All of Me - Agent's of S.H.I.E.L.D

Chapter 82

HUB (C.E.T)

Skye's fingers were flying over the key's at rapid speed as her eyes scanned through the data filling the screen. She was in a private three way chat with Tony Stark and Maria Bridges-Richards as the trio pulled leaked S.H.I.E.L.D files from the world wide web and located certained tagged files and names and replacing them with false and scrubbed documents that the three had created last night. Most of S.H.I.E.L.D's classified information was being released to the public, but there was just some things they were better off not knowing - along with protecting the AVENGERS and trusted agents.

The three A.I's were still scanning all S.H.I.E.L.D communication channels, awaiting for any inconsistencies or signals that weren't meant to be there.

"Cap? Come in!" Skye heard the panicked Deputy Director's voice pour through the com's that she was also monitoring on a separate channel. "Steve!!! Can you hear me? Come on Soldier Boy? Steve?"

Skye lifted her hands briefly from the key's as she felt her heart clench at the older woman's word, tears forming her eyes. She knew that it was impossible for her to feel what the Deputy Director was feeling because they were just under 4000 miles apart, give or take a few hundred miles, but Skye could hear the raw emotion in her voice and it thrummed under skin.

Skye swallowed the lump forming in her throat and pushed through the emotion, refocusing on the task ahead.

"Uh oh," John smirked, his hands cuffed in front of him. "Maybe one good thing came out of this. Your fight's gonna be a lot harder without good old Cap on your side."

All of a sudden Melinda appeared in the doorway with her real gun aimed towards the back of John Garrett's head.

"Bout time you showed up, Mel," John supplied, not bothering to look in her direction. His focus remained on Grant who still had his gun aimed at him, along with Deathlok. John had been disarmed himself by deathlok several minutes ago.

"I've never liked you," the female Specialist supplied, impassive. "Or trusted you ... I always knew there was something not right about you."

John rolled his eyes, finally turning his head to look at the famous 'Calverley' death glaring him. "You couldn't even keep your own child alive inside of your cold heartless shell. Poor thing didn't stand a chance."

Melinda felt an old pain rip through inside, but didn't move from her spot. Her expression changed impassive as her eyes glassed over.

John smirked, noticing the sudden change in her expression. "Struck a nerve, did I?" he chuckled, darkly. Several seconds later, he noticed movement out of his peripheral vision and turned his head back just in time to see the young brunette stop right in front of him and pull her arm back. Seconds later her closed fist collide with his jaw, a crunching sound followed and instant pain washed over him.

Skye ignored the throbbing pain in her right wrist, the leather fingerless glove she was wearing was probably the only reason why her wrist wasn't broken right now. Her hazel-green's were locked on the double agent that released a cry of pain along with a few curse words directed towards her. "Don't you ever talk to her like that again," she threatened, icely. "Otherwise I will end you - slowly and painfully in ways you can't even imagine."

John couldn't nurse his most likely broken jaw because of his cuffed hands. Shit, the girl had one hell of a right hook. Grant had taught her well. He tried to push past the pain, glaring at the younger woman. "Uncuff me and we'll see what your odd's are."

Skye could feel her own hatred and anger towards the male older Specialist growing with each passing second. Her heart rate and breathing were increasing and she knew that she had to get it under control before she lost it and ended him. "I can stop your heart without even laying one finger on you," she informed him, deadly serious as she concentrated on his cybernetics.