Halle

I smiled warmly and put my laptop to my side. I gestured for Skye to enter the room and patted on the edge of my bed. She took slow steps, as if she had just seen a scary movie and she was waiting for me to take advantage of that fact.

"What can I help you with?" I asked softly after she made herself comfortable on the end of my bed.

"Back in the lab, when you made that water float," she gestured in the direction of the lab. "How did you do that?"

"I'm like you, Skye," I explained. "We're special."

Skye scoffed. "I'm not like that at all."

"Why don't you start by showing me what it is that really makes you special," I encouraged. Skye shook her head rapidly. "Why not?"

"The last time it happened, somebody died." I saw retreat in her eyes, as if she was regretting coming here. I had to make her feel more comfortable.

"The first time I used my mutation, I almost killed myself," I admitted.

"Mutation?"

"When I was born, my DNA was arranged differently. When I was thirteen, I started to get weird sensations running through my body." I paused. "And they weren't the typical teenage sensations." Skye smiled, I was making some headway. "I learned that the sensations were my mutation sensing all the water in the general area."

I reached out and gently touched Skye's hands. Not intently to be overly friendly, it just seemed like the right thing to do at the time. I saw so much of myself in Skye. The girl that wanted to break out of her shell, to release her inner demons, but put on a front to show everyone that everything was okay. I got over my charade through Loki, and I wondered how Skye was coping. Not everyone has a Norse God who wisps them away whenever they feel like it.

"I want to help you, Skye," I confessed. "I'm just not sure I know how."

"How did you learn?" She smiled a curious smile.

My face darkened. I had spent most of my life running away from that part of my life, my teenage years. When I broke free of my chains, I hoped that part of me wouldn't sting as bad, but I was wrong.

"Through training," I explained, "and sacrifices."

"Whoa, that took a dark turn."

I looked at Skye seriously. "Powers are not a game. If you can get a firm grasp on them, then they can become a beautiful and useful tool. But if you let them control you, there will be pain."

She moved to the edge of my bed and looked at the wall. "I don't know how to control them."

"And that's normal," I said, trying to wave aside the depressed mood that was lingering in the room. "But Coulson brought me in to help you, which means you must mean a lot to him. Anyone who means that much to Coulson means a lot to me." Skye smiled and looked down.

"He's like my father," she admitted to the floor. Suddenly she stood up and shook her head, laughing as if she just realized the ridiculousness of her situation.

"What is it?"

She licked the front of her teeth, a stalling mechanism. "I need to get back, nobody knows I left quarantine."

I got up. "I'll walk you there. If anyone asks, it was me who let you out." Skye nodded and smiled. We walked through the chilly concrete hallways when we stumbled upon the young man I had seen earlier in the lab. He has boyish curls and wore a plaid button-up, he would've been adorable, except for the worried look plastered on his face.

"Skye!" he exclaimed when he saw us. His accent was thick and Scottish, and it reminded me of the many accents I had come across during my time in Asgard. "I've been lookin' everywhere for you!"

"Calm down Fitz, I was just with Agent Rhodes," she said, patting the boy's arm. Fitz looked at me and gawked. "Fitz what is it?"

"You're Agent Rhodes?" he asked. I nodded, a little worried by his expression. Suddenly, he took my hand and shook it. "It's such an honor to meet you. Coulson's told us all about you and you work with the Avengers and Asgard. Quite incredible if you ask me."

I couldn't help but blush. "Oh well thanks."

"Oh I have to tell Simmons, she'll be so jealous." With that he turned on his heels and walked into the lab again. Skye scoffed.

"You went to Asgard?" she asked.

I laughed. "You know the place?"

"Unfortunately." I stopped.

"What do you mean? Asgard is a beautiful place," I countered, not meaning to sound defensive.

"Yeah, but their magic stuff is pretty scary," Skye said, looking wide eyed at me.

I sighed. "I can agree with that."

I lead Skye back to her room and made my way back to mine. I took the long route; truth be told I was actually avoiding that over-excited Scott. I began to panic a little bit, realizing at the stone walls looked the same. But I suddenly felt a warm hand at my side and I was filled with a flittered sensation.

"I wasn't expecting you," I smiled playfully.

"Are you ever?" he asked. He turned my body towards his face and I gazed upon my lover for the first time in what felt like forever. Loki's obsidian hair was once again short and well-groomed, and his smile shone as bright as the first time I met him. He cupped my cheeks in his hands and I closed my eyes. I felt his lips meet mine and I sunk in; this was the best 'hello' kiss ever.

I pulled away, smiling. "How did you find me."

"It wasn't that difficult," he answered quickly, going in for another kiss. I obliged, for a few seconds.

"Is this you?" I whispered between kisses. "Are you really here?"

Loki stopped. "Halle, you know I can't"

"Yeah, yeah, the King thing." I pressed my head against his chest. "I just want you, Loki. You you, not a picture."

"And I you," he whispered into my ear.

"I haven't actually seen you since the battle of New York," I whined. "Don't keep your lady waiting."

Loki smiled at my mockery and kissed my neck tenderly. It was then I realized how much I yearned for him. Logan was a nice placeholder, but my life really hadn't been the same since I was taken off of the grid and put into the X-men. I wanted Loki by my side, not just every now and then again in a dream, but next to me every morning and every night. I let Loki smother my neck with his love, closing my eyes and enjoying the moment. Suddenly, the kisses stopped and I looked and saw a petite woman with curls staring at me.

"Beg your pardon, Agent Rhodes," she said in a British accent. I blushed profusely. "But when Fitz told me the actual Halle Rhodes was staying in our bunker, I just had to see for myself." She smiled an excited smile, and I wished I could've turned invisible.

Sorry but I forgot to mention that this story was going to have some minor crossover with Thor, but I mean Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. the show has some too so why not? Also, this chapter is up so later because the wifi in my house sucks and I have a limited window to work on my stories. But anyways, stay tuned! As always, feel free to favorite, follow, or review!