"Damn it, Fitz," Skye said to herself as she pulled another stack of shirts from the drawer and threw them into a cardboard box labeled clothes. "Why did Ward have to give you brain damage and make me feel bad about not doing stuff for you?"

There were a couple other empty boxes sitting outside the door. On the bedside table there was a small shoebox full of pens, small pads of paper, blank sticky notes, and a stick of deodorant. Ward's room was a couple square feet larger than Skye's. Since she had come onto the team last, she had last pick of, well, the last room. Because of this, she only had space for a bed a small shelf screwed into the wall, and was constantly jealous of everyone else's larger rooms. They were all equipped with the same furniture as Skye's room, but FitzSimmons each had a bookshelf for all their note books and text books, Coulson's office had a freaking office attached to it, and May's room was a mystery to everyone. Sometimes Skye wondered if she even slept in there, let alone slept at all. Ward's room had a small one-drawer desk in it. A desk that was still covered in sheets of paper, a couple pens, whiteout, eraser shavings, and a half finished and gross moldy coffee. With a sigh, Skye started to clean that up too. The moldy coffee was the first to go, and she washed it out with soap in the kitchen before filling it up with a disinfecting alcohol and going back to clear the desktop. She chucked all the pens and whiteout into the shoebox (except for a pretty blue coloured gel pen, which she pocketed to put in her room later.) Next she started to empty the drawer. There were a few notebooks in there, which Skye added to the pile of paper that was still sitting on the desk, about a dozen drivers' licenses and passports with different nationalities and names, and a dozen wallets with different types of currency in each one.

"Sheesh, Mr. Field Agent," she said to herself. Deciding that she'd better give them to Coulson, she crawled to the doorway and grabbed another shoebox to put them in and labeled it Coulson.

When she had finished clearing out the drawer, she started sorting through the papers on the desktop, reading all of them to make sure there was no HYDRA intel on them. None of them were HYDRA related, but there were a few notes scribbled down about missions, an envelope with a bunch of weird selfies of himself holding dozens of different gun models, and a couple pages full of doodles (much to Skye's amusement.) There was only one thing from the pile that actually caught her attention, but not because it was HYDRA; near the bottom of the pile was a drawing of a potato-looking woman in what was obviously a very sloppy boxer's pose punching a punching bag. In the background there was what Skye guessed to be the spiral staircase on the BUS, but it could also have been a DNA strand. The woman looked like she was supposed to have sweat dripping down her face, and her overly curly hair was thrown into a ponytail. Skye smiled. Even though the person in the picture could be anyone, she could tell it was her, and judging by the bad boxers pose, it was from her first week of training. In the bottom right hand corner, Grant Ward had signed his name. She smiled. A psychopath that draws potato drawings of the girls he likes; creepy, but also kind of sweet. She folded it up and pocketed it with the blue pen she had found. Most of the room was all tidied up, with everything in boxes. There was just his framed S.H.I.E.L.D graduation certificate left on the wall. There were a few sheets of foam wrap in a box, so Skye tore off a few sheets of that to wrap it in. When she lifted the frame, she noticed a small square indent behind it. She wrapped up the certificate and put it on the bed before turning back to the square in the wall. "What the hell is this," she wondered out loud and ran her fingers along it. She knocked on it, and it sounded hollow. "Maybe…" She put her fingernails in the cracks and tried to pry it open. It didn't budge. Next she tried pushing on it, and it moved! She smiled, and kept pushing until the panel suddenly dropped downwards into the wall, revealing a hidden compartment with a few protein bars, energy drinks, and a small wooden box.

"Busted!"

She reached in and grabbed the box. When she opened it, she didn't find the top secret HYDRA documents she was looking for. Instead she found envelopes, and all of them had one name written across the front:

Skye

Hi guys! Thank you so much to everyone who read this fic and reviewed, and favourite and what not. I really appreciate it! Anyway, I said that I would try, and here it is! My friend told me that I shouldn't go that long without updating, so if you liked this chapter, you have her to thank. This chapter may be a bit boring, but I thought it would be cool to see what was inside every nook and cranny of The Robot's room.

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