Hey y'all, I know I'm INSANELY late, so sorry about that. BUT this is here now so... yay? I have a butt ton of chapter ideas around like 15 or 16, so I just need to build the story up to that point. I swear I'll be back soon-ish!
Thank you for all of your continued support!
(also, my friend Ashley helped me with the chapter for this because I was HELLA stuck, so ty Ashley uwu)
Warnings: swearing and slight angst :P

"Tony, Tony, TONY DON'T!" Natasha begged as she tried to hold back a very pissed off billionaire.

"LET ME GO NAT!" He roared, charging past her and running over to the door. "JARVIS OPEN THE DOOR"

"Yes Mr. Stark" The AI replied, as the noise of the doors parting granted Tony access to the rest of the building.

"Shit." Nat murmured, watching as he sped through the doors and up the stairs. She knew Tony would have some type of reaction when she told him, but hadn't expected it to be this big.
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"On your left"

"God dammit Steve!" Skye moaned as the super soldier sprinted passed her.

"On your right"

"THAT'S IT IM DONE" She yelled in defeat, watching as both of her soulmates ran off without her. Note to self: stop running with Steve and Bucky.

Skye pulled out her phone, typing a quick message to Steve letting him know that she'd meet them back at the tower.

- 4 hours later -

Skye was cuddled up to her soulmates watching Supernatural when the noise of a door crashing open caught their attention. She didn't even have enough time to pause the show before Tony started screaming.

"HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME?!" He demanded, giving Skye a death stare.

Bucky growled and stood up in front of Skye defensively, Steve following him. "I strongly suggest you calm down, Tony."

"IM NOT GOING TO FUCKING CALM DOWN MY DAUGHTER IS AN ASSASSIN AND I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW ABOUT IT!"

She held in a sob as she maneuvered between the couches and snuck out of the room. She knew Tony would kick her out at some point. It was bound to happen. Not even her own father could love her. Her first thought was to run. She needed to leave the tower, leave the life that she had hoped was normal.

But she couldn't.

She loved Steve and Bucky too much to do that.

Holy shit she loved Steve and Bucky!

Wiping the salty tears from her face, Skye rushed towards the stairway, figuring that she had about 5 minutes before they realized she was gone.

Her feet carried her down the lit hallway, half blind, her vision covered by the tears and hair in her face. She stumbled through the floor with no sense of direction or time, her hands placed over her eyes to hide her tears.

You should have left when you had the chance, this isn't worth tears. You already knew you didn't deserve this life her brain whispered as she slumped down the wall, her eyes on the marble floor watching as her tears dropped onto the tile.

He hates me. She was sure of it.

Skye took a deep breath, trying to gather herself, and stood up. She didn't know where she was going, but she needed to get out of the tower, at least for a little.

"BANG!"

Out of nowhere came a grate the size of her torso, falling onto the tile in front of her. Startled, she looked up to see the start of a purple, leather clad leg poke out of the now uncovered ceiling vent.

A tan man with a crew cut dropped in front of her, his back facing towards her. The purple leather of his suit was ripped, and his hair was covered in dirt and grime.

Upon instinct, Skye crouched into a fighting position, not knowing who this strange man, that had seemingly dropped from the ceiling, was.

Knowing she had to do something, Skye kneed him in the stomach and brought her hand down on the back of his neck. He dropped to the floor and laid there, like a limp rag doll. Skye dusted her hands off as if to signify a job well done, then stepped over his seemingly lifeless body.

Suddenly, a hand shot up and jabbed at a pressure point in her leg and she let out a cry. Her body crumpled to the floor and landed on top of the assailant.

Skye groaned with displeasure, knowing that she must have accidentally hit him in the shoulder, not the neck.

That could have been a fatal mistake she fumed, rolling off the unknown man.

"You know, you could have just asked for my name before you whooped my ass." the strange man grumbled as he rubbed his neck, a welt forming.

Skye shot away from him, placing her back against the cool wall behind her. She closed her eyes, tears still streaming down her face, preparing for the worst. Instead, she felt a hand come to rest on her shoulder.

"Hey, you alright girlie?" A gruff voice called, as warmth washed over her. She had just beat his ass, and he was asking her if she was alright.

Skye rubbed her eyes dry and blinked to focus on the man in front of her. "uh yea, thanks" she murmured, taking in his full person.

His eyes looked worn out, as if he hadn't slept in years. His body was covered in a purple and grey suit, looking as if at some point it had been made of leather, though now it was mostly made of rips.

He looked sympathetically down at her and offered her a hand up. "The name's Clint."