A/n: Ok, so if you haven't read "A New Vantage", welcome to the party! (And welcome back everyone else!) This is a whole team story but fairly Skye-centric this time, though they're definitely all involved. :) It's AU from the season one finale and it will delve into Skye's origins, she is *not* Daisy in this story!
I always put previouslies before my chapters anyway, but you'll want to make sure to read them because if there's any information you need it will be there. Shouldn't need much, and I think you could catch on without them but… they'll be there! If you want to read "A New Vantage" first, go right now. You'll be spoiled if you don't! You've been warned.

Previously: Skye's been being tested on at a Hydra facility for a few days after being caught by Ward. When Garrett decides he needs to see her blood, he cuts into her hand, though Ward stops him from going any farther. Raina takes Skye to get it bandaged up and knocks her out in the process, leaving her clueless to what's happening around her in the next few days.

The team infiltrated the Hydra compound and Skye was not there (though Coulson and a miraculously healed Fitz was). One of their new agents, Agent Wolfe, is now believed dead by them after the face-off with Garrett, in which Ward killed his old SO.

Chapter One

Skye woke up gently, a soft breeze teasing her cheeks. Her body moved stiffly as she tried to stretch. Must have been a rough night, her whole body was sore, especially her legs. In fact, they felt an almost painful pressure on them currently. And why did her seat feel like it was moving…

Her eyes opened to get acquainted with her surroundings and she screamed in shock from what was in front of her.

It was the sky.

She gasped out a few more startled screams, frantically whipping her head about to see her surroundings before calming herself somewhat.

There were a few things to take note of: it was night, she was still in the hospital gown, and she was sitting in the cart of a Ferris wheel.

Skye tried to recount the last thing that had happened to her, as she knew sometimes when you wake up you can be disoriented, so maybe she just forgot about something.

She didn't exactly remember getting into a Ferris wheel, riding to the top and falling asleep there.

What she did remember was Garrett, Ward, Raina… and Fitz, lying unmoving. Next thing she knew, Garrett had her hand sliced open and she was becoming fairly certain he was about to flay her alive, but Ward stopped him.

Damn Ward. Doing exactly what she asked him not to.

But at the moment, she'd been pretty thankful for it. It was a blur then; Raina guided her away to stitch up her hand and told her she was giving her something to numb the pain. This had been, of course, a straight up lie, and Skye had known that from the moment she put the needle into her upper arm instead of the area that had been cut. She had fallen asleep, and that was the last thing she'd known.

Until she woke up on a damn carnival ride.

Skye tentatively picked her body up, careful not to disturb her still raw hand, which she noted was bandaged. She couldn't go very far; the bar used to restrain people into the seat had been pushed painfully far onto her legs. But what she could see seemed to be a beach. Gentle, small waves of water lapped onto the shore of the sand.

Must be near the coast, then, she thought.

There were other carnival rides, but most looked half fallen apart or like they hadn't been used in years.

She sat back again. Had someone left her up here to die? This was bizarre. Maybe it was one of Raina's tests to see how she'd react.

Well, it might be a surprise to that woman, but Skye was pretty dang scared.

"Hello?" she called out hoarsely, like she hadn't used her voice in a while. It came to her attention she had no idea how long she'd been asleep. "Is anyone there?"

That's when she heard people snickering. One person told another to shut up. Skye thought the worst thing she would hear was silence, but her heart speeding up told her otherwise…

"I know you're down there, creeps!" she shouted, unable to move herself enough to look directly down.

It appeared that whoever was down there couldn't help themselves anymore, and she heard the group burst out with laughter as cruel guffaws filled the air.

"Aw, does Skye not like it up there in the sky?" said someone. A man's voice, maybe a boy's.

"The air feel pretty crisp?" said another.

"See, I told you it would be funny if we had her wake up in that thing," added yet another.

Skye wanted to cry. Or maybe she was just on the verge of a panic attack. Either way her unseen tantalizers were getting to her, but she hoped for only the reasons that she was confused, uncomfortable and already had had enough to be miserable about.

Instead, she tried focusing on something else. There were three voices; hopefully, only three people. And they sounded pretty young. If she played this right, and given the proper opportunity, she could get away.

After they must have had their fill of laughing, they seemed to grow bored. Skye wasn't saying anything and it was difficult to see her anyway. She was at the very highest point.

"Alright, get her down," said a new voice. Oh great. That made at least four people, and this one sounded older.

"Sure thing, dude. Uh, just gotta see how…" There was sudden jerk of the cart, and Skye's hands sprung out to grab the front, though the gauze around her left made it pretty useless. "There it is! Alright, remember, try to not to shake it too much coming down, and keep all hands and feet inside the ride."

She was suddenly beginning her descent, practicing her game face so by the time she got down there they wouldn't see how truly shaken she was by this sudden occurrence.

"The Skye is falling, the Skye is falling!" she heard one of them shout, to which the other chuckled.

When she got to a point where she could visibly see her abductors, she saw how the voices matched the faces. The boys looked no older than twenty, but then there was one more man who must have been around fifty years old.

The cart came to a stop in front of them with an ominous thud, and the tallest boy walked up to her. They were all dressed like wannabe thugs, hats on backwards and pants halfway down their asses. All but the older man, who just wore jeans and a t-shirt.

"Festival's in town I see. Though, I'm not exactly sure what festival, or town…" Skye said finally, trying to keep her tone light and block the fear from seeping in; stop her voice from shaking. "Care to shed some light on that?"

"Shh, shh. Cargo doesn't ask questions," he told her, bringing a finger gently to her lips, which she quickly whipped her head away from. He frowned. "Or else."

He brought out from his pocket a taser. His friends all began to chuckle. Skye had the good sense to look worried, but that had given her an idea.

She swallowed, closing her mouth and staring straight ahead.

He circled to the front of her, maybe to get in her vision. He tilted his head sideways, as if examining her chest. A moment later she knew that's what he'd been doing, as he brought one long finger up to pull her collar away from her skin. She decidedly didn't bat him away, instead just avoiding his gaze as she looked to the side.

"What do you say we get you out of these old hospital looking clothes. I can help you out with that…"

"Yeaaah, get it, Billy!" one of the boys cheered.

"Hey, come on, none of that now," the older man spoke up. "You know the boss wants to see her."

"Is your boss John Garrett?" Skye couldn't help but ask, curiosity getting the better of her. She was only rewarded by a sharp tug to the back of her head. Her hair was pulled back fiercely and she was unable to contain her small gasp.

"What'd I say about asking questions?" Billy growled into her ear.

She nodded meekly in understanding. Then he let go of her, jerking her head forward with his hand as he did.

"Come on boys, just get her out," said the older guy.

"Fine," huffed Billy. Another boy came up beside him, a large, somewhat dorky smile on his face.

"It's gonna be blue skies for you, Skye."

"Jesus, shut up Ricky…" said the other boy in the back.

"What? It's funny. Her name is like one giant pun!"

Billy sighed with exasperation, shaking his head as he leaned in close to Skye. She didn't move, keeping her eyes down.

"You're gonna be really good now, you hear? When I undo this, no funny business."

Skye shook her head solemnly, not looking him in the eye.

She wasn't able to relish the feeling as the blood rushed through her legs again, as Billy pulled her up by the arms so she was standing. Though he did let her climb out of the cart herself.

Billy held onto her shoulder tightly, but she didn't waste a second. Immediately after she was out of the cart she reached into his pocket and didn't hesitate to taser him.

As he plopped to the ground from the shock to the neck, Skye raised the weapon to the rest of them.

The pun guy, Ricky, lunged at her immediately and she attacked him without a pause. He basically ran right into her, maybe thinking he could take the shock. Two down, two to go.

"Guess the cargo's fighting back," she said smugly as she pointed the weapon. The other two men, the older one and one that had stayed mostly silent, were too far away for her shock them right away, and they didn't come closer as long she was brandishing the taser.

But she was stupid. She was so focused on her two remaining threats that she had all but forgotten about the ones on the ground. They were in pain, but they weren't unconscious. She should have been more aware.

The tug to her leg sent her spiraling straight down under herself, shrieking in surprise. Her instincts had kicked in and told her that her only chance against them was with the taser, as it became priority number one as she fell. It didn't even touch the ground.

But she fell flat on her face, her chin connecting with the concrete in a way that made her jaw slam shut and distracted her for a good few moments.

Her instincts had been in vain as the remaining boy rushed over and kicked the taser out of her hand.

Next thing her ogled mind knew, the boy was hoisting her up. He was the biggest out of the four despite the fact that he looked at least a couple years younger than her. He held her up by the hair as one of her hands was pinned behind her back, quite strategically. As in, it really hurt when she fought back. Not that it stopped her.

"You think that's funny?" he hissed in her ear. "You think you have a shot of getting away? There's nowhere to go, sweetheart!"

She didn't care what he was saying. There were two guys still on the ground, despite that they seemed to be starting to gain back some movement. There was hope.

"I don't think it's funny. I think it's needed when some stupid kids think it's a game to kidnap a girl and trap her on top of a freaking Ferris wheel!" Skye seethed. "And actually, yeah, it was funny."

"Yeah, well, let's see how you like it!" He jerked her in the direction of the older man, who had tentatively picked up the taser. "C'mon, hit her with it! Make it a good one."

The unnamed, bulky kid forced her to look at the man as he approached her agonizingly slowly, and Skye thought she saw a sliver of regret in his face.

The kid seemed to notice this too. "You saw what she just did! She deserves it."

"You're right," agreed the man, walking with a bit more determination to his step. He was right in Skye's face, where she gave him her most awful scowl. But he wasn't actually looking at her face, he was looking at her stomach: right where she was shot. Almost like he knew her weakest point.

She braced herself for the attack, knowing it would be much worse if he decided to tase her there. Despite how amazing her recovery was, she was still sore in that place, physically as well as mentally.

He turned on the shock and lunged, but instead of a feeling of electricity, Skye felt the kid's hold on her tighten as he screamed, until he wasn't holding on to her at all.

She looked in awe at the man in front of her as her captor fell to the ground. Did he really just attack his fellow kidnapper, or was he just that bad of a shot?

Skye immediately stepped out of the range for anyone to grab her, though she did so without taking her eyes off of the man.

He held out his hands in a surrendering motion. "Skye, I'm not going to hurt you," he said gently. "I'm with SHIELD, and we need to go right now."

"Like I'm going anywhere with you!" she shouted, taking another step back. "You're one of them! I don't even really know who them is or whatever but I know they're the bad guys and… you're with them!"

"No, I'm not," he said calmly. "My name is Agent Wolfe. Please just come with me, I'll explain everything in the car."

Skye couldn't think. God knew if he was telling the truth; even if he had a SHIELD badge it would mean nothing as many of her enemies were just SHIELD agents that turned out to be Hydra.

But she didn't have to make a decision when her body decided for her: she bolted.

"Skye!" she heard the man shout behind her.

She didn't care; she just kept running.

She ran through the strange, abandoned carnival. The strings of her nightgown were coming undone and for a moment she thought she was going to lose it, but it stayed on, whatever entity was in the world allowing her that bit of dignity.

She stopped running only when she reached the end of the booths that she could only guess used to hold many colorful plushies, ending up near what was probably supposed to be a pretty scary fun house in the first place, but in it's deteriorated state looked incredibly creepy.

But she didn't stop to bask in scariness of the funhouse; she stopped because there was nowhere left to go. She stopped because the only thing in front of her was what seemed to be an endless amount of sand.

There had to be a road, somewhere. People used to come here for fun so there had to be an exit.

But all that was in her eye-line was a beach, with an overgrown forest lining it.

She then heard a banging coming from the fun house next to her. It seemed to have been monster themed, the doorway still having sinister teeth around it. The banging was insistent, and she wasn't sure if someone was begging to get out or if they were just coming out. Loudly.

It could be someone just like her, waking up scared and confused. But it could have been the boss she'd been hearing about. Heck, it could have been a wild animal.

She'd just about made the choice to merely hike it over the beach to see how far she'd get when a black SUV pulled up to her, the passenger side door swinging insistently as it was left open for the drive.

"Get in," the man called Wolfe, told her.

Skye took a deep breath. Was this a smart decision? She couldn't even tell anymore. She had basically no information and didn't know who this guy was, but he did have points for helping her. The voices of the boys were definitely getting closer. So when Skye weighed the options of being with the creepy boys who put her in a Ferris wheel or the man who had tasered one of them, it seemed pretty clear.

She got in the car.

He sped off the moment she closed her door, leaving her to stare back at the disappearing wasteland as the car rolled over the sand.

"Don't forget to put on your seat belt," he told her with a friendly demeanor. She remembered what happened the last time she didn't listen to that particular order. Falling out of the top of a flying car wasn't something you forgot too easily. Of course, this was just a regular car. Maybe. He did claim to be SHIELD, after all.

Either way, she put on her seatbelt.

When she looked up from putting the buckle in, Wolfe had a water bottle in his hand, ready to give to her.

"Here, you must be thirsty. You were out for a while."

Skye didn't realize just how dry her throat was until she saw the liquid before her. She grabbed it greedily and drank it down.

That in silence for only a few seconds before Skye realized she was at a loss of what to say.

"Thank you," she decided on. Thanking rescuers is a good start.

"Don't mention it," he told her lightly, like they hadn't been in some strange carnival prison a moment ago. "I'd like Coulson to see you in one piece."

She stared at the road ahead, for some reason having a hard time meeting her rescuer's eyes.

"I hate to break it to you but, Coulson's been captured by Hydra."

The agent took his eyes off the road then, just to give her a reassuring smile.

"Ah kiddo, you have a lot to catch up on."

A/n: Thanks for reading! I wasn't sure if to post this as a sequel or not... I don't think you understand the dilemma I had with that because I actually am writing it all together.

Please review or do what you do, I'd really appreciate it.

Guys... TOMORROW. YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.

PS: It's very possible that cover image will change.