Skye POV

She desperately grabbed at the sheets, trying to pull them over her head and hide. What had she done? She should have left the tower when her gut told her to.

"I thought you were dead." Her dad looked like he had seen a ghost, because he probably thought he had. "You LET me think you were DEAD!" he was angry now, and she didn't blame him. She went to speak, but he continued. "You left in the middle of the night, and I NEVER heard from you!"

"Dad I-"She started, but he interrupted her again.

"Yes. Go on, explain to me why my 16-year-old daughter left in the middle of the night, never called me, and then shows up in MY building 10 years later. I'd love to hear this story." She looked to Steve and Bucky trying to get them to help her, but they stared back at her with shock. She should have known that her Dad would find her at some point – even if he didn't mean to. Her eyes met his, pleading him to stop, to not expose everything she had erased from her past. He looked away from her, to Steve and Bucky, "I want her out of my tower. Now." He stormed out, with Steve screaming after him.

"TONY that's not fair. She's your daughter you can't just throw her out!" her dad ignored him, causing Bucky to join Steve. Now she was alone.

She could hear the thundering footsteps of her soulmates as the sprinted down the hallway. Then, the footsteps stopped. Skye assumed that they had cornered her dad, and now they had no choice but to talk. As she heard the screaming, her suspicions were confirmed.

"You throw her out, we walk." Bucky threatened.

"I'm quite alright with that." Her father countered. Skye listened to their banter for 5 minutes before she realized that it wasn't going to stop unless she did something.

She heaved herself out of bed, surprised by how much harder it was now than when she had tried to run away. As she stood up, her body tried to collapse, but with her flailing arms, she caught onto her IV drip pole and used it as a cane. Slowly, but surely, she moved to the door and pushed it open with her free hand.

Skye trudged along the hallway until she saw her soulmates, and her father. She saw her dad's eyes glance from Steve, to her, and Steve followed his gaze.

"Skye what the hell are you doing out of bed?!" Steve demanded.

Bucky looked at him with a smirk before murmuring, "language." Receiving a glare from Steve. He turned back to her. "Doll, you need to go back into your room and let us handle this."

Skye looked at him and sighed. "I have to get out of here anyway, might as well be doing something useful." Her father looked… worried?

She continued walking towards the elevator, passing Steve and Bucky who stood, wide eyes, staring at her. He head was turned away from them when her dad spoke, "Skye I didn- "

Skye cut him off, "No, Tony. I know exactly what you meant." He could hear his sigh at her use of his first name, but she didn't care. She was almost past him when her feel caught in the long IV line, and she tripped, falling face first towards the ground. She braced herself until… she wasn't falling anymore?

Her head turned to the person who had caught her, and she looked her father straight in his eyes. She thought he would steady her and send her on her way, but instead he pulled her into his arms.

"Skye I'm so sorry. I got so caught up in how much I missed you, that I didn't think about the fact that you're here now." Skye teared up.

"I love you, Dad."

"I love you too, Blue." Suddenly, he glanced up beyond her and she felt herself being lifted upward, until her chocolate brown met Steve's bright blue eyes.

She looked sheepishly at him, "Hi." He smiled at her, finally carrying her and setting her in the bed once more. Bucky bent down to kiss her forehead, and she felt like she belonged somewhere. For once, she wondered if maybe, this would work out.