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"Mind if I join you?" I asked May, who was doing her morning Tai Chi.

She seemed to think it over for a few seconds, before grudgingly nodding. "Fine. But don't expect me to help you if you drop behind."

She thought that I was going to copy her, let alone fall back? May was in for a surprise.

We began moving in time with the music. After seeing how far into the form May was in, I 'copied' her movements exactly. She didn't know that I had been doing this for bordering on eleven years.

After the remaining hour and a half of the exercise, May asked me how I had known exactly what to do.

"I've been doing this since I was fifteen." I shrugged, acting like it was no big deal. May rose an eyebrow. "You don't really meet anyone else doing it except your class."

"True." She admitted. "I think that it'll be interesting as partners." She held out a hand. "What do you say?"

It was my turn to raise an eyebrow. Did the freaking Calvary just offer to be somewhat friends with me?

"Why not?" I shook her hand. "It's not like anyone else on thing bus feels like waking up at five o'clock."

"You'd be surprised." May smirked.

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Everyone was just finishing breakfast when the second soldier went off.

The alert pinged on my laptop and phone simultaneously before appearing on the TV in the lounge room a few seconds later.

"Shit."

No one really had anything else to say for a few seconds, my one syllable covering everything on their minds. Then Coulson sprang into 'team leader' mode.

"FitzSimmons, check your prototype. Make sure that we can suppress the last test subject so that we can get him somewhere safe. Skye, use your program to find the last guy. Do whatever it is you do with cameras to get his face, name, and what he's doing with Centipede. May, get us as close as you can. Ward, prepare for a heavy duty combat op. I don't want to make any mistakes with this. It could be our last chance to capture whoever is behind the Centipede program.

He left the room to call who I guessed would be Commander Hill and inform her of of status.

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"I got him." I told Coulson.

"Mike Peterson. He was a factory worker until he got laid of by his boss. He apparently went phycho and destroyed half the warehouse. And just yesterday he jumped out of a five story building uninjured, after saving a woman from a fire." I bit my lip.

"AC, this guy is dangerous. Are your sure that you don't want to bring in backup? I could call Dad, or get out my-"

"No, Skye. We need to prove that this team can do what it's supposed to- protect. Our future as a group depends on this mission. And besides," He smiled at me. "I though you wanted to surprise them with your Father?"

I huffed. "Fine. But if even one person gets injured, don't blame me for getting J.A.R.V.I.S. to open up a can of whoop-ass on Peterson. And then Dad'll do the same to you for endangering me."

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We finally cornered Mike in the lobby of a museum. Coulson was currently trying to reason with him.

"You don't have to do this, Mike. We can help you!"

"No one helps me." He yelled back. "You only want to bring me in because I'm different. Miles taught me that."

"We just want everyone's safety, Mike. We don't want anyone here hurt."

Back in the S.H.I.E.L.D. issue SUV, my laptop beeped as it finished a more in-depth search on Mike Peterson. I quickly scanned the file, before dashing outside. Fitz called out behind me.

"I need to see Coulson. Go and get the night night gun to Ward now before Mike reduces this place to ashes."

I reached the lobby of the building. I saw Coulson and May standing in front of me, and Ward was off to the side in the second level overhang. Mike Peterson stood in almost the centre of the room, and there were civilians huddled in the two corners facing away from us.

As I entered, I heard Coulson say "Just come in with us peacefully."

Before Mike could retort, I spoke up.

"What would your son think, Mike? What would Ace say if you never came home?" That seemed to break him.

His face scrunched up. Mike looked as if he was debating with himself. Life with his son hating him versus being with Ace and S.H.I.E.L.D. monitoring him.

But as he was about to speak up, his arms began to glow deep orange, which quickly spread to his chest. Ward didn't hesitate and in less time than I could blink, there was a blue circle on the centre of Mike's forehead.

He immediately crumpled to the ground.

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"So, you in for good Skye?"

"Yeah." I smirked. "I think that this'll be more fun than I originally thought."

"That's a lot of 'T's. Get in the car. We've got reports on an 0-8-4."

"An 0-8-4?"

"In Peru. The object was found by some locals. They haven't set it off, luckily."

Coulson hit some buttons on the dash then flicked a switch.

"An 0-8-4 is an object of unknown origin." He answered to my unspoken question. "Kinda like you, for those that don't know about your father. You might want to buckle your seat belt. May's taking off in fifteen."

"But the plane is miles away. How are we going to reach there in-" I was cut off as the car began to rise.

"Lola isn't just a car, Skye." That gave me a really bad feeling.

We reached about fifty meters off the ground then sped off toward the airstrip.

"Coulson... This wasn't one of my grandfather's, was it?"

"It is. Flame throwers, machine guns, Vertical Take Off and Landing, and the worlds first GPS. She's a one-of-a-kind."

"You know, even though the jerk destroyed the first twenty or so years of Dad's life... He was pretty smart." I admitted. "Although, after seeing the footage of the StarkExpo back in World War Two, don't blame me for not trusting his inventions straight away."

"Don't worry. This model came out in 1968. Got rid of most of the bugs, but not too many people could afford one. Fury gave me Lola after my trip to T.A.H.I.T.I. The Bus and Car were... compensation, for lack of a better word. I think it's his way of saying sorry."

"We can talk about Nicky being a tight-ass another day. I believe we had some business in Peru?"

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One Shot 1- Tony 'opening up a can of whoop-ass' on Coulson.

Coulson walked into his office after getting back on the Bus. 'Today went well.' He thought to himself. 'But with S.H.I.E.L.D, that can change at anytime.'

There had never been truer words.

Sitting behind his desk, Phil saw that there was something flashing on the screen of his computer. There was a notice telling him that he had been hacked.

The screen suddenly went black and face popped up. Coulson stood back up. He had never felt so worried until now. His instinct told him that he would be very lucky to be alive the next morning.

He moved quickly to the door. He needed to escape that dreadful fate. Before he could reach it, the door swung closed and locked itself.

'I am terribly sorry, Agent Coulson,' A British voice said over the speakers. 'But Sir has given me direct orders not to let you leave the room until you have heard what he has to say.'

Phil gulped and quickly poured a glass of scotch, before downing it all at once. He would need it.

He very slowly turned around to look at the screen again. The face did not look happy.

"Agent Coulson." The man said.

"Hello, mister Stark."

Phil didn't sleep too well for the rest of the week.

AN: Wow. No updates for a week and a half, then two in one night. *bows* How do you like the Skye/Coulson interaction? Phil will be her 'uncle' and Nick... We'll see what happens there. If anyone wants to suggest a one shot for the end of the chapter, feel free. I'll write about anything from the current timeline to Skye's past with Tony and others from the Marvel Cinematic Universe. (Hint hint)