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COPYRIGHTS: No, I do not own the characters, they're all the brain children of Marvel. And Stanford University belonged to… itself. I only own the concept and the plot, nothing else.

Skye jolted awake with a serious vertigo as someone outside knocked loudly on the door. The sound reverberated back resembled of the record of the sound of a bomb exploding being played through a max-volumed boombox when it went through her sleepy ears.

Plus, the alien surrounding didn't help her condition at all.

She pulled herself up with her back against the headboard groggily and completely disoriented. With a quick glance to the left, she was quite surprise and also nervous when she found out that Simmons' bed was empty.

Skye turned towards the door and spoke:

"Who's there?"

"Agent Ward. The head of the House, a mister Alphonso McKenzie invited you to the welcoming dinner at the House's dining room. Would you like to come?" He told her.

Skye sighed and toppled over, curling into a ball on the bed as the haze of laziness and the immediate aftermath of the sleep hung over her. As another residue of being locked up in her room and the knowledge of being followed everywhere by Secret Service, Skye barely felt tempted to step outside like how she did just two hours ago anymore.

She remembered that as soon as she managed to stack the books in alphabetical order, a sudden, strong wave of weariness hit her and the last thing hanging into her memory was that she literally collapse face-first into the mattress to sank deep into a slumber.

Charming. She suddenly imagined her father would've said so if he found her laying like a carelessly thrown dead-body on the bed.

…and despised her previous heady declaration of war. She started to miss Phil - her beloved Daddy.

The memories flowed back and filled her mind as soon as that exact keyword passed through her mind.

Phillips Coulson and Melinda Coulson weren't, unfortunately, her biological parents. The nuns at the orphanage once told her the story of a 1988's windy and bland August evening. It was in that blasted faithful night that her irresponsible parents left her in a baby carriage at the threshold of Saint Agnes' orphanage. It was there that she lived for eleven years in a silent wraith and as an empty husk of Mary Sue Poots, coping day-to-day with the extreme emotional instability.

Those days were the darkest ink drops on her own history book.

And so, in a 1999's windy and blank August evening – just the exact second when her anniversary started – Mary took off onto the streets.

She remembered wandering for days aimlessly. The stocked foods she managed to steal run out, the clothes she wore started to stain with dirt and with time getting more and more tattered. She remembered those sympathetic and pitiful looks bystanders gave her, the humiliation, the loneliness.

Until an exact week later, Mary sprained her ankle when she tried to jump down from on top of an empty garbage where she took a temporal shelter that she finally broke: She missed the warm blanket, she missed the hot meals, she missed Sister Amelia's story times… she missed the things that she has left behind.

Mary regretted.

But then in that few instances, her life took a change for the best. Phillips – then a Senator – and May was walking hand-in-hand through the empty street of that early morning for May to go to work only a few blocks down and Phil to get to his office. Mary heard their conversations, but she can neither understood not cared about them. All she cared about at that moment was the pain, the tears and the past.

They walked pass the alley and Mary have thought that they were just the regular bystanders, and while thinking back, she was glad that she was wrong.

Mary remembered the couple asked about her condition, comforted her and fixed her ankle. She usually would took off or get away from them but then, she was so much deep in her thought that she'd just cry her eyes out and not giving a damn to anything.

After that, the book of Mary Sue Poots' closed, and a merrier and crazier book of Skye Emerald Coulson opened.

Skye chuckled accompanied with a sniff as she imagined the "Promised to be merrier and crazier" part written on the first page of her book.

She realized she has been very emotional as she found out that she has been crying as she felt the familiar tingle of her nose and the tickle as droplets of tear streamed down her cheek.

So much for reminiscing. She thought and wiped the tears away.

"I wasted five minutes for nothing." She muttered and got out of bed.

She grabbed the simple ash-grey hoodie hanging loosely on the arm-rest of the office chair, suited up and after a moment of wearing and lacing her black sneakers. She stepped out of the room.

Her guards responded almost instantly. Mike Peterson stood up from the bench, Lance Hunter closed the magazine and rolled it up like a scroll whilst Grant Ward lost his arms-crossing stance next to her door. Skye was happy that they folded away the shades, it'd have been very dumb wearing shades indoor and it also shattered her hypothesis that wearing shades was a regulation for these people.

"You ready to go, ma'am?" Ward said. His brown eyes peering into her blankly, the kind of blank look someone would give for a few seconds when you hit them in the head with a frying pan. But a thought suddenly formed at the far, far back of her mind:

"Well… he didn't look that bad…"

That scared her out of her wits.

So scared to the point that her sarcastic mode went offline instantly, so Skye managed to muster out an I-don't-like-you grunt as she closed the door.

Skye walked down the deserted and quiet corridor, unlike the last time she has saw it. She kind of like the type of peaceful quiet which resided here, the simple decorated walkway actually made her felt more peaceful and at ease than the extremely fancy corridors of the White House. Because, somehow she knew that she will belong here more than ever than being at the House.

Skye walked down the stairs to the ground floor, with agent Hunter at the lead and the rest following close behind her at an acceptable distance. But even then, she still has the feeling of being cramped.

As soon as she touched down at the ground floor, the air was much more heated. Skye heard the faint talking and laughing of the students coming from behind a large door at the far end of the corridor to the left, so she took that bet. Pacing down the corridor and Hunter opened the door, keeping it open so she can pass through.

Despised the perfecto cool atmosphere of the air conditioned room, Skye can confidently put that moment into her "Ten Of Those Moments When You're Most Embarrassed" list as she felt several pairs of eyes stuck on her. But then surprisingly:

"Lady's first... Oh, Skye, have I ever told you about that time?" Hunter spoke aloud with a flashing smile. Skye's eyes widened in confusion and as she glanced around, the two others separated as if they were just strangers to the end of the dining room.

"Oh… um… maybe?" She replied with an awkward and forced laugh then sighed in relief as the eyes looked away.

In another surprising turn of her Secret Agents' shenanigans, when she walked pass Hunter, she actually whispered: "Thank you."

At the corner of her eye, she saw a brief shrug then Hunter also walked away, probably retreating to a corner where he can has a good observation of the room like the rest of her details.

"Skye!" She heard the relatively familiar British voice called and she turned towards the source. Exactly, it was Simmons.

"Come here, we're about to start!" She spoke excitedly and Skye couldn't help but smile.

"Start what?" She asked over the loud noise of the talking then took an empty seat next to Simmons.

"I don't know, Mack called it the "Alondra Gala" or something earlier. He said it's a tradition of this house to have a big party greeting new students." She explained then giggled.

"Wow. I love this school." She leaned back on her chair.

"I know right. It's amazing here…" She paused and spiked up with the same antic again: "Oh, Skye. This is the Fitz I told you about."

Simmons pushed her chair back a little for Skye to see the guy.

For the description that dangerously resembled of a die-hard nerd, this Fitz didn't look bad at all. Possessing a dirty blonde hair colour and eyes with a brilliant shade of blue, Fitz can definitely took a toll on those typical smart woman… like Simmons, and in Simmons' case… like Fitz.

They seemed to be a great couple when she started to actually think about it, but Skye certainly was not the kind of girl to play matchmaker.

"Hi. You're Skye, right? Simmons just told me a lot about you." He spoke up in a heavy Scottish accent.

"And you must be Fitz." She smiled courteously

"It's actually Leo." He said as he took a quick What-have-you-done? glance at Simmons. "But Fitz is okay."

"Huh… that's weird. You guys don't mind me asking but why do you call each other by last names?" She asked curiously, but also cautiously. Skye didn't actually want to offense her first few friends on the first day of college.

"It's okay. Simmons started it first when we were in Elementary and I hid her books, I retorted and… guess it just stuck with us." Fitz said between chuckles.

She laughed out loud. "I don't know you love your books that much, Jemma."

She just hummed and looked at the end of the table.

"I guess it's starting!" She exclaimed. Skye and Fitz turned in unison towards where Simmons was looking at.

There, at the end was a large, American football player-like guy with a dark complexion. Though the first thing that hit Skye's mind was the image of a typical bully but when she looked at the applauses and jokes from the older students, she guessed this Mack was much respected by the people around here.

He tapped the microphone a few times and said:

"One, two, three. Alright. Hello new citizens!" He exclaimed and the room exploded in cheers.

"A very big occasion tonight, indeed. And I'm very, very, very, veryy… glad to see some new faces around Alondra. At least I won't be bored with seeing the same mudfaces over and over again for now."

The whole, large table laughed in unison and some scattered can be heard. Probably from Mack's friends.

"We are a family now, yes, you including." He walked down and tapped a random boy's shoulder. Earning himself some scattered laugh.

"You must have been very hungry by now. So, I won't be holding you back any longer, welcome to Stanford. Let's. PARTY!" He yelled through the microphone but somehow, the cheers from the students even doubled his amplified voice. Everyone stood up and eagerly paced to the buffet tables at two side of the room, filled with beautiful and saliva-dropping dishes.

"Wait!" Mack called again suddenly and everyone froze on the spot. The room suddenly went silence again.

There was a pause as everyone looked at Mack.

"Tomorrow…" he read from a small piece of paper: "English 101, Math 141, Psychology 100, History 150,…"

As soon as the students realized that Mack was ruining their fun with the schedule, they erupted in Boo…, some students tried to shove Mack off the stage.

Skye has never have this much fun in her life as she was laughing her head off.

"This is amazing!" She yelled to Simmons over the electro music plus the talking.

"I know! Let's get something to eat!" She replied with the same volume and they made their way towards the buffet table.

Then suddenly, her eyes drifted pass agent Ward, who was standing with his usual crossing arms pose in a corner, watching her. Skye suddenly felt guilty. She was there, enjoying herself while the three agents were separate across the room, trying to protect… her. Plus… she couldn't believe she was thinking about it but… maybe they hasn't eaten anything at all during the whole day.

She closed her eyes and scrunched her eyebrows making a decision.

"You okay?" Simmons asked and Skye released the breath she was holding. She smiled and just nodded.

"Go on." She gestured and the girl quickly slinked away whilst she walked towards Ward.

"Is there anything wrong, ma'am?" He asked.

"Well… seeing this is a party and…" She struggled to make a sentence that sounded as less emotions as possible. "…you guys haven't eaten anything all day. Why not grab a plate? No worry, you can sit with me though." She said awkwardly, thinking that her dialogue was still a bit too caring.

Skye looked up and met Ward's analysing and confused eyes.

"So? What do you say?" She spoke and straightened up, but she knew it was futile as she felt the heat on her cheeks.

God. I'm stupid.

"If you insist." He nodded and put a finger on his ear, calling his team-mates. She exhaled in relief. "Thank you." Ward said.

Somehow, Skye felt a strange, alien warmth made its way through her veins as she walked away. Ward's simple thanks still hanging in her mind.

She shivered and shook the thought away. Joining the party.

That's it! I really like to write the end though, it's just so damn funny.

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