Hello friends! I am posting from Iceland! :O

Hopefully that fact will grant me forgiveness for lateness :( Which I apologize for!
We're looking at one or two more chapters.

I might do some oneshots if you have prompts once I finish this story but I haven't decided yet! What do you think?


"What are we going to do when we land?" Skye sat down on the seat.

"You and I are going to stay right on this plane with Trip. Bobbi and Hunter are going to leave for a little bit to get food and other supplies. Fitz and Simmons are getting some things too, since they didn't bring any extra clothes or anything. Phil is going to talk with his friend Mac and they're going to fuel the plane. Then we'll take off again."

"Can I go outside?" Skye asked as May reached for a strap.
"It's too dangerous right now, I'm sorry." May kissed her forehead then pulled the straps down over Skye's shoulders to strap her in.

"No!" A look of pure panic and fear washed over Skye's face as she suddenly fought against the straps. "No, no, no, please, stop…" The little girl was physically shaking, squirming, usually lively brown eyes glazed over.

"Skye," May's eyes widened and reached for the five-year-old, but Skye flinched away violently, so instead she moved to crouch next to the girl. "Skye, listen to my voice. You are safe. You are with me and I'm not going to let anything happen to you. You are safe."

"Getting ready for descent." Tripp's voice filled the loudspeakers.

May carefully reached forward and touched Skye's hair. Skye's breathing began to calm and the terror turned to tears.

"Shhh, it's okay."

"Mommy," Skye sobbed, eyes finally focusing on May again and May let out a sigh of relief as she realized that Skye was aware of her again.

"It's okay." May stroked her hair as Skye burrowed her head into the older woman's silky black hair. "Alright, we need to get strapped in right now Skye, but I'm going to strap you in with me, okay? I've got you."

They moved into a seat and May carefully wrapped the strap around her and Skye, making sure it was wrapping around the little girl correctly.

"I thought I was back in that bad place," Skye whispered finally as the plane began to lower from the sky.

"Mmm." May murmured sympathetically and held her closer, hoping Skye would open up further. She was hopeful after the talk Skye and Bobbi had, the girl already mentioning the lab once or twice when earlier she had pretended it didn't exist.

"They used those things," Skye admitted. "So I couldn't get away."

"How did that make you feel?"

"Trapped."

"Skye, I am so sorry about what happened. But you are never going back there. It was wrong that you felt trapped and scared like that. You know that everyone on this plane will do everything they can to make sure that doesn't happen again, don't you? We will take care of each other and you. And it's okay to be scared. That's why we have each other."

Skye nodded.

"It's like we're a big family," Skye observed.

"Yeah?" May smiled.

"Yeah!" The mischievous glint was back in Skye's eyes and May felt lighter than she had in a long time. "You and Daddy Phil are the mommy and daddy. Then me and Tripp and Bobbi and Jemma and Fitz are your kids!" Skye grinned.

"Oh?" May raised an eyebrow. "And what about Hunter?"
"He's the family dog," Skye said promptly with a smirk

May laughed probably the hardest she had in a couple years.

How had she changed so much? She had just talked someone through a panic attack, soothed a child, now she was laughing out loud… May could see differences in herself. Big differences.

Skye.

She was a different person because of Skye. Her heart swelled with care for the girl. She was different. And she loved that. Life before Skye seemed so… so gray.

Still it was frightening to love one person so much. As an agent, May had taught herself not to hold anyone too close. And now that she had… she was never going to be the same. And if anything ever happened to Skye, May was never ever going to be okay.

May made a silent promise that she would do everything she possibly could, even at her own harm, to protect Skye. In a way, protecting Skye was protecting herself.

Skye and Phil. She had a family. Not a team of agents, not a committee, not a task force, but a family.

She pulled her attention back to Skye who was cuddled against her.

"You said you felt trapped before. How do you feel now?"

Skye considered.

"Maybe a little scared, inside. But that's okay because I feel more happy and safe on the inside than scared."

"Good."

There was a soft bump. They had landed without even noticing.


"I cannot believe you bought that."

"Just focus on the road, Jemma. We have to pick up Bobbi and Hunter and I'd rather not have them pick up us in pieces instead," Fitz's face was pale as Jemma skittered around a turn.

"I mean, we get to a shopping mall for the first time in over a year and the first thing you do is buy a stuffed animal monkey! A monkey!" She glanced over at Fitz who was holding a large stuffed money tightly, face pale, as they swerved to avoid another car.

"Are you even seeing these stop signs? Wait. Do you even have license? And the monkey is for Skye," he managed to defend himself.

Jemma made a scoffing noise in the back of her throat. "I think we both know that's not true."

"Well it is. You don't have to believe me," Fitz said stubbornly. "You'll just be jealous when Skye loves me for getting her a gift."

"I did get her a gift. And it's all for her, not secretly for myself."

"Jemma, you got her a Bunsen burner."

"It's an important tool, Fitz. Very scientific. It will help her learn and we can do experiments in the lab together. She will love it and have so much fun." Simmons glanced in her rear view mirror. "Ugh, please just pass me already!"

Fitz glanced back as well. It was the same black van that had been behind them for the last couple minutes.

"Speed up, I think they're following us." Fitz said tensely. "We've got to get to Bobbi and Hunter."

"Almost there."

Hunter and Bobbi barely had time to jump into the car before Jemma was flooring the breaks and they were zooming off.

"Whoa! What the hell…"
"We're being followed." Jemma announced, face pale, cutting off Hunter.

"And Simmons can barely drive. I don't think she even has an American license. Or a license at all," Fitz finished.

Bobbi was pulling Jemma out of the front seat and taking the wheel before Fitz even finished his sentence.

Meanwhile Hunter pulled out a gun and rolled down a window.

"Whoa!" Fitz yelled. "What are you doing?!"

Hunter stuck his head out the window and began firing.
"What if they're just lost tourists following us or something?!" Jemma shouted. "You can't just shoot at random cars!"

"Duck!" Hunter yelled, pushing the scientist down as bullets peppered the back window.

"Alright, maybe they aren't lost tourists," Jemma gasped.

"It was a nice thought though," Bobbi commented from the wheel, lips twitching upward slightly, turning the car smoothly around a corner while weaving in and out of traffic.

"Bob, they're gaining." Hunter reloaded his gun.

"Alright, everybody hold on!" Bobbi shouted, before suddenly turning the car into a tight alley.

The black car zoomed by, brakes screeching in vain as Bobbi was already onto the next street over and turning again and again and an alley here and there and…

"We lost them." Jemma sighed in relief. "Who do you think that was?"

"I'm not sure, considering we're fugitives from both SHIELD and Hydra at the moment." Bobbi frowned. "Has anyone contacted Coulson?"
"I'm on it." Fitz pulled out a gadget.

They drove in silence.

"Neither Coulson or anyone on the plane is picking up."

"We're almost there." Bobbi and Hunter exchanged a look. "Whatever happens, stay behind us."

"Wait are you pulling out guns?" Simmons' eyes were wide.

"Just stay behind us," Hunter was uncharacteristically serious.

There was only one road to the fueling station and they drove it, waiting to get over the hill.

"Shit."

Black cars were all over the station.

Someone, maybe SHIELD, maybe Hydra, had found them.

"Oh god, they'll get Skye." Jemma whispered what they were all thinking.

Moments later, their car was surrounded.


"Fury." Phil walked casually towards his old friend, seemingly completely at ease despite the multiple guns pointed in his direction. "I have to admit this is an all time low in our friendship.

"I never wanted to do this, Coulson. You've forced me to resort to this."

"The guns are a little overkill, you know I'm not dangerous."

"I know you left us, potentially gave up a Hydra base, gathered a force of rogue agents, and disobeyed orders."

"Did you lose the base?"

"That's not the point, Phil."

"And did you find our present to you in one of the storage rooms?"

"It's still not the point, Phil. It doesn't matter that you took the Hydra base, or that you captured Garrett. This is about trust. You broke it."

"Not to sound like a kindergartener, but you broke mine first. You knew my stance on Skye and you ordered against it anyways. What did you think I would do?"

"Give us the girl. She will be safe."

"You made the call not to stage a rescue mission for her. If we had come any later, she would be dead. You don't get any say in what happens to her." For the first time, Phil's posture shifted, his jaw clenching and eyes flashing with anger. "You try to take her out of the plane and I assure you will have to kill every single one of us before you get to her."
"You never did back down on your convictions." Nick seemed to almost smile.

"And you knew that when you brought me on board."

"Get the hell off!"

Coulson turned to find Hunter and Bobbi pushing agents off and jogging towards him. Nobody was shooting, the agents seeming unsure of what to do. These were after all their friends and fellow agents. These were people who they had gone through missions with, who had saved their lives. Bobbi especially had a long history with SHEILD.

Taking advantage of that, they joined Coulson next to the bus.

"Coulson, they have FitzSimmons," Bobbi informed Coulson. "They took them out at gunpoint, they think they're Hydra."

Almost as soon as she said it, two soldiers dragged the scientists forward, guns at their heads.

Coulson's gaze grew angrier as he saw the two young adults looking at him with wide-eyed frightened looks.

Bobbi, Hunter, and his other agents were not really in danger of being killed. But if the agents thought FitzSimmons were Hydra, they could lose their lives.

"Let them go, they're not Hydra. Without them, you would not have the Hydra base or Garrett." Coulson took a step forward towards Simmons. She was trembling slightly but had a determined look on her face. The soldier holding the gun to her head shifted uneasily.

"Your opinion no longer holds weight," Fury informed Coulson.

"Come on Fury, you know this is between you and me. Let them go. Timothy, please," This time Coulson turned to appeal directly to the soldier holding the gun to Simmons' head.

The soldier met Phil's gaze and slowly lowered his gun. Simmons ran forward and Bobbi quickly pulled the girl behind her protectively.

"The boy too."

The other soldier let Fitz go and he hurried to join his friends, Simmons taking his hand and holding it tightly.

"I know you still trust me as a person, and you respect my judgment," Phil said slowly as Fury stood silently.

"Trust has to be mutual," Fury didn't deny Coulson's claim. "So does respect."

"Alright then, I have a proposal. Why don't you come into the plane and we'll talk this out."

"And why do I need to go into the plane?" Fury raised his eyebrows.

"Because I want the rest of the team to be in on this conversation. And there's someone I need you to meet."

"Who?"

"Her name is Skye."


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