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Skye had envisioned meeting Captain America many times. Back when she was a superhero groupie/hacker living in her van she had spent a lot of nights imagining what it would be like to meet one of the Avengers. Not once though, did she imagine it sucking quite this much.
Nor did she imagine that Captain America would be a dick.
Yet here they were, all crowded in one room of the playground as Captain America shouted at Coulson. The rest of the team was standing back, obviously not keen to get in the way of the Captain’s wrath, and the good captain’s buddy remained a step behind him, an unreadable expression on his face.
Skye focused back on the conversation, only to find that they were still on the same point.
Steve Rogers continued to rant about S.H.I.E.L.D, “That was the deal with Fury. I’d help defeat Hydra, but S.H.I.E.L.D would go down, AND STAY DOWN.”
Skye wished Fury were here. Not so that he could explain the situation to Rogers, but so that she could hit him for not giving the team the “by the way Captain America will hate you now” memo.
Thanks a lot, Nick.
“-and another thing” Steve continued “is faking your death a S.H.I.E.L.D tradition now? Because I would LOVE to hear about that one?”
The sarcasm was undeniable, and did not endear the Captain to Skye, especially after catching sight of Coulson’s face. It was blank of course, but Skye had learned by now that a blank face meant Coulson was displeased, upset, in pain, or all of the above.
As she was contemplating all of this Skye heard a voice interrupt Captain America’s rant yelling, “Will you shut the fuck up?!?!?”
Wait.
Full break.
That was her. She was the one who yelled.
Oh shit, she yelled at Captain America.
Skye took in the surprised look on her teammates faces as the Captain responded, “excuse me?”
But Skye wasn’t done. In for a penny, in for a pound and all that. If she was going to be murdered by Captain America today, she was damn well going to earn it. Or something.
“We didn’t know, okay? Fury comes out of nowhere, saves our asses, and appoints Coulson director. We didn’t know he had spoken to you at all, let alone that you guys had a deal. So shut up or go find him if you’ve got a problem. And as far as not dying? Coulson was dead. FOR DAYS. It’s his story to tell, but it isn’t pretty at all, so have a little respect solider. And I swear, if you even try to make Coulson feel guilty for fucking dying or not being dead or whatever, super solider or not I WILL find a way to end you!”
“Did she just threaten Captain America?” Fitz asked in the following silence.
Skye was panting slightly by the time she finished yelling. Finished yelling at Captain America. Oh god, Fitz and Simmons looked like they were planning her funeral already, Mack and Bobbi were wearing matching surprised faces, Hunter and Trip were looking smug, May was…smiling oh god. And Coulson, well it looked like Skye might have finally managed to break Coulson, oops.
Captain America seemed to be speechless still, so his previously silent buddy stepped up and spoke, “It seems we’ve got our wires crossed, could we maybe compare notes or something, because boy am I confused.”
Coulson moved then, thank god. He addressed the room, “Yeah that seems like a good idea. Why don’t you two follow me, Simmons if you could compose our notes on Centipede and the alien drug?”
As everyone began moving Skye remained where she was, still unsure if she hadn’t just made the biggest mistake of her life.
Then May approached, a small smile on her face as she said “You did well Skye” and with a nod she moved to follow Coulson.
Well then.