Skyes POV

I'm sat in a briefing. I vaguely recognise that Hunter is talking, but all I can think about is getting out of here and making a sandwich. Mainly so that I have something to do and also to stop my stomach growling at me and performing somersaults.

I consider faking a toilet break – after all this meeting has gone on far too long – but then I hear those words that I will remember, probably for the rest of my life.

"Ward has been elected a Hydra leader." I hear Hunter tell Coulson.

I snap my head up faster that I thought I could, putting my hand on my neck as I feel the muscle pull so badly it feels like it's about to tear and then it stats to heat up.

"You have got to be kidding me." May drawled. I chance a look at her and she looks less than impressed.

"It's almost like they have no standards." Fitz whispers. Loudly.

This makes everyone in the room laugh, except for me. My mind is still reeling from the news that my one time, could have been boyfriend, is now officially my worst enemy. I guess he's been promoted in more ways than one. And then the blow that hurt the most.

"And his new head of security is beyond HOT!"

"Wait, Ward's head of security is a girl?" Fitz asked.

I could see the shock in his face. I let out an involuntary laugh as May and Bobbi both stand up straighter with their arms folded across their chests and turned to face him.

I could see Fitz falter. I mean, it's not like women are incapable of being head's of security. Hunter was completely oblivious to Fitz's discomfort.

"Yeah. She's maybe five seven, five eight at a push and before you ask Bob that was wearing flats. She slim, but an athletic slim not an anorexic slim and her hair. Oh my God her hair. Usually I'm not a fan of redheads, but she was like." Hunter told us, emiting a sigh to demonstrate how well this girl rocked her red hair.

My stomach's churning so badly now and I feel sick so I start to breath in through my nose and out through my mouth, slowly, deeply and hoping no one would see me.

I'm glad Fitz asked though. It would have been humiliating it this redhead was a guy. That would mean I used to major crush on...

... I'm not even going to go there.

"I thought we knew all of Hydra's major players? Where has this girl come from?" May asked.

"Thank you May. I was just about to ask that."

"It seems she's new. I did recognise her though. Don't ask me how."

"Well let's deal with the most imminent problem. What's Ward up to?"

"At the moment it's looking like he's doing assassinations for the other leaders while recruiting for his very own Hydra cell."

"We need to know more on what he's planning and we need to stay one step ahead. He knows us all intimately, granted some better than others,"

My cheeks flush as Coulson reminds me of what happened between us. I look at May and she looks as angry as I should feel. I wonder why I don't feel angry. Maybe angry will come later.

"but still, with Ward calling Hydra's shots we need to stick together and stay safe. He could take us all down at any given point."

We are all dismissed by Coulson and I know I should go and eat. That's what my stomach has been telling me for the last two and a half hours. But I don't.

I head for the gym. I step inside and I am overwhelmed by the stench of stale sweat. We really should get a cleaning rota up in here. I pick up my straps. They're right pink, but only because I know no one else will use them and make them all sweaty and leave them mushed up in a wet ball for me to gross out putting them on.

I tighten the straps a little tighter than usual. I want to make sure that my emotions and responses are working alright. I know my blood should be boiling over Ward, especially seen as though he claimed to love me at one point and has since moved on. Twice. But it's not. I think I expected something like this, maybe not this soon, but betrayal is his middle name. Actually, I know its Douglas. Named after his mom's dad. Yep. I poured over his file trying to find a weakness.

So far?

Zip. Zilch, Nada.

I weave through the various dummies and equipment over to the punch bag and I start to let my fists fly. I hear the door open behind me, but I am in no mood to talk. Just punch.

My fist hits the torn seam of the punch bag and I feel heat in my knuckles, but I still don't stop. Not until I feel someone catch my hand and pull it towards them.

"You know when you get to the blood stage of punching it's time to stop." Simmons tells me.

"It's not that bad."

"Look, Daisy. It's totally weird calling you that. Can't I just keep calling you Skye?"

"No. I need to get used to my real name."

"I know you're angry, but hitting out your feelings isn't going to help anyone. Especially not you."

"You have no idea how I'm feeling."

Of course she doesn't. He hurt me in one of the worst ways imaginable. I can't let anyone in anymore because I'm scared I'm going to get hurt, or worse.

"Of course I do because we are all feeling it. He tossed me and Fitz out of a plane in a box remember! Please stop punching so I can tell you the plan."

"What's the plan?" I concede.

"Coulson's sending someone in under cover." She tell me as she starts to unwind the straps from my hands.

"As long as it's not under Ward's covers." I say before I can tell my mouth to stop.

A/N: No I haven't forgotten about any of you... I just had a lot on at work (working almost 12 hours a day for a number of weeks straight isn't conducive to writing - my brain fried and my imagination along with it... now I'm back and will try to update as much as I can!