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"Hey guys." Skye blinked, glancing down "There's no one under anymore." they all paused, glancing down.
"How can you tell?" Clint asked softly.
"My power allows me to control vibrations, things like massive blasts to toss someone, earthquakes, but I can also sense people through their natural vibration. I'm not feeling anything beneath us anymore." she explained, hesitating for a moment before sliding the ceiling tile beneath her out of place, peeking her head out upside down, glancing around the silent very desolate subway station. The car she crashed, long towed away.
"Coast is clear- fuck." she dropped down, crumpling on the spot as her back twinged, rolling over to lay straight on her back as Clint dropped down after her, wheezing a bit as his joints popped and crackled. Natasha dropped down next, deciding to lay down beside her on the floor.
"This has been a very odd and uncomfortable experience. " Natasha muttered softly.
"Fucking hell I'm too old for this." Clint stretched lightly, every movement earning a couple pops as Skye slowly pushed herself up, her back aching the most as she forced herself to stand. "Holy shit am I stiff. I guess a week in a ceiling really does numbers on your back." Natasha grunted, getting up slowly beside her, stretching slowly, her joints popping lightly as Skye stretched her arms above her head, doing some leg stretches.
"As much as we need to recover from this we do need to move. The quinjet is stationed where we left it so we should be able to escape to the jet at least. If we need to hide longer, going there will at least give us a better spot than here." They both nodded in response to her idea, Clint taking the lead in heading out of the station.
Skye and Natasha followed after him, having to walk through back alleys to avoid being seen.
(Thankfully it seemed to be only Clint and Natasha's faces everywhere. Hers was lacking.) "I'm really lucky there's no pictures of me." Skye sighed softly in relief.
"I'm jealous. you're not as wanted as me and Nat." he huffed a little, relief flooding into him as they finally stepped onto the quinjet. Skye let out a heavy sigh, sitting in one of the seats, Natasha taking the one beside her as Clint started up the engine, lifting them into the air.
"To be clear nothing said in the ceiling leaves the ceiling got it?" Natasha cracked a smile, laughing softly.
"Roger that." she replied softly.
"What she said." Clint grinned widely.
"So how's -"
Skye laughed nervously as her phone began to ding rapidly, just barely at two percent now as a flood of messages came in.
"Someone's worried." Clint laughed softly.
"Uh yeahhhh, all my electronics died so I couldn't respond anymore and a 'I'll be out of reach' text is really alarming when a Shield agent is sending it. Besides May and Coulson heard that the mission went wrong so they're fretting like mother hens."
"May? Fret?" Clint furrowed his brows. The woman was sweet sure but he'd never imagined her fretting over anything. Natasha glanced at her, a hint of confusion in her gaze.
"May is my Supervising Officer since I've basically been a part time agent for only two years and Coulson is just..." she paused. " Let's say they're my parents in every way but blood." she shrugged a little.
"They're-" Clint coughed.
"Since when?" he spluttered a little.
"Probably since a month after May became my S.O. She and Coulson really took me in. They heard sad orphan and they were in it for the long haul I guess." Skye cracked, grinning a bit as Clint sent her a bewildered look. Natasha just chuckled a bit.
When they finally got back he was handed the mission report that included some of the details Natasha gave her (she had dumbed it down a bit excluding more personal details Natasha had given during the story.)
"Your friends are very worried about you." May folded her arms with a slightly quirked brow.
"They've been calling me every day asking for updates." Skye laughed nervously.
"Uh.... sorry?" May shook her head lightly
"As long as you're safe it doesn't matter, now go see them so they stop freaking out. We have to enroll her so we can assess her level." Skye nodded, hugging Natasha briefly before pulling away with a grin as Natasha gave her a stunned look.
"Good luck with your testing, I'll see you later. See ya old man!" Clint waved, rolling his eyes at the same time as she left to go find Fitz and Jemma on campus.
"How rude." he grumbled softly, Natasha just smirking lightly. "May I'm stealing your rookie." May's head snapped towards her.
"No way in hell. She's mine. You're way too reckless, you'd drag her into even more stupid shit than you already have. She gets into enough trouble on her own!" she refused instantly, Clint pouting softly. Natasha let out a soft snort because that was exactly what had just happened and the three of them knew it.
She figured that she would see Skye maybe a few times a month at most, what she was not prepared for was spending her spare time away from her assessments at the academy in a small dorm room sitting on a bean bag while three scientists spoke in a language that seemed to be english but made absolutely no sense between the connecting words.
"Quick question, what am I doing here?" Skye grinned.
"Emotional support." Natasha blinked as Fitz and Jemma nodded in agreement. "It's good to have a normal person to bounce ideas off once in a while." Fitz added.
Right, because compared to the three geniuses in the room she was pretty ordinary knowledge wise.
"So you're making.....a weather machine?" she muttered softly, her tone confused.
"No, we've made one of those, it was a disaster and we flooded the entire campus we're-" and it all phased out after that. She was listening, she really was, but none of it made any logical sense to her. Maybe she needed to pick up some textbooks on engineering or something.
"-in essence it's supposed to create an electric field similar to lasers but with a punch." now that part she got.
She spent a few days there being utterly confused before she was cleared and had to say goodbye to the strange three in favor of joining up with her assigned partner, Clint who seemed happy to have her on his team again.
"I tried to snag Skye from May but she said we could only borrow her every now and then." Clint pouted a bit, Natasha laughing softly. The last three weeks had been healing, a normal she never knew existed, never knew she craved until she got a taste of it and it was all she could think about.
Her time with Fitz, Jemma, and Skye in her dorm room was nice. It was warm and pleasant even if all they talked about went completely over her head. They made sure to include her when they eventually realized all of it was going over her head completely instead of just some. "How was your time at the Academy?"
"Skye's friends are interesting." Clint chuckled softly.
"I've heard about that bunch. All three are child prodigies. youngest to enter the academy before Skye came along. They're Shield's brightest young minds. It's pretty amazing that Skye is a field agent too. Agents like her that do both are invaluable and rare." he grinned widely. "I’m thrilled for when she graduates."
"I'm sure. I couldn't understand anything they were saying." Clint chuckled softly.
"Well, they have a couple more years to go. We can visit if you want." Natasha nodded softly.