X marks the spot

One Door Closes

Rebecca wasn't stupid. At least, it was what she was told when training in SHIELD. She, apparently, had a good eye. She, according to the teacher, put on a face of stupidity to fool everyone, then dragged the carpet back from underneath them.

She wasn't sure if it was true or not. To be honest, she was kind of scared to ever find out which version of it rang true: did she or didn't she?

Hunter had gone. Just, out the blue, gone. Like, click-your-fingers-and-poof gone. It was strange, the man didn't seem he would go without at least saying goodbye.

Then again, the man's only real allegiance to SHIELD was Bobbi.

Then again, the man had become close with the others, including herself. So, there must've been something that she missed.

Then again, maybe she just had him figured out all wrong. Could be entirely possible.

"Morning, bud!" Skye sounded awfully cheery this morning, to Aaron at least. He was barely awake, and she was acting as if she'd been up for hours.

Maybe she had been.

"You even sleep? Got in a like two, or whenever it was." Aaron asked, trying to massage his eyes to wake up more.

"Slept good, you?" Skye turned away from him, going back to cooking whatever it was that she was indeed cooking. Whatever it was, it did smell good.

"Better than normal," Aaron said, before he looked down and sighed before continuing, "Thank you, for – uh – for coming out to get me." He almost sounded a bit sheepish.

Skye stopped cooking and turned to face him, eyes softening a little, "Of course. You'd do the same for me," Both knew the statement to be true, "Here, made something for us." She said, finally revealing the food that she was cooking.

She grabbed two plates, putting them down and then stopping the cooker. She then poured what looked to be a pan of beans, half on each plate. She then went to the pan (after putting the saucepan in the sink), placing half of the fish pieces she had managed to cut out properly and cook each on the plate and then moved to the table.

Aaron looked from the plate to her, "Come on! I'm not gonna poison you, bud. Seriously, it's better than – whatever the hell it is they call food back at base."

"It's porridge –"

"It's shit porridge. This, this is actual food. One of the good things about being sent here, there's also a supply of fish right out there. So, you know, at least we'll never go hungry." Skye quipped, sitting herself at the table and pouring some juice into a glass.

"And, what if we don't like fish?" Aaron pondered, but couldn't keep his face straight anymore.

Skye paused, "Then I guess we'll starve." She smiled back too at her friend. Aaron shook his head, but scoffed and sat next to her.

"Good?" She asked him as he ate a piece of the fish. He chewed it, moving it around his mouth a bit before swallowing it. A moment went by as he considered it.

"You know what? Not that bad." He admitted.

"The cooking, or just the meat?"

"Well, however you cook it can change it, sure. But, it's still just fish meat at the end of the day." Skye had to admit, he had a point.

Time went by, with Aaron finding an old diary with empty pages, so he grabbed a pen and started writing in it as Skye went on the computer to talk to Jemma back home.

"It's a little weird here, but we're settling in. I've played a couple dozen games of Solitaire, Aaron's not the worst at it, to my surprise." The friends shared a laugh over that news, "It's still lonely, though, that Solitaire."