A/N: Hey guys! Here's the next chapter. Enjoy!
Skye immediately got up and went down to the stairs leading to the lab and called down them for everyone to get up there while Maria went to the cockpit and got Agent May, watching as Skye returned with Coulson, Grant, and FitzSimmons.
"So, we found Emily! Based off the coordinates, we believe she's located in a cave or something somewhere in the Arctic." Skye said, turning her laptop around so it faced the others.
"Why the Arctic?" Fitz asked, looking at Simmons, who shrugged and opened her mouth to speak, only for Agent Hill to speak first.
"I believe it's HYDRA's main base from World War Two. One of them, anyway, but i'm not positive. The one who would be able to tell us isn't here at this moment.. It's actually predictable if you ask me."
Coulson sighed, "Well, now that that's settled, we need to find a way to get in and get out as quickly as possible."
"A monkey?" Fitz asked, causing for everyone to roll their eyes.
At that moment, everyone started arguing about what would be the best way to get in, get Emily and take Marco into custody, and get out without alerting the rest of HYDRA.
The group fought on and off until it had already gotten dark and Maria and Skye had begun to grow tired and irritable, not to mention the fact that for the past five hours, starting three hours into the fight, Skye had been trying to say something but kept being interrupted.
"It's already ten o' clock at night God dammit! Can none of you agree on something!?" Maria exclaimed, finally losing her temper and what was left of her patience.
Skye nodded, "I agree, so how about I offer my two cents? What if one person goes in as a distraction and someone else goes into grab Emily...and Marco, if no one has killed him yet? While this is happening, the others can either wait in the van or on the bus." Skye explained, crossing her arms in front of her.
"Why didn't you say anything eight hours ago!?" Jemma asked, raising her voice.
Skye shrugged, "I was entertained..and then about three hours in I realized how this could mean the difference between life and death for Emily, but whenever I tried to say something I got interrupted."
Maria sighed, "Well, i'm definitely going. No question about it." She said, leaning back on the counter before adding, "And maybe Agent Ward or Agent May can come with me as back up and Coulson can be with Skye and FitzSimmons, monitoring the whole thing."
"Yeah, I guess I could come with you. Agent May?" Grant asked, turning to look at May, ignoring the look that Skye sent his way.
"Don't see why I wouldn't go. Sure."
"Then it's settled. May, set the coordinates for the Arctic. We should be there by in about five or six hours. Two in the morning at the latest." Coulson explained, looking at May, who nodded and went back to the cockpit while Coulson went back to his office as Agent Hill, Skye, and Grant went down to the lab with FitzSimmons.
Grant awoke at midnight to find Skye was not beside him like she usually was, immediately becoming concerned as he got up. His instinct told him to go to the kitchen, knowing that she often got cravings in the middle of the night, but went to check down stairs first, half expecting to find her beating the hell out of a punching bag, even though she had been told by everyone to stay away. The only one he found down there at that hour punching said bag was Agent Hill, who he had heard a couple hours earlier before he had gone to bed himself, mumbling something in her sleep, constantly tossing and turning. He sighed and went back up the stairs and heading past his bunk and into the kitchen, where the girl in question was making something.
"Babe, what are you doing?"
Skye looked at him, shooting him a cold glare before turning back to what she was doing, seemingly mixing some ingredients together.
"Making some food...mainly cookies. You know, to celebrate Emily's return when we get her and bring that son of a bitch who should have never been born into custody, and...oh I don't know...keep him there!" She snapped, a bitter edge to her voice.
Grant sighed, "Alright, what's wrong?"
Skye ignored him as she continued to angrily beat the mixture.
"Where's Agent Hill? Wasn't in my old bunk." She asked, completely ignoring his question.
"Skye, look at me, what's wrong?" Grant asked, wrapping his arms around her and trying to kiss her, only to be roughly pushed away.
"You want to know what's wrong? You're going to be putting your life on the line and I can't be there because i'm pregnant! I have to stay here with my dad and FitzSimmons and I won't know if you're injured until you get back...if you get back! Why can't Agent Hill and May go in and do this by themselves?" She asked, trying to keep her voice down as not to wake the others.
"Skye, I have to go. I'm a specialist and they might need my help, if there's a bomb, for example. I'm not going to get hurt, and I sure as hell am not going to die and leave you or our baby. They will make sure of that. There's nothing to worry about."
Skye sighed, "I know. It's just always going to be in the back of my mind, you know?"
Grant nodded and hugged her again, resting his chin on her head.
"I know. But if you want to find a way to distract yourself, making those cookies isn't a bad idea." He said in an attempt to make a joke to ease her mind.
Skye scoffed and reached behind him into the silver mixing bowl and throwing a handful of flour at him as he gave her an 'are you kidding me?' look, before taking his own handful and throwing it at her.
It was an all out flour fight.
"So, you never did tell me where Agent Hill was." Skye said as they continued to throw the white, powdery substance at each other.
"I found her down stairs hitting a punching bag before I came and found you in here. Earlier, before I went to bed, I heard her mumbling some words in her sleep, words such as 'don't touch me' and 'leave me alone.' and the ever popular 'no' followed by tossing and turning..I think she also tried to hit something.. I think it may have been a nightmare, similar to the ones you got after your...accident." Grant explained, referring to the time when Ian Quinn had shot her several months earlier. Skye had nightmares for several weeks, and still got them from time to time and had actually been diagnosed with PTSD, and after that, Grant was the only one who could keep the nightmares away.
"Maybe it's PTSD just like I was diagnosed with...and Agent Romanoff. Both of them have had pretty traumatic pasts. We all have and only their respective husbands can keep the nightmares away, and when they aren't there, the nightmares come and hit them full force and they have no control over them...then again, maybe it wasn't just a nightmare from her past. Could've been a mixture of memories from her childhood, missions she's been on, the Battle of New York, anything really."
Grant shrugged, "Maybe, but that isn't why I came to find you. We're going to be landing in about an hour so we should go get ready."
Skye nodded, "Okay, but before we go..." She said, trailing off as she picked up the mixing bowl with the rest of the flour...what was left of it anyway, and dumped it over Grants head.
Instead of getting angry like he would had they not been dating, he laughed and allowed her to laugh as well before Coulson entered.
"What happened in here?" He asked, trying to hold back his own laughter at seeing his daughter and her boyfriend covered in flour from head to toe.
"Sorry, dad. I was making cookies, then Grant came and things got out of hand. Don't worry, we'll clean it up."
Grant shook his head, "No, I'm cleaning it. The only thing you're cleaning is yourself."
Skye rolled her eyes, "I'm pregnant, not an invalid. You can clean the floor, I clean the counter tops and the mixing bowl. Deal?"
Grant thought about it for a minute.
"Alright, deal."
They both nodded and shared a passionate kiss until Coulson cleared his throat awkwardly, causing for them to pull away, briefly forgetting he was there, and start cleaning. One thought in their minds as they did.
Will the mission go according to plan?
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