Agents of SHIELD: Agents of Redemption

by JFuzzyWraith0587

With dangerous change on the horizon, Director Coulson tries to stem the tide, but he can't do it alone. With his team still recuperating from the Jia Ying/InHuman assault and Simmons missing he has to recruit an old ally to aid him. Jaxx is a former soldier and a 0-8-4, but are his skills alone enough to help rebuild SHIELD, or will the secrets from his past make him a danger.

12. The Hidden Truths among Secret Lies

Author's Note: Sorry for the delay in story progress but I had personal issues I had to deal with which took up a lot of my time. On that note I will be posting two more chapters for this story which should wrap it up nicely. Again, sorry for the delay and I hope you enjoy the chapter, as always if you would like to leave a comment or have a question or issue pertaining to the story let me know. I do not own any Characters from the MCU whether it be from the movies, or series'. Enjoy.

1:15 minutes later

He listened intently as the sound of the engines hummed like drums in his ears. It was soothing, calming even as he sat there, his eyes keenly focused on the horizon. His eyes shot to the gauge immediately to the right of the yoke, afterwards his grip tightened as he slowly pulled back on the yoke, which leveled off the plane. A voice came over the headset that he was wearing; "Iron Wing 6-2-4, this is Buckler 3-8-5 do you read over?" Agent Melinda May had come up with that call sign just before they left for the mission.

The pilot flipped a few switches and spoke into the mic; "Buckler 3-8-5 this is Iron Wing 6-2-4, I read you over. Is this channel secure?" "It's secure; glad to hear your voice agent Triplett." Triplett couldn't help but grin a little, "Right back at you," Agent May had started to berate agent Triplett for not checking in once they had arrived. He had explained what happened; how Hydra had a generator that knocked out every electronic device on the plane and how they had to make a crash landing.

He continued on, telling her about the mass grave that they had found; eventually Triplett told her about the facility hidden deep in the heart of the island, as well as the gruesome scene within. Some of the detail he decided to leave out, not wanting to discuss it on the channel; even though May said it was secure, telling her about what happen was something that he wanted to do face to face. However, she could tell that he was holding out on her, she wasn't sure why, but in the end she let it slide; figuring that he probably had his reasons for keeping her in the dark.

But…there was question that she refused to let go unanswered; "Trip, I need to know…what happened out there?" He hesitated, not knowing how to explain it, how to even begin to describe what he saw. This was unusual, for him to feel so conflicted about the truth of what happened. His grandmother raised him to not lie, that the truth can overcome anything no matter what. So, instead of telling her a secret that's not his to tell, he saw only one course of action. "Director Coulson can tell you when we land. We're 3 hours out."

She wanted to know, was desperate to know, he could tell that much from the sudden silence that had stricken the channel. It was her choice not to push, hearing the exhaustion in his voice, so instead she asked yet another question that she needed answering. "Trip…is Coulson there-is he-how is he?" And yet again, he didn't know how to answer. Instead he remained silent, looking out of the corner of his eye, pondering on a completely different question on which now plagued his every thought…Did he know?

Meanwhile, Director Coulson just sat on the floor of the cargo hold, leaning against one of the seats. His eyes were glass-like as he stared, almost void of any sort of emotion as he gazed into his blood soaked palms. His fingers were starting to stick together, which meant that the blood was starting to dry. This wasn't the first time he had blood on his hands, and as he stared at it he couldn't help but recall back to when Skye had been shot; his hands were covered in blood then too, but she was innocent, the blood on his hands now, was anything but.

He looked over to his left, looking at the brown haired unconscious young woman lying on the floor next to him. Coulson slowly moved his hand toward the young woman's face, brushing away a strand of hair which was draped over her eye and sliding it back behind her ear. She was alive, he was grateful for that, yet he couldn't help but feel slightly peeved at how reckless and stupid she was for having done what she did. He couldn't help but think what would've happen if-luckily he didn't have to; thanks in no small part to one of their own.

See what they did, what they were truly capable of, it was quite a revelation, especially to Coulson who thought he knew everything about them. He turned, gazing across to the other side of the cargo hold at the person responsible for not only saving their lives, but also stopping those monsters for good. It was unbelievable, most of all it was unexpected especially coming from someone he thought had no secrets and yet; he sits there, calmly, face voided of emotion and his tone smooth and calm as he spoke.

"So, any other secrets that I should know about?"

1:15 minutes earlier

Coulson

"Bloody hell…" (There was no mistaking the sound of dread in her tone, and yet Simmons still somehow maintained her composure. Meanwhile, Trip retrieved his assault rifle which was hanging off to his side and clicked the safety and readied himself. Coulson reached behind him, retrieving his pistol from the holster clipped on his belt. He clicked the button on the handle, which in turn ejected the magazine from the gun; he examined the clip, looking less-than thrilled by what he saw.)

6 rounds, (Afterwards he pulled back the slide enough to see the tip of a bullet in the chamber.) Make that 7. (He slammed the clip back into the gun, then looked over at Trip and asked,) "Trip how many rounds do you have?" (Trip aims his rifle, looking through the reflex sight just in time to spot a shadow-like figure sprint from one tree to another. He answered immediately afterwards.)

"12 rounds in my rifle, you?" (Leaves crunching off to Coulson's left caught his attention and he immediately aim his weapon in that direction. He replied,) "7, that's including the one in the chamber," (Before Coulson could respond, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye; he quickly turned and aimed his pistol, only to see nothing. Seconds later he caught to blurs rushing off to his right and once more when he aimed his gun he saw nothing.) Damnit; there's too many trees and foliage for me to get a clean shot. Besides, with the way they just shrug off bullets, we might as well be shooting spit-wads and harsh language at them.

"What I wouldn't give for a Hulk or Thor right about now…" (Even though Trip was just joking, he help thinking that having an avenger here would be great right about now; Coulson of course, couldn't agree more though he differed on which ones.) "Personally, I wouldn't mind having Rogers or Romanoff here," (Skye put her two cents in,) "Wait what about Iron Man-I thought you two were buddy-buddy?"

(Coulson replied simply,) "Yeah sure; him too." (No long after, everything went silent, which only made Coulson and company even more nervous. With his gun at the ready, he turned to his team and they to him.) "That's never good." (Skye states.) "You think." (Trip retorts. Coulson meanwhile knew what was coming next.) They're getting ready to make they're move. Which means that we gotta act fast.

(He turned his attention to Trip, who looked at him and for an instant it was like they're minds were linked and the both of them came to the same conclusion; they knew what needed to be done.) "You thinking what I'm thinking sir?" (Trip's face was blank, as he waited for the Director to confirm that they were in fact on the same page.) Unfortunately, I am; I just wish we had more bullets.

"Butch and Sundance," (Coulson stated. Trip's expression changed quickly to one of acknowledgement as he nodded and replied,) "Butch and Sundance." (Simmons and Skye shared a dumbfounded look before looking back, just in time for Coulson to tell them the plan.) "Okay then, it's settled. Skye *Trip reaches behind him, retrieving his pistol from his waistband* you and Simmons are going to head in that direction *Points behind him, in the same direction as the arrow carved into the tree*; then immediately lock yourself in and radio HQ to send reinforcements. Tell them to bring guns; really, really big guns."

(Trip hands the pistol off to Skye who takes it without a second thought. She checks the clip, checks the chamber and pulls back on the slide; as she does this Skye asks,) "What about you two? What will you be-" (As her eyes meant Coulson's, she saw something that she hadn't seen in a very long time; his eyes all but shouted the answer and in that instant she knew.)

(Simmons soon caught on as well, seeing the same look in Trip's eyes.) "You're staying behind, aren't you? *Looks over, gazing into Coulson's blank, expressionless face* You're not coming with us?" I'm sorry, but we can't. (Coulson walked up to Simmons, gently placing a hand on her shoulder, which caused her to start welling up. With a gentle, reassuring tone he stated why it had to be like this.)

"We'll buy as much time as we can," (Simmons started mumbling to herself as she tried to keep her tears from coming to the surface.) "*low, raspy tone* No, no, no," (Coulson removed his hand and took a step back. His stomach started to tighten, to knot up; it wasn't an easy decision, it never is, but it was the only option left. He looked over at Skye, who eyes started to well-up as well; she shook her head and stated.) "No, no way; we are not leaving the two of you here to fight that thing alone. We came here together and we'll leave here together."

(Her tone was mixed, full of emotion and unbridled stubbornness. She stood there refusing to leave in defiance of Coulson's own orders; his eyes shot to his left, his gaze falling upon agent Simmons. She too simply stood there looking just as defiant as Skye; part of him was so proud of how far the two of them had come, how after everything that they still stand united.)

(His eyes drifted to his right and out of the corner of his eye he saw Agent Triplett, who shrugs casually as he seemed unsurprised by how this event has turned out. Despite their objections, Coulson states sharply.) "That is not an option Skye," (Skye noted that his tone seemed hastened and stern which given the current situation wasn't unexpected; yet she continued staring questioningly at the Director.) "You and Simmons make a run for the plane, now! That's an or-"

A monstrous roar cuts through, interrupting Coulson before he could finish; not a second later something leaps out from the brush behind Skye and Simmons, landing directly in front of Coulson. Without any warning, the creature quickly attacked, hitting the Director on the side of his face with the back of its fist. Skye and Simmons watched in shock and horror as Coulson spun in the air before violently smashing against the tree behind him; the sound of his body thudding to the ground caused Simmons to flinch and gasp out. This did not go unnoticed by the creature, as its gaze now landed on Simmons; without hesitation Trip raised his rifle and started squeezing off rounds into the creature's chest.

Each carbon-tipped round shredded his skin like it was butter, spurting blood out as round after round pierced the creature's flesh. In mere seconds his magazine was empty; with the distinct clicking sound coming from his rifle, he had hoped that the nightmare that had been stalking them had finally ended. It quickly became clear however, that their nightmarish ordeal was far from over. Trip's eyes widened, his mouth gaping open so slightly as the look of shock and dread engrossed his face at once as he stared into the hollow soulless eyes of the creature still standing before him. It stood there seemingly unfazed, looking curiously down at the fresh wounds which now riddled his chest. Skye, Simmons and Trip watched as the creature started digging the bullets out of his chest using its fingers.

Simmons winced as this seemingly unstoppable creature performed this action without flinching or shouting out in pain. Skye raised her gun pistol and aimed it at the creatures' head, ready to fire. It was like the creature could sense her intent, so it stopped digging out the bullets and lunged at her. She was able to fire off 3 rounds before it was on her, knocking the gun out of her hands and grabbing her by the throat. It's gripped tighten as it lifted her off the ground and into the air, leaving Skye to gasping for air.

Trip had no plan, all he knew was that the creature was killing his friend and he wasn't about to let that happen. He threw the rifle down to the ground and after retrieving his knife from the sheath on the back of his waist band, he attacked. The tip of the blade barely pierced the skin when the creature grabbed Trip by the wrist. Its fingers were like a tightened coil, squeezing, twisting his wrist until he was forced to release the knife.

He groaned in pain as he struggled to gain back control, but his problems became far worse when in one quick motion the monster jerked Trip's wrist, causing a breaking sound to echo from his wrist. Trip shouted out in pain and started to crumble to the ground, leaving Skye to fend for herself. Her friends were losing the fight and though frightened and terrified beyond belief, Simmons summoned every ounce of courage that she had left and focused on what she needed to do.

She picked up the branch that she had before, and with all her strength she swung her would-be club at the creatures' head, smashing him in the side of the face. The creature seemed more annoyed than hurt by the biochemist's attempt, nevertheless his attention was now on her. Skye had lost consciousness mere seconds before, so the creature released her and swung its arm backwards; the sheer force for which she was hit sent her flying through the air until she slammed violently against a tree, therefore knocking her unconscious.

Coulson had just started to stir, groaning as his nerves screamed and his back throbbed from hitting the tree earlier. The sheer strength of the creature's hit nearly burst his eardrums, throwing his equilibrium out of sorts. He rolled onto his side and looked around only to see that his vision was blurred. Soon though everything came into focus and his eyes widened as he saw both Skye and Simmons laying on the ground, eerily still. His eyes darted to the creature which still had Trip by the wrist, locking him in place as he punched him in the face over and over again.

He couldn't stand seeing this, not being able to act or do anything and in this moment he thought that this was it, that this was the end for them. And yet in spite of this, Coulson refused to give up, mentally stating that it wasn't his style to just lay down and die. Getting to his feet was tough, as every muscle shouted out in dull pain throughout his body, but he managed to do so anyway. Using the tree that he had slammed into as a leaning post, he stared at the creature with unnerving intent and he shouted "Hey!"

The creature had paused, its fist stopping just mere inches from Trip's bloodied and bruised face. Its gaze rested upon Coulson's, who pushed off the tree to stand on his own two feet. The creature titled its head a little to the right, almost like it was measuring him up. "C'mon*breathing heavily* is that all you got!?" The creature's head returned to its original position and for a moment, just a moment, Coulson could see a glint of amusement in the creature's eye.

This was nothing more than a cat and mouse game to him, and he was just playing with its pray before finishing them off, Coulson ascertained that much. It was a stupid plan, he figured as much, but he also figured that he had nothing else to lose; so, much like Trip, Coulson reached into his pocket and retrieved his flip knife and held it firmly in his hand. He flipped it opened and took a defensive stance, meanwhile the creature tossed Trip off to the side, much like a child would a doll.

It stood tall, its veins throbbing out from his neck, shoulders and arms as it clenched its fists tightly causing his knuckles to crack. Then it did something unexpected…it started to crouch down, slowly. Trip looked on, wondering what it was doing, while Coulson knew exactly what it was up to and what was coming next. Suddenly, it leaps into the air towards Coulson; he knew that he didn't stand a chance one on one with this thing, but he had to at least try, he owed his team that much. As the creature drew closer to the Director, something else unexpected happen, something that no one could ever see coming…

Moments Earlier

Unknown

(He had been stumbling around for a while now, bruised, covered in cuts, gashes and blood. His face was covered in dirt, a gash going down the left side of his face; he had various other wounds covering his entire body, some were still bleeding while others had stopped altogether.) My left arm feels like it's on fire; on top of that, there's a numbing pain coming from my shoulder. (Using his right hand he reaches up, grasping his shoulder.) UGGHH SON OF A…yep, yep definitely dislocated. (He stops walking, and pauses for a second to focus. He looks to his left and spots a tree, solid, sturdy; perfect for what he had in mind.) That'll do…

(He walks over to the tree, placing his right hand on the tree and inhales deeply, before saying to himself.) "Okay, 1-" (Without warning he violently slammed his left shoulder against the tree with enough force that the sound of bone popping echoed in his ears.) "Sonuva…*grumbles incoherently*" Every damn time. (A numb, burning pain radiated up and down his left arm for the next few minutes.)

(He leaned his head against the tree, fiercely clenching his eyes shut; through gritted teeth he mumbled to himself. Slowly, he took a couple of deep breathes, inhaling in through his nose and exhaling out his mouth. After opening his eyes, he looked upward towards the top of the tree; his mind wondered, plagued by unsettling thoughts.)

(Thanks to his training however, he was quickly able to push these thoughts to the back of his mind and instead focused on his surroundings in the hopes that he would recognize something, anything that could lead him to where he needed to go next.) Okay let's see what we got. Looks like trees, brush…more trees and more brush…

(There was nothing; no landmarks, or dirt trails, or any sign of anything passing through here. It looked grim, not just his mission but his chances of getting off of this island were starting to look slim. That is, until he spotted something on the ground just a few feet in front of him. He quickly walked over to the area and knelt down for a closer look.)

(He placed his hand beside one of the footprints then the other.) Looks like a woman's size 6 and size 7…it has to be them. (Gently, he pressed the inside of the tracks with his fingers, gauging how long ago these track was made.) They're still fresh, couldn't have been made more than 5 maybe 10 minutes ago. (Though he did not show it, deep down underneath he was excited.)

They're close by, I can feel it— (A distinct sound pierced through the air, one which snapped him from his thoughts.) Gunshot, where— (He was cut off as a series of gunshots echoed off in the distance. Quickly he stood, his eyes scanning the area trying to find the source the gunshots. Thanks to his training he was able to determine the direction said gunfire was coming from; unfortunately, by that time the sounds had ceased.)

Not good, (Those thoughts which had plagued him before had returned with a vengeance. Regardless, he now had a general location, which was more than he had before. Without a second thought, or even a plan, he rushed in the direction that the gunfire had originated. He continued running, despite his injuries and the near unbearable fatigue which started to set in. Within in a few minutes he had closed the distance and had come upon the scene and with it an unexpected discovery.)

"*mumbles* Son of a-*lets out an exhausted sigh*" (He felt drained, unable to think, to speak; he was surprised that he was able to keep standing albeit a bit wobbly. But those thoughts quickly faded as his attention turned the scene which was still unfolding just a few feet in front of him. The angle wasn't the best, but it still gave him a clear idea of what was happening.)

(Much to his disappointment, one of the creatures had survived the destruction of the facility and worse yet; it had managed to track down at least one of the S.H.I.E.L.D agents that came to this island, one which he recognized immediately.) Trip… (The creature had Trip's wrist within its grasp, twisting just enough that the agent winced out in pain. Before long the creature started punching him in the face again and again and again.) That mother-

(Suddenly he paused, as a breeze blew through and with it a familiar scent; his nostrils flared as he sniffed it twice, afterwards his eyes drifted down and to the left. His eyes widened when he saw her, laying there, motionless, lifeless, which is when panic overcame every fiber of his being.) "*mumbles in a shocked yet soft tone* Jemma?" (Quickly he knelt down next to her, lifting her doll-like body off of the ground, cradling her in his arms.)

Oh god Jemma, what happened to you!? (His calm had quickly been replaced by panic; slowly and gently he stroked her hair as he whispered to her.) "Jemma please, you gotta wake please-please wake up," (Tears started to pool, forming drops which fell, splashing against her pale cheek. He moved his hand to the back of her head while his eye remained on hers. That's when he felt something warm and wet; he removed his hand and his eyes widened as he stared at the small pool of blood.)

No, no, no, no (In that moment, his worst fears had become reality. He clasped her face in his right hand, gently stroking her cheek with his thumb.) I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I should've-(His thoughts went silent as he listened intently to the sound of a heart beating. It was faint, and growing fainter, but it was there and he was relieved to hear it.) Thank god. (He leaned down and kissed her forehead, after which he placed his forehead on hers and closed his eyes.)

"*whispers* You're going to be fine—everything is going to be fine Jemma, I promise." (He kept his forehead on hers as he slid his other hand back behind her head and remained like this until a voice from behind him shouts out.) "HEY!" (That demanding voice broke through his silent haze, bringing him back to situation at hand. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as the man he knew as Phil Coulson, stand there staring down the creature before him.)

"C'mon, is that all you got!?" (Coulson had retrieved a flip knife from his pocket seconds earlier and had flipped it open in anticipation of the creature's attack. The likelihood of the Director surviving such a vicious encounter was slim at best, and the man knew it.) Damnit Coulson, (He turned back to Simmons and gently lowered her head back to the ground. A strand of hair fell into her eyes; he retrieved his left hand and used it to brush the strand out of her eyes and now once again his eyes fells upon his blood-soaked hand.)

(Not soon after, he clenched his hand, forming a fist causing drops of blood to drip out between his fingers. Had Simmons been conscious, she would've have seen the look of panic and fear quickly dissipate, only to be quickly replaced by anger and burning rage. For this, he was grateful that she wasn't, which both relieved and sickened him at the same time. He quickly pushed this singular thought aside and focused on more pressing matters.)

(The pain which was once a hindrance was now fuel that he used to rise to his feet. He stood there for a moment, closing his eyes taking in a deep breath and holding it.)

Coulson

(He glances down at the open flip knife clenched in his hand, mentally sighing at his current no-win situation. Coulson's glare quickly returns to the creature, just in time to catch it snarling at him while balling his hands into club-sized fists.) *sarcastic* Outstanding… (The creature took a step forward, which prompted Coulson to tense up in preparation for the attack.)

Well, if I'm going down, I'm going down swing- (Suddenly something wraps itself around the creatures' throat, choking it briefly before sending the creature flying the opposite direction.) -ing? (The creature violently hits face first on the ground, meanwhile Coulson's focus and concern were now fixated on this mystery man standing in front of him. He clenched the flip knife tighter in his hand, trying to decide whether or not this mysterious new player is a friend or foe.) "Take it easy Phil…"

(Coulson perked up when the man spoke;) That voice, it couldn't-(Before he could finish that thought, the man slowly turned his head, showing half of his face.) "I've got this." (Coulson's eyes widened and his lips trembling slightly as he recognized the man standing in front of him. His tone was filled with shock and confusion as he spoke.) "Jaxx…?"

Jaxx

I know that you have questions Coul; I can see them rattling around in that head of yours, but now is not the time. (He turned and stared at the creature who was nearly back on his feet. Jaxx started clenching his hands tightly, to the point where his knuckles started to crack. Once it was on its feet, the creature turned its deadly gaze to Jaxx, who gazed into the creatures' feral eyes. All he could see behind those eyes were rage and malcontent.)

Whoever he was before is long gone, there's no trace left of him thanks to Hydra and they're monster-making serum. All that's left is a mindless beast, one that enjoys killing and is hell-bent on tearing us apart even so, it doesn't make what I have to do any easier. (The creature bears its teeth and snarls at Jaxx, who remains steadfast, while Coulson and Trip watch as everything unfolds.)

I can feel Coulson and Trip's eyes on me, probably wondering what the hell I'm up to; well, you'll guys we see soon enough. (He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath; as he starts to focus, his body starts to tense.) 12 years I've kept it locked away, hidden from my family, my friends, those I trust…12 excruciating years, down the drain all thanks to Hydra… (The creature flexes its muscles and lets out a blood-curdling roar, but Jaxx doesn't move an inch. Suddenly he feels it, that familiar sensation that he thought he would never feel again.)

My bones are pulsing, my muscles feel warm and cool at the same time and my nerves feel like they're on fire. I should be terrified, afraid, but as my entire body begins to reverberate I can't help but feel the rush, the intensity and it's awesome…I've missed this. (The creature grew anxious and angrier with each passing second until it decided that it was tired of waiting; as it launched itself towards the rock steady Jaxx, Coulson shouted out a warning, but it was too late.)

(Jaxx's eyes shot open revealing that his pupils had turned from a hazel grey to an irradiated blue. He grinned briefly as he tightened his fist into a ball and said with furious intent.) "Time to break you!"

Present: "The Playground"

He stood in the doorway of the recovery room suite, leaning to one side with his arms folded in front of his chest. The Director has been standing in that spot for nearly 10 minutes, budging only when the doctor came in to check her vitals. He had yet to change clothes or even take a shower to wash off the dirt and blood. Instead, he watched with a furrowed brow and blank expression as Agent Jemma Simmons rests comfortably in the recovery room bed. Occasionally his eyes would drift to the EKG monitor beside her bed, listening intently as it beeped in unison to with her heart rate.

The doctor which had come to check on Simmons had convinced Coulson to let him stitch up the gash on his right brow to which the Director reluctantly agreed. After it was finished he returned to Simmons room, continuing to watch over her. He heard the footsteps behind him, yet he remained still, even as they spoke. "AC,"

Coulson

I look over and see Skye standing there, holding a mug in her hands. She hands it to me and I happily accept. "I figured that you could use a little pick-me-up so," (Her tone was curious as she watched Coulson take a sip from the mug. He smacks his lips together and gives her a half-smile as he says in a grateful tone.) "Thanks, I needed that."

(Now their attention was focused on Simmons, who stirred a little in the bed.) "So, how's she doing?" (Skye asks, her tone showing a hint of concern.) All in all, she's lucky to be alive…if Jaxx showed up a minute later-(His eyes drifted to the heart rate monitor, watching as the green line peeks up then levels out.) "She's resting. The doctor says that she has a minor concussion and that she needs a few days' rest before resuming her duties."

(Coulson looked over, watching as Skye lets out a sigh of relief and says.) "*mumbles* That's good." (They both nodded as Skye looked down at her feet while Coulson turned to face her.) "How about you?" (Her head snaps up and her eyes meet his; he nods to the right and the two walk out into the hall. He sets his mug down on the floor before taking a seat on said floor; the Director grunted a bit as he leaned against the wall, letting his legs stretch out across the floor.)

(Skye smiled a bit as she started to say,) "Well let's see," (She too takes a seat on the floor, next to Coulson letting out an exhausted sigh; she gave him a sly smile as she continued.) "My entire body feels like I've been doing training drills with May for the last 4 hours' straight, but…aside from that, not too bad considering." Considering that we narrowly escaped an explosion, only to jump off a cliff, landing in the rapids below where we almost drowned; and on top of that nearly got torn apart by a monster that Hydra created…good times.

(Coulson remained silent as he stared into his coffee. This didn't go unnoticed by Skye who looked over; her tone was a mixture of concern and curiosity when she asked him,) "And you, (Coulson looks up from his coffee, his eyes met her curious glance.) how are you doing with-everything?" (Coulson gave a simple nod and replied neutrally.) "I'm good…"

Skye

C'mon AC, I may not be some super-secret spy like Romanoff or May, but I know when your keeping things from me. (She looked on as he took a sip of his coffee, while staring at the wall across the way. He looks back to see Skye still staring at him with those big brown eyes.) "Skye, I'm fine really." No you're not AC; for the last week you've been hiding out in your office and shutting me out…Whatever's going on with you—you need to let me in…

(Coulson realized that she was becoming increasingly concerned about his well-being, so he took another approach and tried to get the conversation focused on something other than himself.) "Have you been to see Trip? How's he holding up?" Fine, you don't wanna talk about it, fine I'll let it slide, for now… (She looks down at her hands which she had resting in her lap; she told the Director about what the doctor's said.) "Trip's doing well, considering that he has a broken wrist, and looks like he got the slapped around by Thor…" (She turns to look at Coulson, who had been looking at her the whole time and she continued.) "The docs' say that he'll need at least 2 ½ weeks to recover before they would even think about clearing him for field work."

(Coulson shot her a sly smile before looking down at his mug; he said sarcastically.) "Bet he was thrilled to hear that." (Skye smiled briefly, as she stated.) "Yea well, I don't think he had much of a choice in the matter. (Smiles a little.) Either way he's asleep now, so… (She looks down at her hands once more.)" (Coulson slowly nods, resting his head against the wall behind him afterwards.)

(Skye looks at him and starts to say something, but stops just as quickly and looks away; just as silence started to fill the air between them, Skye looks over once again and asks.) "How's Jaxx doing? (Coulson's expression remained blank.) I didn't see him in the infirmary with Trip," The last time I saw him...god…he looked like he'd been through hell and back…twice. (Coulson glanced over at Skye only briefly, long enough to tell her what he knew.)

"He said that he was going to take a shower and borrow some fresh clothes…" "A shower and fresh-" (Skye's tone was filled with disbelief;) "Coulson, when I woke up, I saw the shape that he was in. He needs to get looked at-treated, who knows what kind of-" "Skye, he's fine, I assure you." (Coulson interjects before she could voice her concerns. She stared at him, befuddled; a few seconds of silence passed between them, which more than enough time for her. She was wanting answers, and she was determined to have them.)

You and Trip are keeping something-not just from me…Trip was quiet the entire time that doctors were examining him, which is so unlike him. And when May asked you about what happened with the creature, you just said "It's been taken care of…" Sorry AC, but that's not good enough. "AC, what happened back there…with the creature…" (Coulson kept his face blank, but Skye continued.) "I know that you told Agent May that it was *She raised her hands, making air quotes* 'Taken care of,' but,"

"We got lucky." (Once more Coulson cuts her off which on fueled her suspicions.) So, it's confirmed…he is hiding something. Time to push, just a little more, "Was it luck, or was it Jaxx?" (Coulson looked away and remained silent, which Skye only took as confirmation. Knowing that she was on the right track, she continued with her questions.) "So Jaxx was the one who…how? Our bullets barely punctured that things skin, how did-"

(Coulson looked over and gave her one of his patented smiles.) I know that smile, it's the Coulson Special…it's the "I have a secret but it's classified smile." UGGH I hate that. (The Director hands her his mug, which she takes hesitantly, and he responds with.) "Let's just say, that he's the best there is at what he does; and what he does…"

(He pushes himself off the floor and once on his feet he extends a hand down towards Skye, who takes it. After lifting her up, he takes back the mug and finishes saying.) "Is complicated." What the hell is that supposed to mean? "What exactly is he the best at?" (Skye asks, for which Coulson simply states.) "Sorry, it's a secret." Really, I thought we were done with secrets.

(Skye was about to say something and almost as if he knew what she was going to ask, he stopped her and responded with.) "And it's not my secret to tell, sorry." (Skye was aggravated, but she understood and could't help but grin a little, knowing that once Coulson has his mind set to something he rarely changes it. She nods mockingly and says.) "Alright, fair enough."

(Coulson looks into the room to his right and for a few seconds he watches as Simmons shifts in her bed.) "Do you mind watching her for a bit? I need to shower and get a change of clothes myself." (Skye gives a nods and states,) "Yes please…" (Coulson shot her a confused look, for which she responded with.) "Sorry, but you do kinda smell like a-" (Coulson interjects.) "Like I've been working out…"

"No…" (Skye states.) "I was going to say that you kinda smell like a donkey fart." (The two couldn't help but crack a smile, and as for Skye's quip, Coulson responded with,) "Ouch and, nice."

Personnel Locker Rooms

Bathroom

He used his hand to wipe away the dew which covered the mirror and found himself staring into his own eyes, while he placed his hands on either side of the sink.

Jaxx

How long can you keep this up? The secrets, the lies…you broke it…you broke the lock and now…now there's no going back…to the way things were…is there?

(He straightens up and his eyes scan over his body, lingering on the various scars which covered his body. Seconds later he moves his hand to the wound just below his right shoulder; a gunshot wound, the first of many scars to come. Just below that scar was a bandage, which slowly started seeping blood. Slowly his hand started to move down to his abdomen, where he gently brushed his fingers against the 3 slash marks which resided there. He had wrapped a bandage around his mid-section, due to the 5 broken ribs which he had acquired.)

Was it worth it? (His eye shot up back up to the mirror, meeting his once again.) Was keeping my secret worth all of this…how many times have you cheated death and all for what…to hide who you truly are? (His hand returns to side of the sink, his grip getting tighter and tighter.)

(He stood in place for a few more seconds, contemplating his thoughts, until he turned around and took a seat on the locker room bench behind him. Beside him on the left, he had his duffle bag sitting there with him, unzipped and opened. To his right he had laid out a pair of fresh, clean socks and a pair of sneakers resting beside them.)

(As he started putting on the socks, he started debating with himself.) Maybe I should tell her…I've kept this secret from her for far too long and I'm sick and tired of lying to her. Then again…look at how Coulson reacted…the look in his eyes after it was all said and done…he won't ever say it, but he's afraid of me, afraid of what I can do—what I'm capable of.

(He just finished sliding on his last sock when he placed his elbows on his knees and placed his head into his hands.) UGGGHHHHH THIS IS GETTING ME NOWHERE! If she found out who I was, what I truly am…she wouldn't see a brother…she'd see an animal, a monster…a freak. But if I tell her, she'll wonder why I've kept this secret from her; best case, she'll be angry at me for keeping her in the dark and would try to fix me somehow. Worst case…

(He closed his eyes and lifted his head up from his palms, inhaling deeply. After a few minutes of silence, he stood up, turned and looked in his duffle bag. He shifted and shuffled a few things around, but still couldn't seem to find what he was looking for.) "Where the hell-?" (Seconds later he stood up and looked around the area he was standing, shaking his head.)

Seriously, where the hell did I put that shirt? (He rubbed the stubble on his face; shortly after it hit him and he remembered where it was.) Damn, I must've left it at the shop…UGGGHHH son of a-(Suddenly his nostrils flared when a familiar scent caught his attention; his eyes narrowed as he slowly turned to his left. It was unexpected to say the least to her standing there just a few feet away.) "*Soft tone* Skye…"

Minutes Earlier

Recovery Room-Patient 486: Simmons, J

Coulson had asked Skye to watch over the Simmons, who was resting in one of the recovery rooms, while he went to take a shower and get some fresh clothes. Without hesitation she agreed and not long after Coulson left, leaving Skye standing there watching her friend. Barely 5 minutes had passed when Agent Melinda May had stopped by and the two talked for a few minutes about some things.

Skye informed May that Simmons was going to be fine and that she was just exhausted from the day's mission. Curious, agent May had asked Skye what exactly happened on the island which prompted Skye to tell her side of things. She told May about how they crash landed due to some sort of device that S.H.I.E.L.D. had apparently been developing that was now being used by Hydra.

May had a hard time keeping her emotions in check, especially when Skye told her about the mass-grave that Trip and Jaxx had found. She could only imagine how horrifying that was and how hard it must've been for Coulson and company to stomach. Skye talked about the old WWII facility that they had found, as well as the gruesome blood-drenched scenes that were inside. Agent May was a veteran agent, trained to compartmentalize her emotions, but that became more and more difficult as the story went on.

Even so, Agent May remained silent, asking no questions, she just sat there and listened until Skye was finished.

May

I can't believe…they were lucky to have made it out of the facility much less off the island. I should have tried harder to stop Phil from going; should have called Hill and told her to get Stark to handle this mess, would've been easier. Thank god everyone glad it out of there alive. Yet another reason to hate Hydra, as if I needed it.

(The two sat there in silence, both staring at the wall across from them. May occasionally glanced out of the corner of her eye, scanning Skye who was staring at her hands. She was fiddling with something, although May couldn't tell what exactly.) "What have you got there?" (May asks, her words shocking the young agent out of her thoughts. Skye replies.) "It's umm…"

(She passes it to May, who takes a closer look.) I've seen this before, but wher- "It belongs to Jaxx." (Skye says. May's eyes widen from shock, but only for a second as she tried to maintain her composure. May looked over at Skye and asked in a curious tone.) "Where did you-" (Skye shrugged as she interjected.) "I don't know. He must've have slipped it into my pocket before he decided to go all "Army of One" on those things."

(Skye scoffed and smiled a little as she continued.) "I still can't believe he survived…I mean; I know AC said he was a badass but still…" (May couldn't help but smirk in agreement.) "Never underestimate someone like Jaxx, trust me." (May says as she hands the pendant back to Skye. Once she had it back she clasped it in her hand. Her smile remained for a few more seconds before disappearing.)

She's worried about him and who can blame her. When I first saw Jaxx coming down the cargo ramp… (Her mind flashed back to the moment when the Iron Wing landed. How she stood there with "Mac" beside her, impatiently with a few of the doctors that her and Trip had rescued earlier in the day. As the ramp lowered she caught glimpses, outlines of people standing inside the plane.

Once the ramp was opened her eyes fell first unto Coulson, who had one of Skye's arms over his shoulder. She couldn't help but see how beaten up they were, especially Coulson who had a gash and blood going down the side of his face. Then her eyes fell on Trip and had come stumbling out of the cockpit, his face all bloody and bruised, holding one of his arms. Finally, her laid her eyes upon Jaxx.

He was covered in dirt, and blood; he had cuts and gash's on his face and god only knows where else, but what caught May's attention was who he had in his arms. He stood there in the plane carrying Simmons in his arms; it was a sight that got her heart racing, as her worst fear came to the forefront of her mind.

She remembered how Jaxx placed Simmons gently on the gurney and how he looked when he watched them wheel her off to the infirmary. Mac and one of the doctors took Trip to the with them to get checked out, but Jaxx refused to be looked. Despite her objections, Jaxx still refused to be looked at and eventually Coulson had to step in. She was surprised when he sided with Jaxx and his reasoning behind it was equally as confusing, but she would have to let it slide…for now.

(She snapped herself out of that memory and back into the present. She looked over to see Skye gently rubbing her thumb over the engravings on the pendant itself. May gently nudged Skye with her shoulder and said.) "Why don't you go check on Jaxx, see if he needs anything." (Skye looked up and for a moment her eyes lit up, but only for a moment until she quickly turned to look into the recovery room and back again.) "I promised AC that I'd stay with her incase anything changes."

That's so? I can fix that, simple enough. "I'll stay. I could use the peace and quiet."

Personnel Locker room

Present

Skye

*soft one* Skye…" (Jaxx's tone was calm and neutral, though the surprised look on his face was anything but. Skye stood there, staring at the various scars which had riddled his chest. She seemed overwhelmed by the sheer volume of scars that she didn't even realize that Jaxx had taken a few steps forward.) Jesus…I-I can't believe what I'm seeing…He's covered in scars. (By the time she snapped herself out of her thoughts, he was standing just a few feet from her, looking concerned.)

"Skye-are you okay? (He placed his hands on both of her shoulders, gently squeezing) You look a little pale…". (Her heart started beating faster and faster, her pulse raced and her ears were beginning to throb. She wasn't thinking clearly or even at all; she knew it would be a mistake, but that didn't stop her from grabbing his head and pulling it close. At first their kiss was slow, methodical, an exploration at what is to come.)

(She thought that he would pull away, but was grateful when he didn't; instead, he slid one hand to the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her hair while the other rested on her lower back. Her hands grasped his back, digging her fingernails in deep as her lips slants across his. Suddenly they stopped, long enough for Skye to leap up and wrap her legs around Jaxx's waist, while he cradled one hand on her leg while the other continued to rest on her back.)

(It wasn't long after they resumed their activity, Jaxx began to slowly and gently lower her down onto the bench. As her back rested against the bench, Jaxx's lips moved away from hers and down the side of her neck. The sensation seemed to go on and on, feeling her entire body reverberating for what seemed like hours; it was almost too much for her to bare and suddenly…)

"Earth to Skye, hey…" (Jaxx's voice snapped Skye back to reality where she found her eyes meeting his. He gives her a confusing look shortly before asking.) "Are you okay? You look a little…pale." (Skye chuckles nervously, replying) "Yea, no um…*clears throat* I'm good, yea *nods nervously* good, good."

Relax Skye, it was just-you were daydreaming that's all, wasn't the first time and it won't be the last so, just relax. (Jaxx tilts his head to one side as he looked on, growing curious by the second.) "You sure? Cause your acting a bit flustered." (Skye crinkles her face for a quick second as she says.) "*Scoffs* Me, flustered? No, no not at all I'm totally not flustered, I'm actually immune to fluster."

(Skye's humor fell short, mainly because she wasn't very convincing, at least that's what Jaxx thought. He shot her a subtle smile and states) "You're a bad liar Skye. Hell, your almost as bad as Simmons." Wow that's-very hurtful and insulting, I am totally a better liar than Simmons, by far, so… (Jaxx took a step forward, closing the gap between him and her; they were mere inches from each other, and he was close enough that she could smell his aftershave flowing off of him.)

(Her heart started fluttering and her eyes widened a bit. He clasped both her shoulders in his hands and squeezed them gently, which caused her mind to shoot back to the fantasy she had just a few minutes earlier.) Holy-this can't be happening, is this really happening? (He leaned in slowly until his lips was inches away from hers; that's when her pulse started to race and her heart felt like it was going to explode from her chest.)

"*whispers softly* I can see it; that curiosity in your eyes, it's kinda hard to miss." (His voice was soothing, which only made her long or his kiss even more. She waited for what seemed like a lifetime until finally, her impatience got the better of her and she opened her eyes to an unexpected sight.)

(She was so focused on what she wanted to happen that she didn't even notice as when he stopped touching her shoulders and now; he had taken a few steps back, leaving feeling confused.) What the-what's- (Before she could finish her thought, he looked down at his chest then back at her.) "You wanna know how I got *Waves his hands around the areas of his chest that were covered in scars* these…right? That's why you seem a little…off?"

(Skye didn't realize that she had been holding her breath for so long, not until she released it in one heavy sigh.) Wow, whew that was…intense. Part of her was relieved, mostly at the fact that he didn't actually know what she was thinking, the other part; felt disappointed, cheated even, but regardless she glad to be moving on from the subject.)

(It wasn't until she looked away and down at her feet that she started to chuckle at the idea of what she was daydreaming about. After a few seconds she regained her composure and looked back up at him, only to see him staring back at her, giving her a curious look.) "*clears throat* Sorry it's just-I was remembering something and it was *chuckles nervously* it's a…" (Skye stated. She watched as his expression quickly changed from curious to confused.) "You had to be there…"

(Within seconds the room became filled with an uncomfortable awkward silence. After nearly a minute of unbearable silence, Skye decided to break through the silence with a question.) "So, *points to his chest briefly* how many do you have-scars I mean not…" (She found herself staring at his chest once again, watching as beads of water slid down his chest and down his abs.)

He's really…really ripped-wait no, focus. Keep your mind on task, you have questions and need answers…focus. (Jaxx stands there, wearing a sly smile and nodding as he answered Skye's question.) "Too many if you ask me." (He turned around and flipped the flap of his duffle bag open and started shuffling some things around; part of him could swear that he had a spare shirt hidden away inside somewhere, only to find none.)

(Meanwhile, Skye's eyes widened the second she saw his back, with it, even more scars.) Jeez (Her eyes scanned his entire back, taking note of the different scars which encompassed most of his back.) My god, I can't-how is he still walking around-how is he still alive for that matter? (She did her best to remain silent as she slowly took a step toward Jaxx, who was still searching through his bag.)

What happened to him? How does he- (Suddenly he stopped, and stood back up and turned around, staring at Skye. She stopped dead in her tracks as he stood there unflinchingly, staring into her eyes. She swallowed hard, as she stared into his eyes which seemed to pierce through her, as if he were trying to read her mind.) "It's not as bad as it looks." (Jaxx says, shooting her a half-hearted smile.)

And you say that I'm a terrible liar *scoffs*, but still…I can't even begin to imagine what he went through, what he's been through. I can barely stand seeing the scars on my stomach, from where Ian Quinn shot me; I can only wonder how he feels about his. (Jaxx flipped the flap on his duffle bag down, letting out a disappointing sigh and mumbling to himself.) "Can't believe I didn't pack a spare tee."

(Though he was mumbling to himself, Skye could still hear what he was saying. She turned to her left and opened the locker; reaching inside, she pulled out a grey tee that had been thrown in there recently.) "Here, *she turned to Jaxx, holding out the crumpled up tee* I'm sure Trip wouldn't mind." (Though hesitant at first, Jaxx graciously accepted her offer and took the tee.)

"Thanks. *starts un-crumpling the tee* I owe him one." (Once it was un-crumpled, he started putting it on. He slid his arms into the sleeves slowly, wincing a little with each slight movement. The pain was coming from his ribs, which he assumed were only bruised, but this consensus quickly fell through when he went to slid his head through. A sharp pain shot through him, causing him to grunt out in pain; it was then that he knew that he had at least 3, maybe 4 broken ribs.)

(He tried his best to keep the pain in, trying not to give Skye any cause for concern, unfortunately his grunt had caught her attention and her queries.) "Are you okay?" (Once he had the shirt on, he shot her a smile and a nod and replied through gritted teeth.) "Yeah, just some bruised ribs, that's all." Seriously, does he honestly expect me to believe that…bruised ribs, more like broken.

(Skye folded her arms in front of her chest and stood there for a moment, when suddenly a question popped into her head; it was the same question which had plagued her mind ever since S.H.I.E.L.D. fell and the team went into hiding. Jaxx looked over and saw that she seemed to be staring off into the distance, lost in her thoughts.) "Hey Skye," (She snaps out of her thoughts, turning her attention to Jaxx, who continues.) "Got something on your mind?"

"It's nothing just…" (Jaxx could sense her hesitation, her reluctance to say what is on her mind. He gave her a reassuring look, trying his best to make her feel at ease, even so, she seemed reluctant.) Don't give me that look, it's the same look Coulson gives me when he knows I'm hiding something. "Something's bugging you Skye, what is it?" (Jaxx asks as he takes a seat on the bench; seconds later he motions to the empty space next to him.)

(Skye unfolds her arms and lets them drop to her sides as she decides what exactly she wants to do. She thought about brushing it off and burying it deep down inside, but instead she slowly takes a seat next to Jaxx. She gripped the edge of the bench and breathed out slowly as she stared at the locker in front.) "For the last week I have been driving myself crazy, pushing myself day in and out trying to undo the damage that Hydra has done to. It's-" (Jaxx interjects) "Tiresome."

(Skye looked over at Jaxx who gave her a sympathetic look and a quick smile. Seconds later she looks down at her feet and mumbles,) "Yeah…" (Her emotions were starting to rise to the surface, every ounce of pain every ounce of hate and fear was like a tidal wave crashing against her, yet she kept it in check. After a moment she looks up and finds herself staring at the locker in front of her, thinking.) "Everything that we have done, all the good that we've accomplished as a team has been tainted, by Hydra, by-"

(She stopped herself from saying his name, knowing that even thinking about what he had done to them would only bring up more misery. Jaxx knew who she was referring to, he also knew how much his betrayal hurt the team, how much it hurt her. From her silence he could tell that she had cared about him at one point or another, but now…)

(He thought it best not to say anything, instead he waited for Skye to finish venting. Every emotion that she had, that had been bubbling to the surface had gave way to uncertainty, one which she shared with Jaxx.) "I honestly don't know if…it was worth the price." (Jaxx lets out a heavy sigh, one which Skye catches.)

Great, just-he's sitting here covered in scars and I'm complaining and piling all of my crap to him…Way to go Skye. (Skye lowered her head and couldn't help but feel a bit ashamed for just putting her problems out there, but if anyone understood what she was going through, it was Jaxx. He looked at the locker in front of him and searched deep within himself for the answer that he felt would help her make sense of her dilemma.) "A few years back, before…the Chitauri Invasion in New York and Hydra rearing its ugly head again,"

(She looks up and over, staring at Jaxx intently as she waited on what he was going to say next.) "My squad and I were stationed at a military outpost, just a few clicks outside of Kandahar. We were barely a week in when one of our convoys' was hit; ambushed by a small group of insurgents that was part of a larger force known as The Ten Rings. The convoy was loaded with supplies that, were supposed to be for a local village which was aiding us in our fight against the group."

(Skye remained silent, not knowing much about the group, The Ten Rings. Jaxx rested his elbows on his legs and continued.) "It was the 3rd convoy hit that week; 2 others were hit the week before, both encounters left no survivors." (She could see it in his face, his expression; it was of loss, of a sense of failure, even though he knew that he wasn't responsible. Jaxx continued.)

"Word came down from command the next day, that all convoys to the village, were to cease. They said that it wasn't worth losing more soldiers…" (Skye's heart sunk a little,) I couldn't even imagine… (She looked away for a moment, before looking back and saying.) "It must've been difficult, for them to come to that decision." (Jaxx chuckled a bit and replied) "I'm sure it was, but they didn't have all the information. You see, the village in question consisted of mainly old men, women and children."

"*low tone*My god," (Skye says, once more she looks away as her mind tried to comprehend such a tough decision. Meanwhile Jaxx continued to regale her.) "Officially the whole base was ordered to stand down, unofficially…" (He paused for a moment, recalling the decision that he had made, a decision that he would never forget.)

"There was one last attempt, to try a get the supplies to the village. The Base commander wasn't about to order his troops to go on a suicide run, so…12 of us volunteered and we were off the next day." (He looked down at his feet. Skye looked at him and saw the wanderlust written on his face. She asked) "What happened…with the supplies and the village?"

(Jaxx lets out a heavy sigh and gave her an answer.) "It was tough, but we managed to get the supplies to the village. On top of that, we managed to push the insurgents out of the area. But it came at a heavy cost…" (Skye could see the light in his eyes dim a little and she knew. She asked) "How many…did you lose?"

(Jaxx gulped heavily before answering.) "12 of us went out…only 5 of us came back. One of the survivors was a recruit…Private Jack P. Borrows. He asked me, if it was all worth it…" (Skye hesitated to ask, but found herself unable to stop herself from asking.) "What did you say?" (Jaxx nodded then turned to her and replied.) "I told him, that there are things in this world, that are worth the risk, but require sacrifice. Protecting people…is worth the price."

(His soulful hazel eyes locked with her brown doe eyes, before he looked down at his chest and stating.) "Each scar I have, represents a life that I've saved, not because I had to, but because it was the right thing to do." (He sits up straight and sports a strange smile, as if he had just told himself a joke.) "You probably don't know but…I was at the Triskelion when it all went down."

(Jaxx said) Wait, hold-a-sec; you were at the Triskelion, with Captain freakin America and Black Widow?! (He could see the amazement in her eyes, which caused his smile to grow even more.) "I remember what he said, just before everything fell. "The price of freedom is high, but it's a price that I'm willing to pay." *chuckles a bit*"

"Wow," (Skye says with a smile slowly creeping across her face.) "That's…inspiring." (Jaxx continued to smile as he nodded in agreement. He retorted) "It was, and it's true. Whether it's a kid from Brooklyn, who would later grow into a living legend, or a petite yet perky little hacktivist turned level 1 agent; all of us have the choice, to either let someone fight for our freedom, or we can choose to fight for ourselves."

Wow, that actually makes sense…not bad for a grunt. It was Coulson-esqe. (She takes his words to heart and thought she wouldn't admit it, she was inspired. She sat up straight and shot him a smile as she graciously said.) "Nice, very nice speech." (Jaxx shrugged and replied) "Well, I hope it helped."

(Skye nodded and stated) "I think it did, so thanks." (The two share a smile for a minute, before she stood up.) "I'm going to go check in on Trip and see how he's doing. After I was thinking of getting something to eat, you want in." (Jaxx nodded and replied) "Sounds good. *Stands up*" (The two walked side by side out of the locker room; just before exiting Skye looked over and asked.) "Petite, really?"

(He shot her a smile and replied jokingly) "And perky, don't forget perky." (She lets out a small laugh as she replies) "Oh how can I forget…"