CHAPTER 2
Blue eyes watched and pink lips pursed as Bobbi watched Skye tossing her belonging into a cardboard box from where she was perched on the upper floor of the Bus. True to May's predictions Coulson had offered Skye a spot on the Bus, and the girl had accepted. Great. Fantastic. Splendiferous. Bobbi wanted her gone.
The girl was a hacker who had actively worked against S.H.I.E.L.D, who knows what she'd do now that Coulson had invited her in - she'd let herself get caught for a reason. She had yet to even mention the fact that they were Soulmates and still remained stubbornly unresponsive to Bobbi. She was a risk, a security breach, and another untrained little puppy like FitzSimmons to have to look after. And Bobbi would forget to think when she was around.
It was getting annoying; the way she'd lose her train of thought and Skye would just continue to act like she had no idea what her presence was doing to her.
She watched as the woman in question finished her packing, folding maps on the wall into squares and following them into the box with photos and her all-important laptop. A little dancing hula girl was the last thing in the box before Skye tossed first one bag, then a second out onto the tarmac before stepping out with her box. She watched Skye give her van one last longing look before turning to a nearby Agent.
"Hey, no joyrides, okay? That's my house." Bobbi could hear her all the way from the top of the stairs and it didn't make her heart ache for the girl. Nope. Definitely not.
Skye picked up her bags and turned to the plane, standing at the bottom of the cargo ramp as her brown eyes swept the area - Bobbi was gone from her perch before they reached her, ignoring the buzzing under skin telling her to go to Skye. She wouldn't go to Skye, she wouldn't give into her Marks incessant prickling until Skye at least admitted that they had a bond.
Bobbi waited, just out of sight of the hacker on the upper floor, and listened; footsteps, the light tap-tap of shoes against the cargo ramp, a grunt as Skye tried to juggle two bags and a box, the hum of FitzSimmons incessant chatter stopping. From her vantage she could see the dust-blue van start to drive itself away, and she couldn't figure out if she wanted the hacker to be in it - because she was untrustworthy, a hacker who had actively worked against them, her Soulmate... That was the part that was tripping her up and confusing her so much, because if it wasn't for the Soulmarks and Soulmates and unacknowledged bonds then her mind would be clear.
"Morse!" Coulson called for her, drawing her attention from the constant buzz under skin and the girl that caused it.
Bobbi followed, finding the man in the comms room with May who looked pissed... Basically the average Tuesday. "Sir?"
"I've invited Skye onboard as a consultant." As if that hadn't already been obvious. May had called it, she had called it, Hell Fitz and Simmons had probably called it. The man wasn't subtle about his collection of misfits.
She couldn't help but argue though. To get Skye off the plane - to confirm Skye would be staying. "It's a risk." She pursed her lips, "she's part of the Rising Tide-" who had leaked three of her missions in a row, for all they knew it could have actually been Skye who did that. "She's untrained-" or too trained; how else could she resist the incessant urging of the mark without so much as batting an eye? "She's-"
"-an asset." Coulson cut it with a smirk. "You know, technically Stark is just a consultant."
"Stark is also a Legacy whose father helped create Shield, not a Rising Tide hacker who could end this circus before we even get off the ground." As long as she was there she wouldn't be able to not focus on her; on what she was doing, on her potentially fucking them over, on the possibility of her in danger. "And he's Iron Man!" Not a tiny woman with big brown eyes that looked like she'd shatter if anyone dared hit her... Or maybe Bobbi was the one that would shatter.
"We already have two untrained kids here, you're adding a third." May finally spoke up, her disapproval oozing through her words. Yes, exactly! How was she expected to concentrate when she had Skye and FitzSimmons to protect because they couldn't protect themselves.
Coulson stared at them both for a long moment; "okay, how about I make this a little clearer? Your concerns have been noted-" blue eye flickered from May to Bobbi as they steeled over with the authority of Director Fury's right hand man. "Both of you. But, Skye is consulting here under my authority, so while your concerns have been noted, and I will take heed; Skye will remain on this plane and a part of this team."
He waited for either of them to challenge him; May shook her head and walked away, Bobbi frowned and nodded. "Yes, Sir." Keep her eyes open and do what she's told, that's what Maria had told her, for once in her life do what she was told. So she didn't argue, didn't fight, didn't point out any of the thousand reasons she had for not trusting Skye and not wanting her on the plane. She bit her tongue and did as she was told.
It wasn't easy.
Especially when she could hear three pairs of feet clunking through the hallway. Fitz's lilting accent reached her first, she held her breath. Simmons' English tones followed in the same sentence as Fitz - always finishing each other's sentences. Skye's tone was the one that made her jaw clench and her skin itch.
"Dismissed, Morse." Coulson's voice brought her back to the briefing room instead of the hall outside. "Mission briefing when we're in the air." The man turned his attention to the tablet in his hands, as much of a dismissal as the actual words had been.
"... everything has to be just so when you're in the field, because of the danger." Bobbi caught the tail end of what Fitz was saying when she opened the door.
The only danger Fitz had probably ever seen was something going wrong in the lab - not that the lab wasn't dangerous, Doctor Banner was proof that it could be dangerous. Skye had probably been in field more than him! And wasn't that a stomach-twisting thought? She turned her attention back to the trio in time to hear Fitz saying that there was only one bunk left for Skye, an it was right next to his. That was a lie, and his attempts at flirting were majorly lacking, but it still made her glare at the Scottish genius.
"Simmons, Fitz, we're taking off soon, go secure the lab." Bobbi stepped out of the shadows and taking the box of Skye's belongings from Fitz in one swift motion. "I'll show our guest to a bunk."
"Of course-"
"-right away!" Fitz and Simmons spoke over each other before running off like a pair of over-excited children.
"Just can't stay away from me, huh?" Skye's voice was teasing, but Bobbi still tensed. Because, yes, that was exactly her problem. She was torn between wanting Skye close and wanting her as far away as possible - she wasn't sure which was fueled by her Mark and which was her distrust.
She chose disdain instead of admitting her weakness. "Whatever helps you sleep at night." The main bunks had six, hers, Fitz's, Simmons', and three empty. Coulson's was behind his office, and May's was near the cockpit. "Fitz is there-" a gesture to a closed bunk door as they passed. "Simmons-" directly next to Fitz because the two little science babies didn't earn a shared moniker by not being close. "Try not to destroy it." She scanned open a bunk at the end of the hall and stepped inside, depositing the box of Skye's most precious things on the bed. The box was disparagingly empty.
Skye's dark eyes moved around the small room; bed, desk, closet space, a little window. It was probably bigger than her van had been, it was a stark contrast of white surfaces, tight corners, and soon-to-be clouds beneath her instead of bitumen and street litter. "Hope your bed is bigger, Agent Amazon." Is the first thing Skye said, eyeing first the bed tucked in the corner, and then scanning her eyes so very obviously over Bobbi's body.
"My bed is fine." Instead of letting herself think about Skye and beds. Or worse - better - yet Skye and her bed. "I saw that mess in your van, try to keep this clean at least, I don't want to have to smell it from next door."
"Next door, huh?" The smirk on Skye's lips shouldn't have been so dirty.
The intercom outside the room crackled to life. "Wheels up in ten." May's voice was dull and authoritative as she spoke.
The first hints of apprehension appeared in Skye's eyes, clouding the pools of brown in a way that made her stomach twist. "Last chance to back out." Please back out. Please stay. Please, please, please. She didn't even know what she was silently pleading for.
Skye sucked her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment, letting her nerves show. "Hey, I, uh, I know we got off on the wrong-" so she was staying? And she was trying to play sweet and innocent. Bobbi wasn't buying it, and she didn't know whether to be disappointed or not.
If she was playing sweet and innocent, the blonde was going to let her know that she wasn't fooled, Bond or not... Even if the girl didn't admit they had a bond. "This isn't a game, you know?" She crossed her arms because that meant not reaching for the woman. "You can't just turn up and throw everything to shit because you want to. This-Shield, it's peoples lives. We worked hard to get here, and I'm not gonna let you screw everything up because you can't see the consequences of what your hacking does beyond the scope of your own computer screen." Skye's arms crossed too and blue eyes dropped to the swell of her breasts that were pushed up with the motion. She continued with her frustrated rant instead of letting herself get distracted by boobs and the warming of her Mark. "Do you have any idea what happens when people like you release classified information? The missions you jeopardise, the lives you put in danger because you leak-"
"Well, maybe if Shield wasn't playing around with alien technology and keeping information that the world has a right to know, I wouldn't have to hack in." Skye's tone was just as sharp and accusatory. "Shield was messing around with alien technology and inviting aliens to New York to kill thousands of people. That's who you work for, an agency that thinks regular people don't matter, who put everyone on the planet in danger, and the only thing they're protecting is their own asses. Do you even know how many people died because Shield brought an alien invasion that tried to wipe us out?"
Before Bobbi could snap back - or kiss the girl - the plane jerked into motion and the tarmac outside the tiny window started to slip by. Skye faltered in her fiery rant to grip the side of the door jam tightly, her knuckles turning white as May started taxiing them down the tarmac. "Come here." Her grip on the younger woman's wrist did not make her heart race or her Mark tingle. Nope. Absolutely not. Bobbi led her through to the main area on the bus and sat down, reaching for the buckles and brushing Skye's hands out of the way she tried to help. The buckles were done quickly and swiftly, securing first Skye - and she managed to only make her hands linger for a second - then herself. "One thousand, two hundred, and eighty-three."
It had been a full seven minutes before she spoke, during the ascent. "What?" Skye cocked her head to the side and peered at her curiously.
A slow breath out to calm herself. "The casualties; one thousand, two hundred and eighty-three... Another twenty-seven died from injuries after the fact, and nearly two thousand were injured." The girl looked shocked, part horrified, Bobbi had to look away. "It would have been a lot worse if SHIELD and the Avengers hadn't been there. That's what SHIELD is, protecting the regular people, they're the ones that do matter, that's why we do it. Think about that next time you go to leak someone's missions details." Blue eyes looked back over to see brown eyes staring at her, wide and searching.
Skye was the one to look away this time. "Did you ever stop to think that if Shield hadn't been messing around with alien technology, they wouldn't have brought the invasion, and thirteen hundred and ten people would still be alive." The blonde let out a long-suffering sigh. Just when she thought she might be getting through to her. "That's who you work for. You may think I'm the anarchist, but I'm not the reason thirteen hundred people are dead. Shield is."
This wasn't her first time in Peru, she'd been here for missions before, but the ancient temple laid out before her was still breathtaking. What was less breathtaking was FitzSimmons bickering about monkeys and snakes, and listening to Coulson explain to Skye what an 0-8-4 was. As soon as they stepped out of the SUV her senses were assaulted with dust. Dusty grounds, dust in the air, dust seeping into her pores. The dust is nearly suffocating as she stomps through the overgrowth. towards the temple, blue eyes scanning the area as she moves.
Fitz and Simmons led the way, chattering endlessly. Skye followed after them, her scent flittering back to her with the light breeze that was in the air. Bobbi trailed Skye, and Coulson brought up the end while May drove off to find somewhere to park that the rebels wouldn't see them. "Fitz, Simmons, get to work." Coulson ordered, but the little UK duo were already heading for the 0-8-4 in the wall and unpacking their little D.W.A.R.F drones. "Morse, secure the perimeter." She cast a long glance as Skye before turning on her heel as Coulson addressed the younger woman. "Skye..." They all waited with baited breath, because Skye didn't belong, she didn't have a role here, her presence right now was redundant. "Don't touch anything."
"Right, yeah." She could hear the dejection in Skye's voice as she left, stepping back into the striking heat of the sun. "I'm good at things too!" Was yelled after them as Coulson followed her out of the temple.
Of course she was good at things; hacking, lying, hiding her reactions, pretending she doesn't have a mark that matches Bobbi's own. But, none of those things were pertinent to the investigation of this 0-8-4. "I'll make a round." The blonde made a circle with her finger to let Coulson know before heading off. She could already hear FitzSimmons and Skye bickering in the temple.
She probably took more time than necessary to check the perimeter, but it was more time away from Skye when her whole body wasn't buzzing with need. The need to touch her, to kiss her, to protect her. To find out what she was hiding and expose her. By the time she made it back to mouth of the temple Coulson had gone back inside and May had arrived from parking the SUV, and she wasn't alone. There were people in the bushes who hadn't been there when she left. Fuck! What if they already got to Skye? She shouldn't have taken so long, Skye, FitzSimmons and Coulson could be in danger and she'd taken a leisurely stroll so she wouldn't be close to Skye.
Conversation with May was easy, using old code phrases to identify the men in the bushes. "Must be something big to get the Cavalry back in the field." 'Something big' they were outnumbered. "Where's your weapon?" Gunfight or hand-to-hand?
"Don't call me that." May was tightlipped, shooting a glare at her. "When I need a gun, I'll bring one." Hand-to-hand.
Okay. That was good. A way to get her aggression and frustrations out.
The four men in the bushes were easy, childs play, Bobbi had learned to fight worse odds in the Academy. The barbed tips of her escrima sticks pressed into one of her hostages neck, ready to let out a pulse of electricity whenever she please. She really should have done it, she mused when the cracking of twigs and the stomps of feet alerted them to dozens more men arriving. With guns.
"Should've brought a gun." Her words aimed at May with a wry smirk, 'should have chosen a gunfight'.
"Radio Coulson." May shot back with a steady look, raising her hands slowly in the face of automatic weapons. The comms unit in her ear crackled a little with the bad reception of the area as Coulson replied to her summons. Even with Coulson with them they wouldn't be able to fight their way out, but they might be able to give Skye and the science babies a chance to escape.
Bobbi should have closed the door, it was the logical thing to do; keep the unknown variables from seeing her weakened. But, she needed to keep an ear out to see if they attacked her Soulmate-her team. FitzSimmons were in the lab working on the device fueled by Tesseract technology - which seemed to go perfectly with Skye's argument against S.H.I.E.L.D, what with the gunfight and people chasing them to try and get their hands on it. May was flying, Coulson was up in his office with Camilla Reyes, and the Militia were sitting in the living room with free access to Skye.
Think of the girl and she shall appear, Skye peaked around the edge of the doorframe, not nearly as stealthy as she thought she'd been. "Hey." Brown eyes peered at her for a moment before the girl stepped so she was fully in view.
"Hey." Bobbi rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to her side, and attempting to ignore the fluttering in her stomach. It's just the wound, it's got nothing to do with the girl. Maybe if she told herself that enough she might actually believe it.
Brown eyes widened as the hacker stepped in and partially shut the door. "Holy shit, you're hurt!" As if she didn't already know that.
"I'm fine." The blonde ground out, continuing to dab at the wound with antiseptic.
"Here, let me-" the cotton swabs and alcohol were out of her hands before she could argue, Skye kneeling on the harsh tiles in front of her. Bobbi had to resist the urge to groan when the stinging touch of the swab was accompanied by the cool breeze of Skye's breath. "I'm not some anarchist hacker type that wants to see the world burn from behind a computer screen." And she had to ruin the moment by speaking. "When I said the rebels were kick ass, I meant the concept; so many people uniting against the government's mining policies, taking a stand for what they believe in. It's pretty cool." Between swipes of antiseptic and gentle blows against the gunshot graze on her side.
"Yeah, really cool." Bobbi rolled her eyes before letting them fall shut, "you're really good at this." The words tumbled from her lips without her permission.
"Thanks." She could hear the smirk in Skye's voice without opening her eyes; "had a lot of practice." What sort of practice did she have with taking care of gunshot wounds? Or injuries in general? "I just think that the fight is better when you're not alone; a hundred people taking down a wall is lot more effective than one person kicking at it in the hopes that something will happen."
"And one person going around the wall is better than kicking it down." The swabs touched her skin for the last time followed by the coolness of Skye's breath. Bobbi opened her eyes again to look at the girl. This would be the perfect moment to talk to her, find out what she's hiding, why she's hasn't mentioned their bond at all.
"What if kicking the wall down is the only way? What if there is no way to walk around or climb over?" Brown eyes peered up at her as Skye took a slow breath. "Hacking Shield for example-" cheeky little bastard, Bobbi glared at her, because that was exactly why she shouldn't be on this plane. Because she'd hacked S.H.I.E.L.D and was a member of the Rising Tide. "-if it was just one person continuously trying to get at the same firewall, I never would have got in. But, if there's ten of them hitting it, then it was easy to get in through the weak spots undetected... All of us working together as pieces of a puzzle to create a bigger picture."
"Your bigger picture leaked three of my missions and is a pain in my ass." Bobbi muttered dryly as Skye reached for a bandage.
"Such a nice ass too." Skye was flirting. They were on an airborne plane with Colombian Militia, and a Tesseract weapon, and Skye was flirting... Okay. "Tell me, Agent Morse-" and her name should never sound that sinful. "-which of your missions were leaked? Low-risk retrieval missions, non-combat missions, delivering non-sensitive information? Any of those?" The brunette smirked at her, "any undercover ops? Anything to do with armed assailants? It's almost like the leaks were designed to be a distraction instead of getting anyone hurt or killed."
"Distraction." Bobbi repeated in realisation. The Rising Tide - possibly Skye herself - had been leaking non-sensitive information as a distraction, then she'd gotten herself caught and wanted something from an Agent higher than a Level 7. The pieces were starting to come together, but not nearly fast enough, there were still too many missing to make up the full picture.
"All done." The nimble fingers that had been on her side lifted from her skin, leaving her with a bitter sense of longing and want, but Skye didn't move. She didn't stand up and walk away, she stayed kneeling in front of her, brown eyes peering at her through her lashes. Fuck, she wanted to kiss her! But, not until she got her answers - ignoring the bond, hacking S.H.I.E.L.D.
Maybe just one kiss?
"Skye, I-" she cut herself off, frowning at the partially open door. The same man had walked past that door three times in the last two minutes. "Hand me my staves." No time for kissing-answers, Bobbi had to correct herself-when they had armed potentially hostiles on the plane. Her fists grabbed at empty air for a few seconds until the familiar, cool metal replaced it. "You need to run. Get to the lab with FitzSimmons and lock the door, don't let anyone in that isn't me, Coulson or May. Understand?" Footsteps were on their way back down the hall, they were heavy despite trying to be stealthy and light.
"Bobbi, what-" she turned to see Skye's concerned features staring at her, her hands reached up of their own accord, still holding her staves, but cupping Skye's face none-the-less.
Skye's skin felt as soft as silk to her touch.
"Skye, please just trust me on this, okay?" Please trust me, please listen, please be safe because I'll go insane if anything happens to you, Bobbi pleaded silently.
"Okay." Brown eyes ducked down from the intensity of blue and Bobbi let out a breath of relief.
The man was right outside, he paused, listening for them, Bobbi kicked at the door, forcing it off it's hinges and trapping the man under its weight for a moment. The movement stretched at her wound and she hissed, hating to make it worse after the oh-so-pleasurable feel of Skye's breath. She stepped out of the bathroom first, ushering Skye past her as she turned to the man who was quickly recovering.
A double-thunk to the head with her escrima sticks knocked him out, but the noise had alerted the other men. "Skye, run!" Bobbi reminded, gripping her weapons tighter and heading for the men, that was also coming at her. The first one was easy, the second one managed a punch to her stomach that she knew she'd feel later, the third one went for Skye and her vision clouded over with red. Before she could get to him and dismember him for even thinking of touching her Soulmate, a fourth man came at her and she couldn't do anything but watch from the corner of her eye as... Skye punched him in the nose with an audible crack that meant a broken nose, kneed him in the balls and then brought his head down and kneed him in the head, knocking him out.
Bobbi really shouldn't have been so turned on by the sigh. It was more questions that she didn't have answers to, but it was hot.
Even with her training, and Skye's surprising fighting they were outnumbered six to one. She'd faced worse odds before, but never with her Soulmate at her side, potentially in danger. Having found Skye and having her so close was really messing with Bobbi's concentration.
When Bobbi woke up she was on the cargo ramp with her arms bound tightly behind her back, and she could already feel bruises forming. SHe kept her eyes closed, listening and identifying; Skye was with her, the familiar scent both calming and alerting her. FitzSimmons were there, chattering and arguing about Kung Fu, she could hear the even breathing of another person in the line.
"Nice of you to join us, Agent Morse." The teasing of Skye's tone was a little strained when she finally opened her eyes and gazed down the line. Skye directly to her right, Simmons and Fitz, May on the end. Fuck, they'd even gotten May. Where was Coulson? Without him there they had to assume he was out of commission, either as a hostage or worse.
Blue eyes strained to inspect every inch of Skye, to make sure she was okay - okay was a relative term when they were tied up in the cargo hold with Colombian Militia taking over the plane. "You okay?"
"Awe..." Skye smirked at up at her, "is the big bad Agent worried?"
Yes. Very much so. "Just don't want to have to put up with your whining." Because sarcasm is easier than admitting she cares when Skye won't do the same.
"Well, I'm great." Skye announced brightly, Bobbi rolled her eyes at her as Fitz and Simmons both chimed in that while they were knocked out and bound, they were both physically fit as the proverbial fiddle. "Think I broke one guys nose." She continued proudly.
"Yeah, nice moves." Where had she learned to fight? It was street fighting of course, but when you're fighting for your life any fighting is good enough. The other guy won't stop just because they weren't following the rules of a particular discipline of self defense. "Where are the Colombians?"
"Two up there, not paying very good attention-" Skye gestured to the top deck where less than 24 hours ago she was watching as Skye packed up her van. "-apparently we're only deemed dangerous enough for two guards though, haven't seen any of the others since I woke up."
"Good." Bobbi let out a huff, struggling with her handcuffs. Normally she could get out of them, but these were S.H.I.E.L.D issue and they usually required three different keys to open. "Let them underestimate us, it can only work in our favour."
Skye glanced over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow. "You have get the middle one before try for the sides."
"Yes, thank-you, Agent Rising Tide Hacker." Bobbi rolled her eyes, "where did you get your training again? Because I actually went to the Academy and-"
"-and it took me three minutes, so if you don't want my advice, I'll just take it elsewhere." Skye cut in with a victorious smirk.
"What?" Blue eyes looked back to where Skye's hands were bound and-Skye was leaning back against her un-cuffed hands with said cuffs laying on the floor several inches away. "How did you do that?"
Her smirk really shouldn't be so filthy, but Bobbi's heart jumped and her Mark warmed against her skin when Skye leaned in close to her ear. "Trade secret." Her breath was hot and Bobbi had to close her eyes and clench her fists so she wouldn't kiss the girl.
Before Bobbi could say anything, or do anything stupid - like kiss her - May let them know she was awake. "Are you two done?"
"Not quite, but I can finish later." And if that statement wasn't laden with sexual innuendo Bobbi was a pink cactus... And Bobbi was in no way a pink cactus.
The plane was destroyed, Bobbi could still hear the echo of Director Fury's shouts, and they were grounded for at least a week until the plane was operational again. She'd filed her reports, checked her wound, and cleaned up her bunk - the glass on the picture frames were broken, but they were easily replaced. She had a lot of things she could be doing; training, sparring with May, checking her weapons, writing a three page essay on why she should stay away from Skye... And yet, here she was, at the bunk next to hers, lightly tapping on the open doorframe.
Skye looked up for a second before turning her attention back to cleaning up her bunk. "Any damage?" Because the girl didn't have much and it would be a shame if any of it was broken.
"Nothing I can't handle." Skye shrugged, deftly picking up her hula girl and tossing it into the box on her bed.
Bobbi surveyed her, drawn shoulders, defeated tone, tense around the eyes. "You want to see something cool?" Surprised brown eyes darted up to her. "I'll even help you clean up after." Clean up, not pack. The destroyed plane had been as much anyones fault as it was Skye's, and as much as she wanted Skye off the plane it wasn't going to be because of this.
The brunette pushed the box to the side and got up, brushing off her jeans. "I've already seen Coulson get yelled at by the pirate guy, so my expectations are pretty high."
"You know the oh-eight-four-"
"My memory isn't that bad, we nearly died for it three hours ago, it's kinda hard to forget." Skye rolled her eyes, following the blonde into the hall.
"Things like that, Tesseract technology, they're too dangerous to be in anyone's hands. Even Shield's." The walk to the cargo ramp was slow, and there was enough room in the hall that they didn't need to touch, but her Mark hummed happily when their shoulders brushed, and Skye's wasn't making any move to step away either. "We put them in a rocket and fly them into the sun." Skye stopped, Bobbi stopped a second later and looked back at her.
"You're saying we almost died just to destroy that thing?"
"Would you rather Reyes and her men have it?"
Once they reached the cargo hold Skye immediately went to sit on the partially lowered ramp where FitzSimmons had dragged a cooler full of beer, and Bobbi stayed back a few feet with May.
"She's smart, thinks on her feet." May commented, it was obvious who she was talking about. The risk, the hacker, the girl who was currently laughing with FitzSimmons. "She could be a good Agent." Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. Recruit the girl, find out what she's hiding, and make her an asset instead of an enemy. "Need a good S.O."
"I'll talk to her." Bobbi nodded, "you have a Soulmark?" May raised an eyebrow at her. "You met them?"
"There a point to this, Morse?" May finally asked, crossing her arms and glaring through her Aviators.
Was there a point to this? Yes, how was she supposed to deal with a Soulmate who didn't even acknowledge they were Soulmates? "No. Just curious."
May rolled her eyes and walked away, muttering about Sci-Tech kids being too curious under her breath. Bobbi looked back to the three kids on the edge of the cargo ramp; Fitz and Simmons excitedly talking over each other, Skye laughing along and sipping at her beer.
"Hey, Bobbi, come watch!" Skye called over her shoulder, and for all she didn't trust the girl she couldn't deny her even this one small thing.
Her feet dangled over the edge of the ramp and Skye was warm against her shoulder as she passed over a beer. "You did good today." The praise slipped from her lips easily. She took a sip of beer to try and wash down the urge to say more, to make a fool of herself.
"Yeah?" Skye's brown eyes lit up at the simple praise. Who hadn't praised her enough in her life that four simple words were enough to make her so happy? "You weren't so bad either." The brunette teased, knocking against her shoulder, Bobbi grinned and looked down at her. Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her. Her lips looked so tempting, still curved in a smile, pink, wet from beer or her tongue - Bobbi didn't know and didn't really care.
Skye looked away and the moment was broken, replaced with contentedness and easy company as Fitz pinched his nose and started a countdown. Bobbi took another pull of her beer and let her eyes wander; mostly empty tarmac, rocket in the distance, the chattering of FitzSimmons. The rocket took off and the trio beside her let out a cheer as the cloud of smoke mushroomed out and the ship started to rise, disappearing into the sky.
Bobbi spotted Director Fury a couple hundred metres from the plane, looking back at them, before she even had time to panic that the Director of her Agency was watching her, she felt movement against her arm and glanced over to see Skye raising her beer in the Director's direction with serious look on her features. Huh? Her blue eyes travelled back to Fury to see him nod and turn on his heel, continuing back to main building.
What?
And in the blink of an eye Carefree Skye was back, sipping her beer and smirking up at her. "So, Agent Morse, this all you do for fun around here?" God, please stop making her name sound so sinful? "Rockets and alcohol? I could think of a few other fun things to do..."
I'M ALIVE!
So, I've had this ready for a few days, but shit happened and I'll just say that it's here now.
