Skye sipped her beer. She had been working all week trying to find the mole, and she was back to full time training the next day, so she was relaxing, having a beer. The Boiler room was crowded, everyone having a break before going back to work on Monday, and Skye reveled in the busyness.

She had spent the week in near solitude, and she was happy to be back in the land of real people. She got up, bear in hand and maneuvered around the people, trying to reach the pool table. Back in her rebellious days at the orphanage, she used to hang out in a grubby bar that didn't card you, and she had learnt pool there, eventually becoming good enough to hustle some money of the bars drunk patriots. Just as she had almost reached it, a man walked backwards into her. she tried to stop her beer from slopping onto his face, as he turned around, but only managed to drench his pants instead.

'Shit, man, I'm sorry.'

'Look who it is!' the man slurred. 'Shields golden girl,' he said bitterly.

'Hey I'm sorry, it was an accident.' Skye defended, confused by his hostility.

'Kinda like you then, didn't you say you were an orphan?'

Skye stared at him, shocked, barely repressing her anger.

Suddenly, Brett was beside her.

'That was uncalled for, man, you're drunk. Leave her alone,' He said calmly.

'NO! he shouted indignantly, earning the attention of everyone in the room.

'I'm only saying what everyone is thinking! Who does she think she is, coming in here as if she owns the place? How did she even get scouted? Do you honestly believe a lowlife like her was on shield radars?'

Skye clenched her fists at her sides. What a dick.

'Come on, dude, you are only annoyed because she has a killer test score and saved your ass while you cowered on your knees. Lets get you to your dorm, you've had enough to drink.'

'No. She thinks she can just swoop down and take out a few hydra and act like she's the queen, no, any of us could of done it.'

Skye had enough. 'Yes! Any of you could have done it, yet you didn't. Jeez be grateful, you sound like hydra.'

The drunk man swung at Skye in anger, hitting her wound in her arm. Skye let out a gasp, and went to hit the man, furious. Suddenly Brett was in the middle, dragging the drunk away.

'Leave it Skye, he's not worth it. I'll deal with him, see you in class.'

Brett dragged him away, and Skye let out a breath. Now her night was ruined, she thought, annoyed.

She downed her beer and left, heading back to her dorm.

Skye rounded the corner, and heard hushed voices.

she hurriedly hid her self in the shadows. It was 11 o'clock, who was having a conversation in the dark now?

'Maybe I should just join hydra, if there will always be people like her taking all the glory in shield.'

Skye was shocked, and waited for the other person to rebuke the speaker.

'You know, Hydra is everywhere, even here. Who do you think tipped them off to attack? I'm their only agent here, we could use some more.'

Skye froze. Brett?

'You're hydra? Do you think I could join? Maybe then people will know who I am.'

Brett chuckled, 'That better be not be the alcohol talking, we need loyalists now more than ever.'

Skye's blood boiled in anger. She was just about to jump them when she stopped. She needed solid proof.

Skye waited for them to leave, then ran back to her dorm, and set to work on her laptop.

Over the next few weeks, Brett continued to act friendly towards Skye, but she noticed he was spending a lot of time with the drunk man, Mark, she learnt, from that night.

Skye took extreme pleasure in sparing with Brett during class, throwing blows that would certainly leave bruises, and securing her knowledge that if it came to a fight, she could serve his ass on a silver platter. She had to admit, he was good, befriending her so early on. Now that she knew, she saw subtle hits, the slight smirk as they learnt the history of hydra in their covert class, the look of pleasure when Hydra enacted some plot or another, ending up on the news.

She researched his background, learning that his father was buried deep into the government, the perfect place for a sleeper agent in the CIA. No wonder no one suspected him, he had been training since he was a child.

Skye frowned at her laptop. She had been trying to hack into his communications for half an hour, but he had a suspiciously high level encryption. Finally, she cracked it.

Multiple emails were coded, but she quickly cracked them. She frowned as she read his reports. No!

Apparently, he had been making observations on all his classes too.

'There is no possible chance in recruiting at the academy, except for one recruit I have already mentioned. Everyone has expressed an extreme hatred of Hydra, and are dedicated to Shield. I recommend termination immediately, Although there are some I would put forward to Dr Whitehall's program, mainly being Natasha Romanov,' Skye shuddered, 'Charlie Lyne, Arthur Reynolds and Skye Daniels. Although directly opposed to Hydra, I believe Dr Whitehall could use his methods from the winter soldier project to make them comply, they are assets we could use for our purpose.'

Skye hurriedly read the responding message and froze. She had to warn Coulson.

'Sir, they are planning a second attack, they have doubled their forces and are waiting in the abandoned factory 2 miles west of here for the signal. I can take out their men inside the academy but not without blowing my cover, I believe there are only two hydra agents at the academy. They will both be in my class when they plan to detonate a bomb, in the east wing of the academy, being their signal, in an hour. I need to stop them, but someone needs to be here for the fall out if I fail, or to stop the hydra forces outside before. I think we need the whole team for this, there are at least 40 agents but I can send some of the teachers once the threat here is gone. I can't send them before, it will be a red flag to the mole.'

'Do it. We'll be there in 40 minutes, you need to warn Tasha.'

Skye nervously packed her knives, and an gun (now was not the time for icers) on her person and set to her class. The tried to control her feelings as she walked through the halls, knowing that people could be walking to their deaths.

She reached the class last, and as she walked past Tasha, she murmured, 'Manscaping.'

Tasha showed no sign of having heard her, but Skye knew she was ready to strike if need be. She continued the class as usual, and five minutes before the bomb was due to detonate, Tasha paired them up for sparing.

Skye stared down here opponent, it seemed almost like fate as Brett stood before here.

'You are going down.' Skye said determined.

Brett smirked, before replying 'Oh, I don't think so.'

As soon as Tasha gave them their mark, Skye was off in a blur, striking with a fury that none of the students had seen before, there was no more faking, she was a trained agent.

It seemed that it was her attack on Brett that seemed to distract Mark, the drunk from that night that caused his opponent to get the better of him. With a blow to the head, he passed out. Good, only Brett left. Brett was sweating now, barely deflecting her attack, before Skye swept at his feet. He fell to the floor. She glanced at the clock, three minutes left. She looked down at him, in contempt, before saying loudly, so that everyone could here her, 'Brett Richards, You are under arrest for terrorism under the name of Hydra, the leaking of government secrets, and attempted murder.'

There was a collective gasp around the room, before Brett spoke.

'Who the hell are you?'

'I am Agent Skye, level 8 shield agent. Where is the activation remote for the bomb you planted?'

Brett lied. Skye saw him subtly reach into his pocket, bringing out a black remote, with a finger scanner on it. Just as he was about to press it, Skye sent a knife into the palm of his hand. Brett screamed, and dropped the remote, which Skye picked up.

'You think you've won, but you haven't, there's another bomb set to blow, in the labs. It will blow this place sky high, HAIL HYDRA,' he screamed, before breaking of a tooth, and biting down. His mouth frothed, and he slumped back to the ground. Cyanide.

'Tasha, two minutes, cuff Mark, he's hydra, and send some agents to the factory 2 miles west, Coulsons there, he'll need help,' Skye shouted as she ran out the room.

She heard Tasha call after her but she kept running. She took the steps two at a time, up to the 3rd floor, to the labs. 1 minute left. She burst into the room, and ignoring the stares from the students, she began searching the room. She opened the closet and saw the bomb, surrounded buy explosive chemicals, enough to blow a mile square. She looked for a way to stop it, but there was none. With nothing else to do, she grabbed the bomb, and ran, crashed through the window onto the flat roof below, and ran to the edge. Without even thinking, she leaped, falling through the air.

Suddenly, she felt something rush past her. She felt herself lifted, and weightless, before she heard someone scream at her.

'DROP THE BOMB!'

She let it slip from her fingers, and no sooner had she done that, it exploded. She felt the heat from the explosion, but most of it was shielded buy something hard and metallic.

'Tony?' She groaned.

'Skye you're okay, I got you,' he reassured.

Skye suddenly understood. Tony, in the Iron Man suit had plucked her from the air, taking the bomb further away from the school, although not from her.

'Ughh, Tony, my legs.'

Skye's legs had got the full blast, and even though Tony got her as far away as possible, she was covered in burns. Tony carefully landed, and, carrying her bridle style, ran into the academy.

Half the school had crowded into the hall to see what had happened, but Skye only saw Tasha, running straight for her.

'Skye!'

'Tasha, you're so pretty' Skye smiled, delirious from the pain.

'Tasha, she needs medical assistance, her legs got hit from the blast.'

Tasha gulped, but nodded, dragging tony towards the Med Bay, glaring at anyone in her way.

It was a whole day till she woke, and when she did, she was met with everyone, her whole team, avengers and all, trying to crowd around her bed, much to the nurses displeasure.

'Skye.'

Skye looked towards Tasha's voice, to where she sat next to Skye, gripping her hand.

'Hey Tasha...does this mean we can make out again?' Skye joked.

Everyone laughed, but Tasha just shook her head in disbelief.

'SKYE! You could have died! Never do that to me again, I swear.'

Skye grinned. 'Come on, I know you missed me too,' Skye said, wincing from the pain as she shifted in the bed.

'How bad is it?' Skye asked Simmons, knowing she was best qualified.

'Just some minor burns, nothing that wont heal in a few weeks. I have even created this cream, that will prevent scaring, it actually speeds up cellular growth, meaning your skin should just grow back.'

Skye just smiled. 'Guys, I think I need some rest, do you mind?'

They all agreed and filed out, but as Tasha got up to leave, Skye pulled her back.

'Hey! I never got that kiss!' Skye pouted.

Tasha happily complied, Kissing her passionately, all the built up feelings of not being able to be with her, seeing her injured, missing her, compiling into the motion.

'Wow, I have waited 2 months for that,' Skye said breathlessly.

Hey sorry for the massive wait, schools really piling it on right now and i suck at time management. I hope you liked it. im thinking that while skye cant walk, we can have some more domestic avengers/agents :) Send me a review with ideas or comments on this chapter xx