A/N: This song "Hello There" is really cute. You have to hear it! Haha. Don't forget to vote if you haven't ;) I'm closing it on Tuesday.

Skye was so not attracted to that other avenger. So NOT attracted. So she hacked into the security feeds to watch the new avenger and it might even be classified as stalker but really, she wasn't attracted to Sam.

Yes, she did like the way he smiled and the way his eyes would crinkle. She loved his wide grins when Clint pranked Steve. Hell, she pranked on Steve and blamed it on Clint just to see that wide grin. And despite him having been in the building for the last two weeks, they hadn't spoken a single word to each other. It wasn't the lack of him trying but more of her squeaking away before he could get a word out.

She smacked her head on the table moaning at how stupid she was acting. He is just a dude, another superhero, just another avenger.

Skye was on standby as a tech due to a broken leg after some doom bots had crashed into her. Being on standby as a tech during an Avengers' fight is one of the most boring thing that one could ever do. Mainly because Tony had Jarvis to handle anything that an IT tech needed to do.

"Someone is hacking into my flight pack-" the velvety voice crackled through the speakers, it sent her leaping to the computers.

And it took only barely thirty seconds to kick the intruder out, "I got you! I got you!" she told him.

There was a slight pause and the videos showed him swooping up just in time. "Thanks a bunch. Skye right? I think you might be my soulmate."

The mug she was holding crashed onto the floor. "Skye?" he called out worriedly.

"Seriously, birdman? Now!?" Tony yelled, firing more shots at the darn flying bots.

"But she keeps squeaking off in the tower!"

Skye blushed as she felt Coulson's eyes on her.

Tony flipped his faceplate and frowned at her. "You, him. There now."

Skye blushed and tried to inch away only to bang into Steve's chest and with the I-am-disappointed-with-you face (which she swears he could patent it), she trudged into the conference room, standing as far as she could from Sam.

"Are you afraid of me?" Sam asked, very carefully padding over to her.

"No!" Skye waved frantically at his crestfallen face. "I just. It's just-" She palmed her face, "It's just that you're so handsome."

"Oh?" he smiled slowly and tugged up his sleeve. "This your words?" On his bicep was her scrawny handwriting.

'Yes I call my coffee machine Evet, okay?'

Skye remembered that. It was two days after he had arrived. Clint had taken the honorary role of showing the newcomer around and told him about Evet which apparently is officially part of the tour ever since she shot someone out of the window with her powers when he touched Evet.

"Whatever you do, don't touch Evet. Skye can do much worse than bite you. She can literally erase you from existence." Clint told Sam.

"What?"

Clint grins, thumbs at the black machine in the corner. "That is Evet."

"The coffee machine is called Evet?" Sam asked with a strange look on his face.

"Yes I call my coffee machine Evet, okay?" She snapped and hurried out of the kitchen before he could say anything.

Sam stood in front of her, pulling her hands from her face. "You know I spent a lot of my life asking if that coffee machine has a name." She laughed and he beamed at her. "You've no idea how many odd looks I've gotten from that question.

He slid his nose down hers, pressing his lips onto hers. Soft and careful, just like how he makes her feel.

"And I started calling myself Skye because of my soulmark." He smirks before diving back in, sinking into the kiss, her hand gripping his shirt, his hand fisting her hair.

"Mr Wilson, Sir would like to remind you before you proceed to tearing your clothes off, that you are due for a debriefing which they would like to begin now that you've done kissing."

They chuckle and he leans down for a chaste lingering kiss. "Coffee after this?"

"Definitely."

A/N: Yes, Evet was picked Evet for being Okay/Yes in Turkish. Was a joke then seemed to have flopped..