Skye awoke to loud voices outside her "hospital" room. Her head was pounding, but she ignored it and tried to hear the conversation.

"FOR GOD'S SAKE, STEVE!" Her father's voice echoed through the sterile hallway outside her window. "SHE'S MY DAUGHTER."

"Tony, she asked me for some alone time, that's what I'm giving her. We need to respect her choices if she's going to stay here." Steve tried to reason with him, but failed.

"I'M GOING IN THERE AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME."

"We both know that's not true." He countered.

Skye reached over to press the assistance button, hoping that at least one person who responded could get her unruly family to stop their bickering. As three nurses rushed through the door, she could hear Tony and Steve's muffled worry, and their final decision to follow them into her room.

"Doll, what's wrong?" Steve asked her, rushing forward to grasp her hand. Tony moved forward as well, pushing Steve away and holding her other hand.

"I… I missed you." She lied. Skye couldn't bear to tell them that she had worried them for some stupid pain in her head.

"How's your head, Blue?" Her father looked at her sympathetically.

"Its fine."

"You want anything?" Steve waited for her response, but instead of words, her stomach rumbled. He chuckled. "Food?"

Skye pushed herself out of bed and swung her legs onto the floor. Quickly, she stood up and took a couple steps, but not before she was grabbed by Steve.
"I'll get it." She told him, leaning away from his grip.

"Skye. We both know that's not going to happen."

"I'll get it, Steve."

"Doll, just let us help you."

"I. CAN. GET. IT." She insisted, using all her strength to speed walk out of the room.

Steve and Tony looked at where she had been, shocked by how fast she was.

"I'm going to go talk to Bruce, see when she can get out of here." Tony nodded his consent.

"If she keeps leaving, I swear to God I'm going to build handcuffs and attach her to me." Steve chuckled, not realizing he was dead serious.

Skye felt bad for running from Steve. She knew it was dumb and that he'd be worried, but she couldn't be on bed rest anymore.

She missed Coulson. She missed how he was like her real dad, how he had Lola and worked on her whenever he could.

She missed May. She missed how badass she was and how she was secretly such a mom. She missed their late night drunken babbles after missions.

She missed Simmons. She would understand what had been happening, she would understand why she couldn't tell them.

She missed Fitz. She missed how he hadn't cared when she got powers. How he covered for her. She missed their late-night Doctor Who marathons and her dumb schemes to get Fitz and Simmons together.

Skye held in her tears until they threatened to explode. Her hands blindly reached for a door handle and found one to her left, hastily pulling it open and running inside. Her back sunk against the wall as the door swung closed, and she let everything out.

Steve found Bruce in the science lab, as per usual. He was looking at something under a microscope, and Steve wondered if he should bother him, but realized that Bruce would want to help.

"Hey, Steve." The other man's voice startled him out of his deliberation. "What do you need?"

"I was wondering when Skye can get out of the medical ward and... uhm... well I wanted to…"

"You wanted me to bring up her SHIELD files?"

"Yea…" Steve felt guilty, but needed to know some things that he felt Skye probably wouldn't tell him. Bruce walked over to a computer and typed her name into a search bar. He stopped after writing her first name.

"Do you know her middle name?" He asked, turning to Steve.

"I don't." He looked up towards the ceiling, and called out to the AI. "JARVIS? Do you know what Skye's middle name is?"

"Ms. Stark's full name is Skye Daisy Stark."

"Thanks."

"You are welcome, Captain Rogers."

"Jesus Christ." Bruce's voice caught Steve's attention, causing him to turn around.

"What?"