AN: Morning :) As always, many thanks to MegaDiary123 for editing this, lately I've been sending the chapters in the last minute and yet the get corrected in time. I know a lot of you were waiting for this (or so I think), so here is a small flashback for y' all.

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Skye's POV

It was one rainy night somewhere in Minnesota, if I wasn't mistaken. I was slowly but surely making my way to Canada and I had found a pretty remote, small village near enough the border with the other country so that if I wanted I could cross over, but far away so that my tremors wouldn't raise too many questions.

After I left the Academy I made some fast cash by using my technology and hacking skills, selling information and fixing computer systems to people who asked and who were willing to pay good cash for it. Nothing too shady, I did have some ethics that I would never betray.

So, between checking what was going on inside S.H.I.E.L.D. and making some money, I bought myself my van, which was the one that I still had and was also the one that Tony's people found me in when I tried hacking into Stark Industries. Anyhow, with this means of transportation and living arrangements, since I did live in the van, I set myself to going somewhere remote so that I wouldn't bother anyone. And, in best case scenario, try to get the grips of my new found powers which would make everything around me shake without my command.

I had just finished my shift from that nice little cafe that I was currently working at as a waitress. The owners were really kind, a married couple who wanted to raise a family and pass the family business of running the cafe to their children. Because they were really happy with the peaceful and quiet life that they had and they had no worries about the future. After all, nothing too exciting ever happened to that village.

So when I found out that they wanted a person to help out with the shop, I was the first in line to try and get the job. After I checked their background and made sure that everything checked out, of course.

I could tell that they were wondering how in the world did a 17-year-old girl ended up in a small town as theirs, asking for employment nonetheless. But they didn't ask any questions. In my hard drive I had all the documents that I had gathered over the years about myself, one of which was my high school graduation paper. After I showed them this they just accepted me, probably thinking that I was running away from something, which was spot on. So, just like that, and I had become a part of their family. They always paid me in cash, more often than not giving me more that my weekly pay-check should be and I always thanked them for their generosity.

That was how I found myself walking towards my home-slash-van. As every time before I had parked it in the back of the cafe, hidden from plain view. I unlocked it and opened the back door to throw my backpack inside before making my way to the driver's seat. I was just about to jump in but as I checked the area around, a habit that I hadn't gotten rid of and I was surely glad for it, I saw a figure lying behind some dumpsters a few meters away.

The rain had really picked up at that moment and after having an argument with myself, I let out a breath and slammed the car door shut, making my way towards the stranger.

"Hey, man, you okay over there?" I asked only to get no reply. I tucked the hood of my jacket, securing it better over my head and I leaned on the edge to see what was going on. We didn't get any junkies in this place after all.

"Shit!" I exclaimed when I saw a person laying there, no t-shirt on and only some purple trousers on, and even those where roughly cut at his knees. I run up to him and kneeled next to him checking for a pulse and letting out a breath when I found one. "Can you hear me?" I didn't really expect any reply, not that I got any either way. I huffed and looked around. My shift from the coffee shop was the last of the day and the cafe was closed now. I ran my hand through my hair, as I was contemplating what I could do at the moment. I couldn't possible leave the man there and I had no idea what had happened to him. He didn't have any bruises on and from a quick scan I couldn't find any needle marks, so I was fairly certain he wasn't drugged either. But that didn't solve any of my questions as he was clearly not sleeping, but was unconscious. "I am so going to regret this" I muttered under my breath as I made up my mind.

I threw his arms over my neck, and then his whole upper body, picking him up with a fireman's carry as I made my way towards the van.

As I did every night, I drove off towards the forest close to the town, where there was no other soul in the near proximity other than myself. Well, myself and the mystery guy that was. I had placed him on the back of my van and onto my bed, after wrapping a towel on him to get as much water as possible before covering him with my blankets, making sure he was warm enough. After all, I had no idea for how long he had been under the harsh weather and if he didn't catch a cold after all of that I would be extremely grateful.

I sat on the shotgun seat, my knees brought up to my chest and my arms tightly hugging them. I would often check on the back, just to make sure that there was no change in the stranger's condition before I found myself too tired to continue like that and so I drifted off to a light sleep.

Or so I wanted to believe, because just as many nights after I left the Academy, my sleep ended up being a restless one as I couldn't keep control of my powers when I entered unconsciousness. And, just as many nights before, I woke up to be met with my quakes. Only this time I jumped from my sitting position from the light touch of someone tapping me on the shoulder.

It didn't take more than one touch from him, before my instincts took over. Without really thinking what I was doing I had the person who was tapping me in a tight hold, his hand twisted behind his back and his face on the driver's seat. I actually had to blink a couple of times before my eyes cleared from the sleep haze and I realised what I was doing. Recognising the guy that I was holding down, and was struggling to escape, as the man who I had picked up a few hours prior was enough to make me release my hold and for him to let out a hiss as he rubbed his wrist.

I watched as he carefully backed off towards the far end of the van, getting his breathing under control. This was totally not the way that I wanted this to turn out.

I registered that the shaking had yet to stop. From the moment that I woke I knew that this was not like some of my worse episodes, and I should have been able to stop it by now without any problems. But, as it turned out, it was not that easy because of my high alert when I was abruptly woken up by a stranger. And I needed space and privacy to try and take the quake in, because it wouldn't stop on its own.

"You need to leave" I said to the guy and properly stood up, going to the back of the van. I picked up a really large t-shirt that I had as a spare and threw it as his chest.

He looked at it questionably and then I turned around as I felt the buzzing in my arms grow stronger and stronger by the second. I tightly closed my eyes, taking deep breaths, trying to take everything in. I knew the van like the back of my hand, so when I reached for the door handle and opened the back door I didn't even need to look at what I was doing.

"Go" I told him and made to step away from the door, my forehead resting on the side of the van as it was not the biggest vehicle in the market.

I didn't hear him say anything else, nor did I detect him making any move to exit. The buzzing had, by that time, reached my shoulders and I knew that I wouldn't be able to contain it for much longer and that I needed to release it. Soon. "Leave!" I yelled at him only to get a really quiet, one-word reply.

"No"

Oh you're got to be kidding me! I thought and took another deep breath just as May and Natasha had taught me. "What?" I managed to phrase with difficulty.

"Despite the fact that you almost broke my arm there is no way that I am leaving you here in the middle of an earthquake. It's not safe to drive and if I am to go, then you are coming with" he spoke and from the volume of his voice I could tell that he was carefully coming closer to me.

I felt him touch my shoulder, trying to turn me around so that I would follow him out of the van and whatever control I had disappeared as my focus shattered. I did turn around, and he tried to get my hand to pull me out, only for me to escape his light grip and to extend both hands to his chest and let loose. My powers surged through my hands and to his torso as he was sent flying from the open door of the van and crushed at the neared tree trunks, completely destroying it and continuing to fly until I lost him from my sight, which was not that hard given that all of that was happening in the middle of the night.

I cursed loudly as I looked down at my arms, only to see that all the buzzing had subsided and almost completely disappeared, the quake that I was creating to the surrounding area also dispersing.

I knew that something was going to happen and that I would need to leave this place. Nothing so good lasted for as long as it did without something destroying it. I closed the open back door and climbed to the driver's seat. I would have to go to the cafe to leave the keys and a letter before disappearing once again, first making sure that I had erased all my digital presence, and–

A sound that came from the woods made me stop short before I turned the keys and turned the car on. I furrowed my brows as I heard it again. It almost sounded like a… scream? Howl?

My curiosity got the better of me, given that this was the first time that I registered this sound ever since I started coming to this part of the forest. I got out of my van. Closing the door behind me and looking questionably at the direction where the stranger whose name I didn't even learn, and whom I had just killed, had moments before disappear to. I started walking towards there and made it to the first destroyed trunk before my ear picked up the sound of thundering steps, closing in on my location in a rapid speed.

Without thinking twice about it, I bolted back to my van, trying to get there as fast as I could and drive away. I didn't even manage to cover half the distance before the heavy steps where right on me and I turned around to see what was happening and prepare myself for what was coming.

I barely managed to bring my hands up to cover my face before I saw a flash of green and I was sent flying. My back crashed on the side of the van, and the back of my head soon followed and I was engulfed into darkness.

My coming back to consciousness was really fast. One moment I was surrounded by darkness and in the next I had this splitting headache that made me grunt. I squished my eyes before really slowly opening them up, only to see the side of my van.

It took a second for my mind to catch up to what was happening, or to be more precise what had happened, and I immediately rolled on my back, as I was lying on my chest by that time. Before I managed to complete my action though I came to a stop as someone gripped my shoulder, not allowing me to roll any further. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, you have a very nasty cut in the back of your head. Here let me help you" the voice said and the hands moved to my back to help me up.

Before he managed to do anything else though, I had pushed the hand aside and had kicked the person with what little strength I had, as I pushed myself in a sitting position.

"Hey, hey" the guy who I had found last night raised his hands in a surrendering manner. The guy who had flown off my van and there was no way he had survived. Flown in the same direction as whatever had just moments later attacked me…

"Who are you?" I asked as my mind caught up to what was happening.

"I am a doctor. I am only trying to help" he said but made no move to come closer. "You should be really careful with that" he said and pointed at the back of his own head. "You have a severe concussion, okay?", he continued speaking when I didn't say anything. "Can you tell me your name?"

I knew that I shouldn't, it made absolutely no sense for me to tell him my name. Not even the owners of the cafe knew my real name, they thought my name was Daisy. It still surprised me to that day that they actually believed it. And I would later on blame it on the possible concussion that I had, because there was no other explanation for what came out of my mouth. "Skye" I said and found my voice more hoarse than I expected.

"It's nice to meet you Skye" the man said with a smile as he brought his hands down. "I am Bruce"