Skye's POV

"I'm afraid this might scar," Jemma said as we all stood around and watched as she patched up Ward.

"Upside, you'll look badass, dangerous," I told him.

Fitz leaned in and looked at Ward's face closely and worried.

"He's gonna be fine, though, right?" He asked.

"He will if you back up and give me some room.," Jemma replied as she pushed him out of the way.

"So what then?" Coulson asked as we listened to Ward tell us what had happened since he had left us.

"By the time we got to The Fridge it was too late. It was overrun, Hydra everywhere. We couldn't stop them," Ward said as Coulson nodded.

"What were they after?" May asked.

"Everything. They took weapons, alien artifacts – Anything they could grab," Ward answered.

Cut back to the present.

"I assume that means the prisoners are no longer prisoners?" Coulson wanted to know

Ward nodded and Coulson grimaced and lowered his head upset. I frowned.

"So...Ian Quin..." I said as my hand went straight to my stomach again. I mean sure I had been shot before several times over the years but what Ian Quinn had done was worse. None of the Hydra guards had ever shot me so up close and personal. And it had come as a total shock.

"I'm sorry. He's out," Ward said as he looked at me. "They all are."

"And Garrett? Did he get away?" Fitz asked.

"Couldn't stop them from taking The Fridge but I wasn't gonna let Garrett walk. Not after what he did," Ward said.

"Is he the one that did this to you?" I asked.

"He was one tough son of a bitch," Ward confirmed with a nod.

"Was"? Past tense?" May noted.

"As soon as I had the upper hand I put two in the back of his head," Ward told her.

"Good," Fitz said. I frowned, something seemed off but I couldn't figure out what.

"One from me..." Ward looked over to Trip. "One from you."

"I would've emptied the mag," Trip said.

"You're all set. Well, I mean, as set as you can be with two cracked ribs and a zygomatic fracture," Jemma said.

"Uh, for those of you that don't know what that is, it's a –" Fitz started to explain.

Trip spoke at the same time as he did, their words overlapping.

"A hairline fracture to the cheekbone."

Fitz gave him a surprised look and Trip smiled. I could tell Fitz was just jealous because he thought Jemma liked Trip more than him but I knew that wasn't true.

"Your body needs time to heal. Please take some time," Jemma told Ward.

"Understood. Thanks. Ah. One small victory," Ward said as he held up my hard drive. "Hydra didn't get their hands on this."

"A hard drive?" Trip asked, not understanding.

"It's all the research our team's ever done, downloaded off the plane and encrypted for safekeeping," I told him.

"We should probably back it up now that we're in a secure facility," Ward said.

"First, Skye, I need you on threat assessment. Pull up a list of all the inmates at The Fridge. I want to know just how bad this is," Coulson said.

I nodded and left to go do just that.

"This is really, really bad. Quinn is the least scary of the bunch and he shot me...twice!" I said as I stared at the files before me.

"Quinn's more of a sociopath. A lot of those inmates are full blown psychopaths. Violent, impulsive," Coulson said.

"And some with superpowers. Lovely," I commented.

"Is Marcus Daniels on the list?" I looked over at Coulson but typed on my laptop all the same. I glanced up at Coulson then turned my laptop around so he could look at what I had pulled up.

"That's him. Cross check the list of inmates with crime databases, recent activity," Coulson instructed.

I turned the laptop back around so I could work on it.

"I got a feeling we'll be seeing a slight uptick," Coulson said.

"Okay, but that'll take time and more computing power than my laptop. Agent Koenig probably has some sort of –" I started to say. Coulson was already nodding his head.

"I'm sure he'll lend a hand," Coulson said before looking over at Ward. "The plane you flew in on, is it operational?"

"Yeah. You need me to pilot?" He made a grimacing face and grunted when he stood holding his rib cage.

"You heard Simmons, you stay and get better. I'm gonna take a splinter team out and start going after inmates on that list, starting with Mr. Daniels. I think I know where he's going."

"Uh, you sure it's wise to split up the team, leave this base? What if it's part of Hydra's plan, a distraction?" May warned.

"She's got a point. I mean, Fury brought you to this base for a reason. We're safe here," I pointed out.

"Yeah, we're safe here. But what about everyone else? People who don't happen to have access to a top secret underground shelter?" Coulson argued. Ugh I hated that he made a good point. "What about them? I don't know if it's wise, but it's right. I'm taking a team, and that's the end of it."

"All right. Just gonna need you guys to answer a few questions. A few psychoanalytic, non-sequitur questions," Eric Koenig told us as he showed off the chair in front of him.

"A lie detector," Coulson asked.

"The lie detector, Agent Coulson. This baby measures Galvanic skin responses, oxygen consumption, micro-expressions, biofeedback brain waves, pupil dilation, voice biometrics –" He laughed happily. "96 variables in all. Fury designed this himself. He wanted a lie detector Romanoff couldn't beat." I grinned as I thought about the redhead.

"Did she?" Ward asked.

Koenig laughed again.

"Like Fury would tell!" I snickered. I couldn't wait to ask her what the real answer was! Assuming we all made it out alive.

"Okay. The sooner we get this done the sooner we can get to work," Coulson said. "So who wants to go first?" I frowned as I thought about how much Keonig might know about me. I didn't want to have to talk about my imprisonment with Hydra. And I knew Fury knew about it because he had been the one to debrief me right after I escaped. The question was, whether he had told anyone else about me and if he had some secret file on me.

"What is your first name?" Koenig asked me.

"Skye."

"And what is your last name?"

"Only name. No family. No family name to inherit," I replied.

"And you gave yourself the name Skye?"

"Well, the only nickname anyone ever called me growing up was 'Angel' and I didn't think that was something worth sticking with..." I grumbled.

Koenig smiled just a bit.

"When we were kids my brother and I used to give each other nicknames. He called me Lightening Foot."

I chuckled as I continued to answer his questions.

"Have you ever heard of Project Insight?"

"No."

"You wash up on a deserted island alone. Sitting on the sand is a box. What is in that box?"

"I want to say my laptop fully charged. But I don't want to seem subversive with the Rising Tide and all –" I said slowly.

"You're overthinking it," Koenig pointed out.

"My laptop would be stupid anyway, there's no wi-fi."

"Shield no longer exists. The Agency has been labeled a terrorist organization. So why are you here?"

"It's the only home I've ever known," I told him honestly. Koenig looked down at the monitors then up at me with a smile.

"Congratulations, Agent Skye. Let's go get you a lanyard."

I smiled pleased.

"I also wanted to ask you if you could help me with something! Non-Shield related" I told him as I started to explain my plan for Steve's birthday. I knew that with everything going on it was going to be hard to pull off but I also knew that the world could sorely use some positivity in these dark times and it was also Steve's first birthday after having woken up from the ice, not to mention 4th of July! So I thought it would be a cool idea to use social media like I had once told Ward about when I first joined the team. To unite people from across the world. I had already started using my new social media accounts to have everyone spread the word and send in their stories and messages so that I could use the day to help families (specifically military and Shield etc) contact their loved ones and let them know they were alright and thinking of them.

I was pleasantly surprised when Eric expressed interest in the idea and thankfully offered to help me set everything up on timers so that I could actually have everything uploaded onto the internet throughout the day of without having to do anything - but in such a way that it would look like a live event. All I needed to do now was record everything. I had the music part all ready to go I just needed to teleport to my chosen locations and record the video and then as Eric suggested prerecord a fake livestream that would then air at midnight on July 4th - each song in the video being uploaded as I went through the whole album in the stream. I was really hoping it would turn out well - I just wasn't so sure. Though Eric was super sweet trying to convince me it was a great idea. Especially when I asked him to include photos of Mike Peterson's kid and Talbot's as well since they followed the Avenging Angel on social media I thought it would be nice for them to be able to reach out to their parents in one of the few ways that they could considering everything that was going on.

"Got my backstage pass!" I told Ward as I passed him in the hallway a few hours later. Deciding not to mention that I had been working on my personal project for Steve with Eric for a little while.

"Piece of cake?" He asked looking down at my lanyard.

"If you don't mind talking about yourself. So you'll hate it. Have fun!" I said as I smirked at him then dashed off to the secret back exit that Koenig had showed me and then teleporting to grab my camera equipment then flashing around to different locations to film what I needed. I had spilled the beans to Coulson and he had actually agreed to let me use Lola in one of the music videos! I couldn't believe it when he handed me the keys. It was like a father-daughter moment if there ever was going to be one in my life.

"Here's something. Police report out of Morocco, attempted murder. The victim says the guy appeared out of nowhere, disappeared into thin air," I told Eric as I stood in front of a bank of monitors looking at all of the people who had escaped the Fridge.

"Yeah, you just described every mugging, ever." He told me.

I sighed then noticed him working on something, I tilted myself to look over his shoulder. It was a layout of Providence with red blinking dots. The dots were labeled with the names of the people still on the base, he was tracking us. I looked down at my lanyard then back to Koenig. I took my lanyard off and dropped it, causing an alarm from Koenig's tablet and he turned to look at me. He looked down at the lanyard then back up to me and rolled his eyes.

"Aren't you clever?"

"Aren't you sneaky?" We grinned at one another. "Using these to keep watch on all of us." Suddenly a thought came to me. I looked at the monitor then down to the floor thinking. Eric quickly looked to the monitors then back at me.

"What?"

"We have been killing ourselves trying to guess where these guys went. But what if we could see it, get visuals on where the prisoners went after leaving The Fridge?" I said.

Eric laughed at me.

"That's a good idea, but, uh, right now Shield sat surveillance is dark," he told me.

"Ours are not the only ones up there," I pointed out.

"Well the only other satellites in the vicinity that could have –" He cut himself off and rolled his eyes knowing where I was going with this.

"The NSA. You want to hack the NSA?"

I nodded and he chuckled nervously.

"That's a bad idea, Skye. That's a terrible idea. The NSA's already got Shield on its watch list. Why poke the bear? The big, scary, waterboarding bear?"

"Ohh! I thought you were a comms agent, not agent of playing video games while hiding in a bunker!" I teased him.