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"Not every Asgardian is a freakin' God of Thunder!"

The tall woman yelled. Her brown eyes were glaring daggers at the god at her side.

"Don't tell me you are afraid of heights, Sif, you would disappoint me."

"Haven't I disappointed you already?"

She muttered, a deep hurt look on her crestfallen face.

Coulson was patiently waiting for the two Asgardiands to stop fighting and acknowledge his appearance in the room. Neither of them seemed to have changed during the time he hadn't seen them. Their armors shimered in the darkness of the interrogation room. A very freaked-out and armed-to-the-teeth Skye peered through the open door. When she saw the two gods standing there, her jaw dropped to the ground.

"Oh my God… Is that… the Thor?"

She asked shyly, her face expressing the strangest mix between awe, suspicion, worry and surprise. Sif gave a quick look towards her. The girl had changed.

"Seems like it is…"

Coulson sighed. Of course, he was glad to see Thor and Sif again, but their presence on Earth meant troubles. Big troubles.

At his side, the girl was still shocked. He chuckled a bit before wispering to her.

"Stop drooling, Skye…"

"Sorry."

She mumbled sheepishly, gathering back her wits.

The Asgardians finally turned their attention towards the two agents patiently waiting for them to realize they were here.

Sif nodded to Coulson and smiled to Skye. She recognized in the depth of the girl's eyes a scar she knew too well. The kind of scar she had plenty of. Betrayal, anger, heartbreak, hatred znd love. A good dose of love. All the things the warrior had felt, and still did.

"Why those weapons aimed at us, Son of Coulson? Are we considered enemies of Midgard?"

"Not at all. That's just precaution. Since you didn't exactly warned us of your arrival…"

Sif glared at Thor in a way that clearly shown coming on Midgard as quickly was not her idea.

"We were caught by the time." The god explained. "We are here hunting for dangerous criminals. Murderers."

Coulson frowned.

"More dangerous than Lorelei?"

"Way more. They crave power and death. and they won't stop until they have all they want. This entire realm. And then the Universe. And they have means."

"The Nine Realms? Whole?"

Skye and Coulson were horrified. That was bigger than they thought could happen. But why them? Oh wait… They were the only agency with that kinf of intelligence.

"They already have one of them, Helheim. If we don't stop them, they will soon own Midgard. Take the others. And finish with Asgard."

"Why are you asking us help?"

"Because we don't know exactly where they are. And you have the ressources to."

"And will we find them? I mean they are Asgardians. They can hide quite well."

Sif nodded. That was exactly the problem. But they knew one of the two criminals too well not to predict what she would do.

"One of them will make a mistake. She's young, dauntless, craves power and attention. She wants people to hail her as their queen. Her pride, her ego, will push her to drop the act. She will reveal herself."

"How do you know that?"

Skye asked. She was surprised they knew the criminal they were chasing so well. They could even predict her steps. In a way that was almost suspicious.

"Because she's our daughter."

Thor answered. Skye's eyes widened and her jaw finished on the floor again.

Her hands stroked her blade slowly, cleaning it, polishing the shining metal. She found solace in that gesture, how her own mind would bend to her will, with enough focus not to wound herself. She knew she had to look like a psychopath when she did that, smile on. But she didn't care. Peace was good. She was alone but not lonely in that room with other persons to whom she could talk to if she wanted to. She was in her own bubble, but with others.

She could feel how the eyes of the mortal they had rescued never left her. He was constantly on his guard. That was good. One never knew what could happen. He had stopped asking about his beloved a while ago, when he had suddenly been too close with the sharp end of Torunn's sword. She liked him. He was honest and full of ressources.

"You have been cleaning your sword for... an hour at least. Why?"

"To forget people like you who are annoying me."

She growled. He tensed and narrowed his eyes at her. And then she did something he wasn't expecting. She laughed. He frowned. What the Hell was happening? Right now, she didn't look at all like the cold-blooded killer he had seen earlier. He had been scared to death. And this time not by Hella. By the anger, the hatred, and the craving, and the ecstasy he had seen on her face when they had hailed her.

But now, she was a young woman laughing out loud right into his face. Young. Carefree. Relaxed.

"You want to know why? Because it allows me not to think. I like being in control."

"I've seen that."

"Yeah… I like people to know me."

"Even if it's a monster they see?"

"I don't care what they see. At least, they see."

"Right… Why do you want attention that much?"

She sighed and sat down. For a while, she kept silent, watching her surroundings with little to no interest at all.

"Well… My parents never really paid attention to me when I was younger. They still don't. I learned all I know thanks to my grandmother. And thanks to the battlefield. Yeah… My grandmother and the battlefield. The real architects of what I've become."

He looked at her. She wasn't the one he thought she was. There was that broken pat of her he had never really seen before. That was interesting. He learned more things every day about her. And except for that psycho power-angry side, he really liked what he learned.

"May?"

The woman turned around. Skye was standing there. She smiled at her.

"What do you want Skye?"

"I need to ask you something…"

"Talk."

The girl sighed. She didn't felt right talking to May about that. It was extremely personal. She had thought about that for a long, long time. It had kept her from sleeping well. It had kept her from behaving in a normal way. For months. For months, their faces had been swaped in her sleep. In her nightmares. They were there, both of them. And since she coudn't remember one's face, the other had became his. It was awfully disarming. And she hated it.

"I… I have problems."

"With what?"

She took a deep breath.

"I always had dreams about my father. You know how sometimes your subconscious makes you remember things or persons you never knew. For years, he had been getting away from me, and I would scream for him to come back until I wake up, almost every night. Then, I met the team. I had a family again, so I stopped to dreamed about the one I had lost. I thought my nightmares were gone for good. But I was wrong…"

May looked at her with her piercing gaze. What was happening with the girl? She had clearly seen the restless look of her protegee these past days, and was starting to worry about it.

"What made them reappear?"

"I think… Ward's betrayal."

May immediately tensed at the name. She hated this man so much. He had destroyed his own team, almost killed Fitz and broken Skye's heart.

"I know it sounds crazy but… He has taken my father's place."

"You're saying you dream about Ward?"

Skye sighed. It was really weird to say that, but it was true. She now saw Ward reaching for her in the dark, trying desperatly to escape the pitch black hole he was sucked into. Around him were dancing the strange signs Garrett had carved into walls, the one she thought she knew. He called her name, crying out for help, begging her to do something, but she couldn't move. An invisible force kept her still, to watch him disappear, even if she was screaming and sobbing and struggling. His hand was swallowed by the darkness, and she fell to her knees, freed only after his death.

And she eventually woke up. It was when she was shaking and crying, tangled in her sweat-drenched sheets that she wondered if something was wrong with her. The answer was without doubt yes. Something was wrong with her. She was not supposed to dream about the one she hated so much. Not that way. Not in any way imaginable.

"And there are the signs Garrett was carving, you know… I don't understand, May. What is happening to me?"

The woman could see how much Sky missed the man she had fell in love with, even after all he had done. She wasn't a psychiatrist in any way, but she could feel the hatred was just a cover. And for the symbols… Well, she could start worrying right now.

"I think… I'm not a specialist but… You miss him, Skye."

"How can I?! I mean, I hate him so much!"

"Maybe a little too much…"

May mumbled. The girl frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"Go see someone with actual qualifications, ok?"

"Right… Thanks."

She nodded and waited for the girl to walk away. She had to be sure of something. If what she dreaded whas actually happening, then she could worry. But she had to be sure. She followed at a distance the girl, made sure she was back to the living room before opening Skye's bunk.

She sneaked inside, and posed after closing the panel behind her. The room was quite organized, and she knew the answer to her questions were probably in the pile of papers on the little desk. She started to browse through them.

It wasn't the first time Skye talked about strange, regular dreams. May knew they were one of the first symptoms Coulson had shown after the GH325 injection, a few of years ago. What if it was happening to Skye too? What if it worked faster on her, due to her mysterious origins?

The woman abandonned her researches after checking all the paper at least twice. She was reassured. Skye wasn't affected. Yet. But it was still reassuring. Maybe her dreams were just bad dreams after all. She turned her head up, wanting to relax her neck, which was a bit stiff from the extreme tension she had gone through.

But it didn't change a thing. It even made it worse. Because the dark ceiling of the room was covered in luminescent writing. Symbols. The one Coulson wrote too. Her heart missed a bit. Skye was affected.

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