Skye always hated school, although it's probably because she went to so many. Being an orphan who was constantly moved around by shield (unknowingly she might add) she always had to join the middle of the semester. She was always the new girl. She had never progressed further than that, stuck on level 1 in the perverse game that is the American education system.

After she left high school, she thought that it was over. Skye remembered her first day officially on the bus, she had made a joke about the first day of school, yet now it really was. She drove through the gates in a nondescript looking car, which shield had loaned her, and found the car park. She noticed reinforced vehicles, and even a tank. Wow, she thought, they really take drills seriously here. The academy had joined all three divisions after the shield fallout, as they had lost a few bases, so they were all on a large campus, different trainees, mingling together. Skye liked it, it was more of a community, less of the rivalry. It would also make her job easier, having everyone on one campus, maybe that's why Coulson made it that way, to keep a better eye on everyone.

Skye walked across the grounds, ignoring the few stares she got on her way, and made her way to the offices, to get her dorm key, map and schedule.

'Er hey, I'm Skye, I'm joining operations today.. Oh and here's my lie detector test results.'

A blank faced woman looked up, barely acknowledging her as she handed her the required paperwork, and took the envelope containing Skye's results. You were supposed to take the test before being admitted to the academy, of course, Skye didn't have to, but she had to keep up appearances.
Skye looked at the information she had been given, and made her way to her dorm. As it was half way through the semester, she would get her own room, which was a relief to Skye, she didn't want to pretend 24/7, at least she could relax in what downtime she had.

Skye unpacked, loading her small luggage in her dresser, and placed what personal items she had on a shelf. As she wasn't 'Agent Skye', but Skye Daniels, she had pictures of random people, things that would belong to a normal 24 year old. The one thing she had brought of her own, was a small knife Natasha had given her, the day she had matched her in a spar, saying that she was ready to wield it, that it would always protect her. Skye did not place this on the shelve, instead, she slipped it into her boot.

There were no lessons that evening, so she just had a meal and free time. Using the map of the campus, she made her way to the canteen. She heard the chatter of people talking and eating as she went through a corridor and soon found the right room. It was large, holding the 300 students and the 60 teachers at long tables, and a serving station. As she walked in, a hush came over the students, seeing as no one had actually met her yet.

She stoically went to the plates, and began getting herself some food. As she turned round, she saw the hundreds of curious looks turned her way. Just like high school, Skye thought. She walked over to a partially empty table and sat down, a few seats from everyone, and began to eat. She once again ignored the stares, until, it became unavoidable. 6 or so muscled students sauntered over to her, and assumed the seats around her.

'So you're the newbie here.'

Skye gave a blatant glare at the one who spoke. He was the largest, and she presumed, the ringleader.

'Obviously.'

He assessed Skye before saying,

'I'm guessing communications.'

'Close. I am a hacker, but I already know about that, so they put me up for operations,' she answered, starting to get irritated by this guy.

He once again gave her a calculating look.

'I find that hard to believe, you hacker types live behind a screen, at the first sign of danger, you cower behind your computer.'

'I can handle myself.'

'Wow, mysterious, I bet you don't even last a few days.'

He reached for her food, attempting to steal a fry, but before he could reach her plate, she whipped the knife from her boot and slammed it between two of his fingers. A whisper ran through the room and Skye realized everyone had been listening. She looked around at the stares and shrugged, picking up a fry and munching on it, as the guy hastily moved his hand away.

'Okay, okay, I'll bite. What's your name? I'm Brett.'

'Skye Daniels.'

'Well, Skye, I'll keep in mind to stay away from your food.'

Skye chuckled, relaxing. At least the scare tactic had worked, Coulson had warned her that people would doubt her from the get go, the knife trick earned their respect for now, but it wasn't enough to prove herself. She would have to up her game, but at least people wouldn't show her open hostility.
She chatted with people on her table, making sure to remember names and personality traits, not forgetting her mission. She found out that they had replicated the boiler room here, and she spent the night mingling, meeting people from all the divisions, till she went back to her dorm, knowing that the hard work started tomorrow.

The morning would be spent training, in 'Miss Romanov's' class, and in the afternoon, she had covert training, learning all there was to espionage.
She reached her dorm and collapsed on her bed, and thought about Tasha, she had only gotten a glimpse of her at dinner, and she seemed relaxed, happy. Skye was relieved,and she went to sleep with a smile on her face, knowing she would be face to face with her girlfriend tomorrow, even if it was as strangers.

Natasha chuckled as she and the other teachers watched Skye bring a knife between Brett's fingers.

'She's got balls, I'll give you that.' A teacher beside her said, she couldn't help but agree.

The next day, after her work out, she called her students to attention. She had already been here 3 weeks before Skye arrived, so as not to seem suspicious, and she had earned respect and fear from her class in that short time.

'Today, we are doing agility. You may think it above you, but we are doing dodge ball. If you can't dodge a ball, you will never dodge a bullet. Everyone partner up, and number each other, 1's on the left, 2's on the right.'

She watched as the class divided , and then at her command, started. She watched everyone's form. And was pleased to see Skye dodging every ball, and taking out a few of the opposing team.
It came to the point where there were 3 left. Skye, Brett, and Angeline, a small girl, quick on her feet, who had chosen defense rather than offence. Tasha walked into the pitch, and said, 'If any of you can get me out, you will get an extra hour free time this Saturday.'

The audience watched in awe as Natasha scooped up a ball and flung it at Brett and Skye. Skye dodged the ball, but Brett tried to catch it, but the force of the ball ripped through his hands and slammed into his chest. He shrugged and walked off the pitch. Skye, who had taken the distraction to her advantage, picked up a ball, and sent it torpedoing at Tasha's back, but to everyone's surprise, Tasha twisted, catching the ball and using the momentum of Skye's throw, sent it at Angeline.

She dived out the way but was not quick enough. It hit her on her leg as she dived. As she walked off, Tasha turned to Skye, who paled slightly, she had noticed the slight limp as Angeline walked. Skye remembered that she was supposed to be a newbie and fumbled for a ball, and as she stood up to throw it, felt Tasha's own, slam into her side.
Skye sat down at the side and Tasha began to address her in front of the class.

'Whats your name?'

'Skye Daniels.'

'Where did you train before this?'

'I took self defense in high school after a drunk attacked me.'

Tasha looked at Skye in disbelief.

'You got into Shield academy on a self defense class? Where did you learn to dodge like that? Are you lying?'

Skye stared at Tasha in annoyance, was she trying to get her caught, Skye thought?

'No I'm not. When you grow up an orphan in crappy homes, you learn to avoid fast projectiles aiming for your head. The drunk was a foster parent. My school saw the bruises and made me take an extensive course, some military guy, knowing the system wouldn't believe an orphan.'

The class stared at her again. Tasha nodded.

'Well. Good work. Everyone, do 10 laps around the pitch, before we bring out the guns. You can expect in a mission that 90% of the time, you will be exhausted, and running on adrenaline, you need to become accustomed to that.'

Everyone got up from their seats and began running around the pitch. People,whenever going past her, congratulated her, and one even asked,

'Did your foster dad really beat you?'

Skye shrugged, and said,

'He wasn't the only one, you get used to it. And the job we're training for, you'll need to.'

Skye smiled, as she relaxed into her pace. People were starting to respect her, though she knew some people were still apprehensive. It was only day 2 though, and she had at least 3 months till the end of her mission.

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