at it for a few seconds before backing off, turning around to walk away.

She didn't look scared and definitely not like her best, and only friend at the time had got killed right in front of her. It just looked like she changed her mind about where she wanted to go.

But in reality, Skye was sure she had seen her. She even remembers her backing up into the brick wall hitting her head in the corner as she saw it. And she had screamed because she saw somebody drag her body way. She was so sure.

Her heads got pulled back to reality when she heard a voice.

"Okay, Fitz, how did you even find this footage?" Bobbi started turning to the man. "This was years ago; this should have been erased from the system long ago. Unless…"

"Unless somebody wanted to see something too, yes, yes I know." Skye saw Bobbi shake off the interruption before nodding slowly.

"And I have a theory on that too. The way this works is very fascinating" Fitz said as he continued ignoring the questions everyone had on their minds. "This is the rooftop you were on." Skye watched Fitz point at a big building in the middle of a satellite picture.

"If we imagen you are the center of a circle and this is the three who all turned around. As we can see the radius is actually about the same from all of you. About 300 meters. All three react the same way, they all spot you but then turn around and away. Nobody was closer Romanoff so we don't know who they would have reacted. But what is really interesting is this car." Another new video popped up on the screen and Skye watched a black car drive. The video cut from different cameras all the time and it was impossible to follow. All she could see was the same car taking a few turns. And she didn't get what this was all implying at all.

"It is going around." Skye turned her head to Jemma. The girl was looking at the video with a tilted head while writing something down on the pc. how could she possibly know that?

"A perfect semicircle around her." Before Skye knew it, she pressed a button and a new hologram popped up beside the one already there. It was a minimap, and like Fitz's map it had a circle with Natasha in the center and the three people around, this one was with a much bigger diameter and didn't have the three humans drawn in.

Skye watched the video of the car get rewound and when it started again the minimap showed the car's route going around the whole event before it ended up back on track.

"On the exact same x-axis," May said turning to Jemma who nodded in confirmation.

"How big was that radius?" Coulson said turning to the Fitz in the hologram.

"Around 3 miles, Sir," Fitz said looking at Jemma to get a confirmation. The woman nodded slowly while looking down on her laptop to make sure it was right.

"I don't think I understand," Clint said turning to Maria who too seemed to have lost the trail. This was the first time the man had said anything, but Skye agreed. She was not following at all.

"Think about it as an explosion. She was the epicenter, and everything around it that did get effected, the closer to the center, the stronger the effect. That was why they reacted differently later on. Natasha was in the core, so she got all of it, while Skye was further out. She felt it, she saw a death, like her, but the aftermath was weaker. The car probably didn't see anything. It just avoided it because it felt right just like Skye said she "just knew" she was dead without any real confirmation."

Skye stopped completely. How did he figure out that from this? It all seemed crazy, but it made sense. This, this was insane. All of it.

"It was nobody around with that kind of radius when Romanoff was hunting the winter soldier, so we don't know it had the same effect. Though it was three other people there…" Fitz said slowly looking at Natasha with a look that as almost disapproving.

"Yeah. The bartender, a customer and… the one I was hunting." Natasha mumbled looking at Fitz.

"Right. Well, look at this footage from your mission." Skye turned her attention to the screen again. How Fitz had pulled any of this in a few hours was beyond her, but at this point, they needed every bit of help they could get.

At first, it only seemed like a security video of two people in an empty bar. Normal, quiet evening. Nothing special. The bartender was talking to the other guy when the door got smashed open from out of nowhere. Skye could feel Jemma jump in her seat beside her when Natasha threw the guy onto the floor. The redhead didn't seem very aware of the two others or at least not paying them any attention before the man got up on his feet and kicked her right in the stomach. Skye watched Natasha tumble on the floor for a second before throwing her head up.

It was like somebody controlled her body or brain because seconds later she backed off dropping her handgun to the floor. Her eyes were locked on something in front of her as she backed away with shaking hands.

Skye turned around in her seat to look at everyone else. They were all glued to the screen watching her every move before Skye saw Natasha close her eyes and everyone jumped in their seats. Skye threw her eyes back on the screen. The whole bar was now on fire and two other men were running out the broken door with the man she was hunting aiming a mean weapon at her.

"Okay! That's enough!" The footage immediately stopped when Maria's raised her voice. Natasha still had her eyes closed and knowing how Natasha's state was when she came back Skye had a bad feeling of what would have happened next.

"What did you want us to see with this footage Fitz," Colson asked shaking his head.

"Well Sir, it wasn't anyone else on that rooftop with Romanoff that night," Leo said jumping back to some footage of the rooftop. It was completely empty and no sign of anything.

When it started to play it was still nothing for a while. The roof was completely empty with nothing on it before they saw a head over one of the edges. Natasha was moving her head carefully around before she jumped up from whatever ladder or edge she was on.

The redhead was still looking around when she made her way over the roof, looking back and forth before she stopped in her tracks and turned to her left. She was looking directly at something behind the camera before she rapidly turned her attention forwards again aiming a gun Skye didn't even know she had forward.

"Turn it off." It was Natasha. Skye turned around carefully. Natasha was shaking in her seat and she was cleansing her fist. In the corner of her eye, she could see the Natasha on the screen rapidly back way from something Natasha screamed.

"I SAID TURN IT OFF!" Skye jumped back into Jemma as a knife came flying hitting the device Coulson had sat up in the middle cutting the signal with the additional screen. Skye watched Natasha's eyes getting filled with anger before she sat down on the couch again. Her eyes were on fire as she turned her attention away from the group breathing heavily.

"Okay guess she is good with knives too then," Bobbi mumbled as they watched Coulson slowly pull out the knife while Fitz was moving around as if he was trying to see what was going on.

"Fitz. What are you showing us?" May said with a strict voice trying to ignore the fact that everyone seemed like they all wanted to leave the room.

"Well, you… in the video… Nat… Romanoff she." Fitz was scrambling his papers in front of him leaning forward as he was looking for something still not making any sense. And at this point, Skye really wanted to go tell him to just shut.

"He showed us how he thinks it happened." Jemma cut him off turning to all of them with big eyes.

"I'm sorry but how does this show us anything? All I am seeing is no answers and kinda just making us angry." Skye shot in as she nodded to Natasha who still looked like she wanted to put a bullet in both Coulson and Fitz forehead.

"What were the two things in common with those two videos?" Fitz said turning to all of them as it was the most obvious thing.

"I highly doubt you want to hear what is swirling in my head," Natasha mumbled before turning around with a small moan holding around her head as she was going to pass out again. Immediately Skye could see Laura wrapping her arms around her to calm her down with Natasha in a very obvious disco

"She looked directly into somebodies' eyes. Or not like literally directly. But she probably made them scared right or at least she made them aware that she was aware of them." Fitz said carefully.

"How. The rooftop was empty, there was nobody around." May pointed out earning a small nod from Skye and Bobbi.

"Well the security footage in the building was saved as maybe he did a bad job forgetting to delete it, but it is still accessible. And she looked directly into the camera. She spotted it the same way she suddenly got aware of the two in the bar. She looked at them to evaluate how to handle that situation meeting their eyes." Jemma jumped in turning to all of them with a serious look. Skye dropped her mouth. This was crazy. It was no way?! It all. It was true. But how could somebody create a thing like that? It was insane. A person that could show them a vision of a fake death.

"But it also tells us another very important factor." Jemma's voice was low as she continued. She looked around at all of them with what seemed to be a worried look.

"What?" May said impatiently turning to Jemma with an almost annoyed look in her eyes.

"I don't think it was intentional. I don't think this person meant to do this."

A/N: This chapter was madness and maybe it doesn't make any sense for anybody but for me who have thought about this for like a week it does.

I might change it slightly over time to make it more reader-friendly, but I was supposed to finish this 24 hours ago, so I figured I rather wanted to do it now. Besides, this was the hard part to write, the following chapter shouldn't be too bad.

(also Fitz is crazy, that is facts.)

S-B