𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞

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Skye's POV
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"I'm trying to tell you—" I walk into the lab at the same time as Mama, watching as Fitz and Ward argue. 

"...don't understand anything you are saying!" Ward replies, speaking over Fitz, who looked rather annoyed.

"Do we have a problem in here?" Coulson asks.

"No, sir. Just working on our communication. Not everyone was prepared for a firefight." Ward says, glaring at Fitzsimmons and I. Which is ridiculous, because I was trained to shoot a gun before I could even walk.

"We got out, didn't lose anyone, saved a few of theirs — I'd say we did all right. Anything else?" Could replies.

I raise my hand. "Uh, yeah. I have a small question. Because I've been feeling like the tagalong hayseed rookie, but now I get the sense that Ward doesn't know which one's Simmons and which one's Fitz, and they've seen even less gunfire than me, and I'm no rocket scientist, but is this your first mission together?" I ask, starting to feel the pain in my side from when I was shot. I'd very briefly put a bandaid over it when we got back, but I'll need to get Mom or Mama to patch me up properly later.

"No. Of course not." Simmons says. A beat. "It's our second."

"I was your first? That's sweet." I say, smirking.

"You're amused?" Maria asks, raising an eyebrow at me. I squeeze her hand again, letting her know I'm going into 'Hacker Skye Mode'.

"I'm terrified. I am in way over my head, but I have been on this team just as long as any of you. I might as well be team captain." I say as Simmons scoffs. "I was joking, but maybe that's not a bad idea, because these guys do not like each other much."

"This isn't about that. I'm a specialist. Today, I could have eliminated the enemy threat myself if I was working alone, but I had non-combat-ready agents—" Ward starts explaining, but Fitz cuts him off.

"Whoa, whoa. Wait. You work alone?" He asks.

"So typical. Who do you think designs your equipment?" Simmons says, agreeing with Fitz.

"Or the polymers for your weaponry."

"Yeah."

"People like us do it."

"Try going into the field with just your bare bum."

"See them proving the point I just made?" I ask Coulson.

"You're not wrong. We still need to iron out the kinks. But, Ward, you can speak six languages. Simmons, you have two PhDs in fields I can't pronounce, and, Fitz, you are a rocket scientist. So work it out." Coulson says, walking out of the room.

"W-We're — We're good at stuff, too!" I shout as the door closes.

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"Agent Romanoff." I say, entering the kitchen and pushing a, very confused, stray Agent out of the room before sagging against the wall, holding my side. "Mama."

"What, what's wrong?" Mama asks, briskly walking over to me and lifting up my t-shirt, sucking in a breath when she saw the bullet wound in my side.