Hunan, dead Agents, baby, 084.
That's what Skye's case boiled down to; there had been a massacre in China, a report of an 084, teams of Agents went in to investigate and found a baby. All but 2 of the Agents died, and Those two brought the 084-baby back to the States and dropped her at an orphanage with a protocol saying she could never be adopted and to keep her moving.
Skye was the 084-baby.
Skye was Bobbi's Soulmate.
Maria finally gave her orders as night was ticking into morning. "Tori, don't file the Soulmate paperwork, and once she's cleared from isolation, get rid of everything we took for tests. Anything that could identify her stays out of the system, as far as Shield knows, she's a consulting hacker and that's it." Maria looked tired, sounded tired. "Morse, I want to punish you for not reporting your Soulmate, but it turned out to be the right thing, no matter how inconvenient it is. Your orders are the same; head down, eyes open, mouth shut... if you can manage that?"
"Screw you." Was Bobbi's eloquent reply.
"Not since the Academy." The Academy was fun, Bobbi mused. "It's not ideal that you're Marked to the kid, but we can't do anything about that, so just keep an eye on Coulson and keep training her. At least if she can defend herself she might live long enough for us to find out what she is." Suddenly her Soulmate ignoring their Bond wasn't her biggest problem. "If anything happens on that Bus-if anyone so much as yawns, you tell me, got it, Bob?" Maria didn't wait for her ascent though, and continued talking. "And for the love of God, can we go one week without everything going to shit?"
The answer was no.
It head taken a further 3 days before Skye and Simmons were released from isolation. One day for a suitable vaccine to be developed that actually kill the virus with no adverse affects to humans, and a further 2 days for mandatory containment after to make sure that they weren't contagious and that the vaccine had worked on them.
In those 3 days Thor had reappeared on Earth, Maria had re-Levelled Skye's file to Level 10 and said that if the girl kept digging it would earn her the nanny bracelet until she stopped. Bobbi had argued, but her complaints had been ignored.
By the time they're ready to leave the Hub, Skye has been scrubbed from S.H.I.E.L.D's database, May has been brought in on the new plan of action which is exactly the same as the old plan just with added Skye-watching. Bobbi doesn't question why they aren't talking to Coulson about the girl he himself brought onto the team... well, she wants to, but Maria pointedly reminds her to keep her mouth shut and follow orders.
Hand is keeping the nanny bracelet on Skye as long as she can get away with it, and Hill is letting her because Skye not using technology means Skye can't try and hack the agency for her file. Bobbi is still trying to work out what she could possibly say to Skye to stop her from looking. And to top it all off, her frustration is starting to rise again about Skye blatantly ignoring the Bond.
Bobbi spends a lot of time in gym.
Fitz came to the gym on the first day, looking lost with Simmons still in Isolation, and she teaches him how to at least throw a punch without breaking his hand.
Coulson comes on the second day and gives her a patented Dad Talk about how Skye will be fine, he's disappointed by what she did, and she only focuses half on him.
May comes on the third day and tells her to get her act together.
Hill comes on the fourth day and orders her to get her act together.
Skye comes on the fifth day and says that Hill ordered Coulson to order May to train her instead of Bobbi.
Bobbi hits the punching bag (and maybe a wall) so hard that she breaks three fingers on the fifth day after Skye leaves and she wants to demand that Hill takes her orders back, but instead she takes her battered hand to her bunk on the plane and drowns her frustrations in tequila and vodka.
In the morning Coulson tells the team that they've been drafted as part of the mammoth group tasked with cleaning up Thor's destruction once he's off world again. Bobbi would argue, but it sounds like the kind of mind numbing task that she needs at that moment.
In England Fitz and Simmons are awed and fascinated and apprehensive as they pick through the wreckage for any salvageable technology or weaponry.
Coulson mostly moans about having to clean up, but Bobbi thinks it's more that Thor was on world and the Asgardian still thinks he's dead so he couldn't see him again.
May has to make sure Skye doesn't touch anything or contaminate anything, which results in Skye following Coulson around as he explains how the Norse myths tie into Thor and Asgard, and May following Skye to make sure she doesn't touch anything other than the tub she'd been given, and Bobbi following May because Coulson is just picking up random rubble and she doesn't want another Space Sniffles incident.
One thing is for sure, Skye is actually earning some brownie points with May if the little smirk on the older woman's face is anything to go by.
"I can't think of a single time anything alien in human hands ended well." Coulson comments, and Bobbi could agree; the Tesseract, the Chitauri helmet, neural transmitters... only bad things could happen when humans handled alien objects, including the time Nat drank too much after the Battle of New York and took one of the Chitauri flying bikes out for a spin and ended up doing crop circles for fun in an Idaho field. Fury hadn't been too happy about that from what she'd heard.
"Wouldn't mind getting my human hands on Thor." Her mind was brought back to Skye, "he's dreamy." Sure, she could admit to screwing around with Lydon, and say Thor was dreamy, but admit she had a Soulmate standing ten feet away? An impossible feat never to even be acknowledged, let alone attempted.
"Sure, he's handsome-" Coulson looked vaguely uncomfortable at the turn of conversation.
"No." May cut in with a smirk, "he's dreamy." The look Skye gave Coulson could only be described as a two year old being told they were right.
Fitz and Simmons are in charge of isolating the alien rubble from the human rubble, and they end up enlisting Bobbi to help because they need someone who actually understand their complicated colour-coding system to yell at the other Agents who try to put metals in the same category as what appears to biological samples, and if someone doesn't yell at the underlings Simmons might have a conniption.
The area the team had been assigned had taken 3 days less than any other team to catalogue and clean up, and Hill had nearly instructed them to stay and assist the other teams, but the international search for keywords relating to S.H.I.E.L.D jurisdiction had pinged at a National Park in Norway.
Norway. How fun, she'd never been to Norway before.
Coulson doesn't speak Norwegian, and the witness doesn't speak English ehich means Bobbi has to talk to the witness whilst May gets Simmons up the tree to scan the imprint. She doesn't hear what May says, but Simmons nods resolutely and starts to climb, rambling to herself as she inches higher.
After finishing her talk with the witness - an overly innocent and naive man who reminded her of a carton boy next door - Bobbi went to report to Coulson. "Blonde woman so angry she had cartoon steam coming out her nose, holding a silver stick with markings on it, accomplice was a white man in his thirties with a ponytail, facial hair and a chainsaw." She handed him the notes she'd written during the interview.
Coulson looked down to her notes, raised his eyebrows and silently handed them back. "So Bobbi has the power, and Clyde got it for her. Interesting dynamic." Damnit! She'd written her notes in Norwegian. "Fitz said whatever was in the tree was the same as Thor's hammer. Asgardian." Great, humans with something Asgardian. Maybe Coulson was right, humans shouldn't have alien toys. "Anything to help us find where they're hiding?"
Skye chose that moment to speak up through the Comms from the Bus where she'd been ordered to stay alongside Fitz. "Sir, I don't think they're hiding." A ping from her tablet preceded a video from the news.
A group of rioters in Oslo seemingly led by a blonde woman and a man, showing strength and power beyond abnormal human, burning cars, running civilians, a birds-eye shot of writing in flames. 'WE ARE GODS'.
"This, " Coulson sighed, his brows furrowed at the screen. "Is why humans can't have nice alien things."
An Asgardian stick broken into 3 pieces, and at least one of those pieces was in the hands of Jakob Nystrom and Petra Larsen, and a dozen of their Norse-Paganist hate group had injured 18 people so far, and an additional two that had been in critical condition before succumbing to their injuries. These people had 2 deaths to their names, and more to come if S.H.I.E.L.D didn't stop them.
Luckily Coulson apparently knew an expert on Asgardian mythology.
Eliot Randolph in Spain rubbed her the wrong way.
Bobbi didn't really think talking to a history professor required the entire team, but Coulson had said it would be a good teaching experience
It was worse than humans having alien weapons, it was a weapon from an alien army that invokes rage and strength in bearer. And Jakob and Petra had already found one piece.
Bobbi hated following orders!
Stupid orders like listening to Professor Randolph and going on a wild goose chase even though he was clearly sending them on the wrong path, and orders like going into a dark and creepy crypt with Skye in search of alien weaponry. Why Skye? Skye wasn't a trained Agent. What would she do if she came across something? What would she do if Nystrom and Larsen were there? What would she do if she found the weapon?
The thought made Bobbi sick to her stomach, but she shut her mouth and followed orders and watched Skye go down a separate tunnel.
She knew they shouldn't have trusted Randolph, was her first thought when she saw him in the tunnel holding another piece of the Berserker staff.
Bobbi couldn't remember anything else except white hot rage, burning through her veins.
Then Skye.
Angry!
Barbara Morse was angry.
Angry that Coulson had ordered her to the lab, angry that Simmons was asking her stupidly irrelevant questions, angry that she'd let Randolph get away. Angry that Randolph had let Nystrom and Larsen's hate group get away with another piece of the Berserker staff, angry that Skye was standing ten feet away and she still had even so much as mentioned being her Soulmate in three months.
Angry.
Simmons was asking questions.
Fitz was asking questions.
Skye was asking questions.
Bobbi just wanted to hear whatever bullshit story Randolph was spouting out now, and they wouldn't "SHU UP!" the lab fell silent to her raised voice as she hit at the control panel to turn the volume up
"Bobbi." Skye stepped between Bobbi and the screen showing Coulson and Randolph, blocking her view.
"Move." The blonde demanded.
"Bobbi, you need-"
"What?" The blonde turned attention to the younger woman. "What do I need Skye? Do I need to calm down?" Skye's eyes widened, fear. "Do I need to sit down and let those terrorist kill people?" A step towards Skye, a step back from Bobbi. "Do I need sit here and put up with this shit because that asshole is lying to us?" Fitz and Simmons were in the background of her mind, telling her to calm down, to stop advancing, to please please please stop. "Do I need to stand here and have my fucking Soulmate ignore me and just put a happy fucking smile on my face and pretend everything is okay when you're standing right fucking here." Skye's back was to the wall, Bobbi was still advancing, her breaths were short and harsh, and Skye was just staring at her. "Well? Is that what I need Skye? For you to fucking ignore me? Does it give you some kind of sick pleasure, or do you just not want a Shield Soulmate-?"
"What?" Skye's voice was soft, but Bobbi was not in the mood for soft or confused and any other shit right now.
"Stand down, Morse." She hadn't noticed May enter the room.
"What do you mean, why am I ignoring you?" Skye demanded, less soft now.
Bobbi glared, Skye knew exactly what she meant. "Don't pretend, Skye, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!"
"NO I DON'T! I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING BECAUSE YOU WONT FUCKING TALK-"
"YOU WANT TO TALK? HOW ABOUT WE TALK ABOUT YOU-" she was towering over Skye, her heart was racing, rage was burn hot in her veins.
"MORSE." No-one had ever heard May raise her voice before. It was enough to give her pause. "You need to stand down, Morse." May put a hand on her arm, Skye tried to slide past the wall and get away, "stand. D-"
Skye wasn't getting out of there until she'd gotten her God damned answer, Bobbi pushed her back, Skye let out a whimper when her back hit the wall again. "Just admit it, Skye." The words hissed past her teeth.
The brunette glared back, "admit what?"
"Admit it." Bobbi was close now, close enough to feel Skye's shape, short breaths against her face. "Just admit it." Was it a plea or a demand?
Bobbi felt stunned for a moment, the feeling against her lips little more than a featherlight pressure. She dizzy at the soft lips, finally, after months, touching her own. Hungry for the touch, the taste, the feel. Featherlight and gentle wasn't going to happen, Bobbi's lips were demanding, harsh and bruising; taking and taking and taking. Her arm was across Skye's chest, holding her in place as she finally took what she'd wanted so bad since the snarky little hacker said the words on her hip in LA.
There were teeth, and bruising touches, and biting, and Bobbi demanded more and more and more. There was fire and anger, and...
Skye moaned.
Skye moaned and Bobbi was kissing her, and Bobbi was pinning her to the wall, and Bobbi had pushed her there and hurt her and was kissing her, and she felt sick to her stomach as she pulled back to see Skye panting and a red impression of her arm already showing against her chest.
"Fuck."
So, yes, I was gone for 10 months, came back for a week and then left for two weeks... but! I was just having trouble finding Bobbi's anger point. In the show Ward had the whole Well thing, but I didn't know what Bobbi's would be, and that got me thinking on what Bobbi's 'Defining moment' was and I couldn't figure that out either so I was stuck and then I just figured screw it, and wrote Skye as Bobbi's anger and told myself I'd come back to her defining moment.
