So, here's one more chapter of fluff for ya'll! Sorry this is so incredibly late. This is has been a tough semester so far, but I think things are finally working out. Life has a way of making things crappy sometimes. and awesome other times. and freaking busy most of the time.

There will still be a one shot raffle for a oneshot among my followers once we hit 100! :) If you get picked (randomly) you can order a oneshot of your choice! :)

Presenting... Fluffiness! Don't worry, things will happen! There will be intense scenes. But we can enjoy the cuteness for now :)
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Do you really think I'd be writing on fanfiction if i did?


"I drew you a picture!"

Skye held up a crayon drawing, pushing it in front of Coulson's laptop screen. He jumped slightly. Fury had asked him to do some data analyzing and it had consumed his entire day.

"Skye, I'm working…" Coulson took the paper and moved to place it aside when he glanced at it. It was a drawing of him holding Skye's hand. In the background there was a figure with red eyes watching but it was behind a fence, obviously scared of the sword Phil was holding in his hand.

"Do you like it?" Skye beamed.

"I love it. This is going on the fridge," Coulson smiled, sweeping Skye up onto his lap. She smiled and snuggled closer. But after a moment, she grew contemplative.

"That's why I can't go outside, right?" Skye pointed at the crouched figure in her drawing.

"We want you to be safe." And in here there are about twenty alarm systems and protective measures.

"I miss playing outside," Skye sighed. "And Elsa likes being outside too."

"We go outside sometimes," Coulson reminded her.

"Like the toy store!" Skye's eyes lit up with excitement.

"Exactly."

They were silent for a moment, Coulson's mind drifting back to his work, when Skye spoke up again.

"I'm hungry."

"Tell May, honey, she can get you something."

"I don't know where she is."

And then Phil remembered that May was at a meeting.

And that he was supposed to go grocery shopping and had completely forgot.

So they had no food except ice cream in the freezer and there was no way Coulson was going to feed that to Skye. Sugar tended to send her into a craze.

"I forgot about dinner," Phil groaned, glancing at the clock, which told him it was 6:17 already.

"I know," Skye informed him solemnly. "Can we go to McDonalds?"

Phil looked at her charming smile and wondered briefly if the situation had been partly orchestrated by Skye. After all, why had she allowed him to work for several hours without interruption and had only finally shaken him out of his work coma when it was past the time they usually ate? He had to remember that Skye was sometimes a little scheming and very smart, although always very sweet.

"Did you purposefully not remind me earlier that we were supposed to go grocery shopping?" Coulson asked suspiciously.

Skye's smile widened.

"No." Her large chocolate eyes blinked innocently.

"Liar." Phil tickled her, causing her to giggle. "Alright, we'll go to McDonalds. But let's keep this a secret from May."
"Yay!" Skye cheered, jumping off Phil's lap and running to get Elsa. "Wait, why can't we tell May?"

"Because I don't think she'd be a fan of McDonalds."
"But you get a free toy," Skye protested, letting Coulson help her put on her raincoat.

"That is very appealing, but somehow I don't think that would sway her."


"Chicken nuggets, chicken nuggets, Phil I want chicken nuggets," Skye tugged at Coulson's sleeve.

"How about something that we can actually recognize as meat…" Phil suggested.

"No," Skye shook her head.

"Fine. But what's the deal?"
"Don't tell May," Skye recited obediently. "I want a toy."

"Um how do I order that?" Coulson desperately scanned the menu lit up above the ordering counter.

"A Happy meal, silly!" Skye smiled, holding tightly to Phil's hand. He noticed how she tensed slightly whenever anyone walked past them.

"Hmm you seem to know a lot about McDonalds," Coulson commented.

"Jill took me here sometimes after school."

"Who's Jill?"

"Foster mom. Sometimes she was nice. Sometimes she'd yell. Or throw things. But she felt bad afterwards." Skye's face betrayed no emotion at her statement and Coulson was cut off from responding because it was his turn to order.

As they stood and waited for their food, Coulson noticed how Skye was gazing at the play structure inside the restaurant.

"Do you want to play?"

"I'm scared," Skye sighed quietly, holding his hand tightly.

"I'll be right here," he assured her. "You can try it and come back if you don't like it."
"What if someone takes me?"

"I'll be right here."

"Okay." Skye's face took on a look of determination. Her hand slipped out of Phil's and he watched with a great amount of pride as she went to the play structure and began climbing around like the monkey she was.

Coulson's smile faded as he sudden became aware of the man standing beside him also intently focused on Skye's little figure.

The man noticed his protective look and grinned.

"She's a pretty little thing." His dark eyes were almost predatory as they flickered back to Skye.

The growing feeling of sickening unease grew in Phil's gut.

"She's my little girl, and I don't want you staring at her." The words slipped out before Coulson even knew what he was saying.

"Ooh Papa bear, huh?"

"Phil!" Skye came running out of the play structure, halting Coulson's response. "Has our food come?"

The man reached out and touched Skye's beautiful dark hair with a large rough hand.

"Hi beautiful, what's your name?" he grinned.

The punch was not exactly intentional. Coulson didn't mean to knock the man out.

It just sort of happened.

"What is the deal?" he asked Skye, rubbing his bruised knuckles as he pulled into the driveway of their house.

"Don't tell May," Skye smiled, finishing her last chicken nugget. She seemed very un-phased by the violence she had seen Phil perform. Because after all she had thought "that wasn't a very nice man, was he?" and Coulson had agreed while practically dragging her out of the fast food place.

"Right."

They walked into the house. May was sitting at the living room table, working on her laptop.

"Guess what May! Phil forgot dinner so he took me to McDonalds and then he punched this guy there so hard he fell asleep and then we had to grab our food and run away. And I got this in my Happy meal!" Skye held up the small race car up proudly.

"Hmm, my phone's ringing, gotta go," Phil fled the room.

"Coulson!"

But May couldn't be mad for very long, not with the way Skye's sparkling laugh filled the air.


"Is Phil going to be bald someday?"

The question had come randomly. Skye was curled up next to May on the couch, drawing, Elsa tucked under her arm.

May couldn't help it. She laughed at the absurd question and the image that followed in her mind.

Looking over at Skye, she realized the five year old was studying her curiously.

"You have a pretty laugh and smile."

"Thank you." May's face was already back to its even expression.

"Why don't you smile more?" Skye reached up to play with a strand of May's hair.

May was silent, frozen, caught completely off guard by the innocent question.

"It's hard to smile sometimes," Skye sighed.

"It is. And some people are better at smiling than others." May got off the couch and knelt in front of Skye, making strong eye contact with her. "Some people are full of joy and they make other people happy. You're one of those people. You help people like me see the beauty in the world."

"I want to be strong, like you," Skye said softly. "I don't want to be scared of anything."

"I'm not invincible, Skye. I am scared of things. And I don't want you to be like me," May told her. "I want you to be just who you are."
Skye hugged May tight and they stayed silent for a moment.

"Elsa too?" Skye finally broke the silence with a grin.

"Elsa too," May smiled.

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The word that came to Coulson's mind when he watched Skye play with her toys was resilient.

He could not imagine what Skye had gone through. She was so little, so seemingly fragile and yet, here she was smiling and talking to her dolls.

There was a certain strength in the tiny girl that he could not even begin to understand.

And God, she was so beautiful. He knew she would later on be a heart breaker… Those huge brown eyes…

She was smart, too. Their miniature math and reading lessons had shown him that. He wasn't exactly sure where she was supposed to be at but he was pretty sure she was ahead.

"Phil?"

He looked up to see May standing in the doorway.

"Can I talk to you?" Her dark eyes darted to Skye then back to his face.

"Sure." Phil quickly got up and they moved to the kitchen. "What's up?"

"Message from Fury. They've had a hit on Centipede. They've found another lab."

"And?" Coulson quickly became serious.

"They only managed to capture two lower down assistants. But they were able to get in before they could evacuate all the information and chemicals. They found several vials of Skye's blood. There were traces of an unknown drug in some of the vials. It seems they are still experimenting with her blood and DNA." May's face was emotionless but Coulson knew her well enough to be able to tell from her posture that she was worried.

"They think they've found another lab and Fury wants us to be there."

"What about Skye?" Coulson frowned, glancing over at the room where she was playing with her dolls.

"He suggested we get a babysitter."


"Agent Cambres?"
"No."

"Agent Hanson?"

"Absolutely not."

"Agent Tiaz?"

"Nope. Definitely not."

May looked up from the laptop.

"We need someone," she stated.

"Well none of those agents are fit for watching Skye," Coulson said stubbornly.

May sighed and looked back at the laptop.

"How about Garret?"

Coulson looked up.

"Is he available?"

"I'll contact him."

"Is she really ready for this?" Coulson's brow furrowed.

"I don't think we have a choice. We have to be in Colorado by noon." May's voice held a hind of frustration. "Phil. This has to be done."

Coulson met her gaze.

"You're worried too," he realized.

"There's nothing we can do. We have our orders," May said harshly and stood up and left.


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