Quick warning - I Own None of these characters and am not attempting to break copyright and trademark laws.

The recipe comes from /2015/05/the-fitzsimmons-sandwich/ , No I have not tried it, I'm sure it's good though.

I currently have a beta reader called Chat GPT however if anyone would like this position message me or say in reviews and you can be!

Have a good day everyone

Skye glared at the sandwich.

It wasn't right.

But she had been so sure it was right. Skye glanced at the recipe Fitz had given her on her way out, attempting to find her wrongdoing.

1/2 lb of buffalo mozzarella sliced

1/2 lb prosciutto sliced thin

Fresh Basil leaves

Pesto Aioli – just a hint

Directions:

I think we all know how to make a sandwich Skye but just in case – spread just a hint of the pesto aioli on the bottom inside of the bread, layer with prosciutto, mozzarella, fresh basil, and top with the other half of the bread

Skye leaned back in her chair and a frustrated groan spilt from her lips as she realised the missing ingredient, or technically the missing touch.

"Only Simmons has the power to make it perfect", She muttered. A teary laugh followed the comment before silence once again enveloped the cabin, her not-prison and she once again had to remind herself that this was for the best. People at the playground were scared of her, what she might do. Images of Jemma flicked through her mind, the way Simmons had talked about powered people, about neutralizing them. Her mind and eyes flicked towards the gauntlets and she resisted the urge to let out a sigh.

The harsh, metallic ringing of her phone pierced the stale air of the cabin, as somebody finally answered the 23 missed calls she had left them. She briefly wondered who was answering and vaguely, although she would never admit it, hoped for May and not Fitz's soft words or Coulson's pitying pep talks.

She rose from her seat at the circular dining table and strode over to the coffee table where her phone lay, next to an abandoned game of poker and her now cold cup of tea. She picked up the phone and checked the number. Private, that meant it was probably the playground, she accepted the call and popped it on speaker as she moved to clear the table.

"Hello?"

"Skye" May began from the other end of the line.

"May, What's happening? I couldn't connect to you guys", Skye leaned against the counter behind her as she dumped her mug in the sink. May didn't sound right and it caused a twinge of worry to rush through her. May sounded rushed like something was about to happen, like something bad was happening.

"You need to get out of there now!"

"What, Why? May, what are you talking about?" Skye's twinge of worry expanded into anxiety and her fear pounced on its heels.

"There's a panel on the southwest corner of the compound that will let you bring down the laser grid fence"

"May, stop"

"You can do this Skye, I believe in you but you need to run, now! They're coming for you"

"Who? Who's coming for me? wh-"

"SHIELD-", May interrupted before the lights and all electronic devices were abruptly cut.

"May?May?"

Still Holding the phone, Skye moved towards the light switch and flicked it hoping that the old cabin was malfunctioning. It wasn't. An eerie silence descended on the cabin with only Skye's panicked breathing attempting to puncture it. She stopped, swallowed and tried to slow down and stop panicking before her powers decided to make an appearance. That was until she heard the familiar sound of a landing of a quinjet. She swore. She thought she had more time. But it was too late, she'd never make it to the corner before they, whoever they were, saw her.

So she had two choices left. One, use her crazy, out-of-whack powers. Two, hide.

After a moment, she made her decision. Hide.

She started to hear snippets of a conversation."ICERS... don't engage...shield...Flare...out!"

Bathroom or Bedroom. Bathroom. Smaller room means fewer assailants at once.

She opened the knife drawer in the kitchen and picked up the same knife she had almost used on Gordon only a few nights ago, before fleeing into the bathroom. Quiet footsteps on the porch rang out across the cabin. Skye crouched in the bath and drew the curtain. The front door creaked as it opened. She moistened her dry lips. Her assailant took two steps inside before a smooth, cautious voice was heard.

"Skye?"

"Skye, are you in here?"

"Bobbi?"

Skye poked her head out of the bathroom door and instantly felt her tension bleed away. It was Bobbi. May had sent reinforcements, armed and ready for a fight.

Bobbi lowered the gun as Skye let out a relieved sigh, dropped the knife and strode over to Bobbi to embrace her in a warm hug.

"Fuck man, I'm so glad you're okay, May called, she said some crap about SHIELD being after me, told me to run and got cut off"

Skye tightened her hold on Bobbi.

"Fuck man, I was so worried"

"I know, I know, it's okay, I won't let anything happen to you"

Bobbi pulled Skye closer before letting go of her and grasping her hand instead.

"But we gotta get going"

Bobbi began to move towards the door pulling Skye with her.

"Okay, where to?"

Bobbi stopped.

"The Playground"

"What!? But May said-"

"I know what she said Skye, but-but it isn't like that"

Skye's mind ran into the only conclusion. There were no reinforcements.

"Bobbi, what have you done?"

Bobbi pulled Skye closer, eyes wild but still perfectly composed

"Listen, Okay? Just listen"

Skye stood resolute and silent. Whatever Bobbi said she knew who she stood with.

"I work for SHIELD, the real SHIELD. Not Coulson's bastardisation of it"

"No, you don't"

"No! I swore to build SHIELD back up the right way, and I don't think Coulson's a bad guy but he is just like Fury. He's hiding things, big things"

"So, what you're taking me back to the playground with 10 armed guards to what?..To protect me from Coulson's big bad secret?"

"Skye, it's just a precaution-"

"A precaution? Come on Bob, don't fuck with me, you and the Real SHIELD are scared, scared of a 5'4 hacker with more balls than-"

"You're on the Index Skye! We have to take steps to make sure you won't hurt people!"

The room once again quieted. Skye pulled her hand away from Bobbi and took a step away.

"Hurt… People?"

The cabin began to shake and both occupants heard shouting from outside.

"Skye, stop this, I just need to take you in, you'll talk to Gonzales and I'll bring you straight back. I swear"

"Nah, Bob, I'm not going anywhere"

The intensity of the shaking grew as Skye prepared to force Bobbi out of the cabin.

Bobbi stilled and before Skye could move, fired.

A wisp of blue smoke drifted from Skye's stomach and newest shot wound.

"Rude"

Her tranquilised form clattered to the ground. Bobbi simply stared, lips gaped uncertain whether she wished to sigh or scream. She crouched next to Skye and brushed the hair off her closed eyes.

She shook her head and took a deep breath, collecting herself for a moment before radioing her team.

"Got her, head back for extraction"

Bobbi moved her left arm under Skye's knees and lifted her gently, being careful not to aggravate the wound as she walked out of the cabin and into the quinjet.

Would love some constructive criticism