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

Chapter Eighteen

ICU - 08:22 am

Skye was sitting in her boss’s chair as her eyes remained focused on the older comatose woman as she thought about all the times she had spent with Melinda May recently. They had only started getting close and Skye hoped that once she woke, their bond would just grow stronger.

Skye had soft music playing throughout the room. She had set up her iPod and dock on the bedside table not long after their boss had left.

Grant was sitting in a chair beside his Rookie with a book in hand as he read his current novel of choice. Skye had bought it for him in her tote bag along with her laptop and a few other items. There chairs were kissing and their shoulder’s touching. Grant was actually surprised that she wasn’t currently on her laptop. She often lived on that thing. He turned his eyes from the words on the page and fixed them on his Rookie. She looked to be a thousand miles away as she watched the older agent in her slumbering state. Grant wanted to grab her hand and offer some sort of support but knew he couldn’t without it causing suspicion. It took all the strength that he had in him not to reach out for her.  

Leo and Jemma were standing near the end of the bed feeling absolutely useless, the only thing they could do at the moment was be here for moral support. Jemma’s eyes were fixed on her surrogate little sister. She hadn’t realized how closed Skye had gotten to the older female agent until yesterday. Jemma knew that Skye had grew up without family and was passed through the foster care system like unwanted dishrag. The biochemist felt sorry for the younger woman and wasn’t surprised with how Skye had gotten so attached to all of them since joining the team. They had become her family and Skye probably saw Agent May as the overprotective mother. Her heart truly went out to the younger woman.

Skye’s sensed them before they even entered. Her eyes went to the door as it opened and the two assassins entered the room. It was a sight to be seen though. Natasha was being pushed in the wheelchair by her partner with a scowl on her face and arms crossed. She was in a hospital gown and her leg in a split. She did not look pleased.

“Agent Romanoff,” Jemma piped up. “Agent Barton,” Leo greeted.

Natasha’s heard the greetings but ignored them. Her eyes automatically focused on her best friend and she swallowed hard as her eyes absorbed in the sight before her. She had never seen her friend look so fragile. It had taken another ten minutes of debating after Phil had left the room for Natasha to finally give in and here they were. She had just really wanted to see her best friend and didn’t care how that happened.

Clint stopped just before the bed beside the machines and gave his partner’s shoulder a squeeze. He knew it would be hard on her to see her friend like this. She wasn’t big with showing emotion because she thought it meant weakness, but Clint knew that it affected her. She was still blaming herself. He knew the only person to convince her otherwise was Melinda.

Natasha reached for her большие сестры hand and gave it a squeeze as she choked back the emotion, refusing to break down in front of people. “I’m sorry,” she whispered to Melinda. “I’m sorry.”

Clint felt his heart break.

Skye focused her attention onto the russian woman who was showing no emotion. She then closed her eyes and concentrated on her. It took a moment before she was able to feel anything because the older woman was highly guarded with her feelings. A moment later Skye managed to tap into the female assassins feelings and was hit with a powerful wave of emotion that knocked her back a little and she felt a lot of pain and anger surge through her.

“Aaaarrrgghhhh,” she gasped, biting back the scream.

Grant dropped his book on the ground when he saw the pained expression wash over his Rookie. His hand automatically rested on her shoulder. “Skye,” he panicked, fear filling him.