𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
i still believe in heroes

"ARE you sure, Skye?" The girl in question turned around from where she putting on her shirt. "You just got out of the hospital with one bruised rib, a sprained ankle, and bruises."

"Mom." Skye sighed before walking towards her and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'm fine," she reassured her. "Go to work and stop worrying about me. I am fine, I will always be fine, and even if I'm not, I will have to suck it up because I know you work out to take care of both Scott and I." She grabbed a water bottle off the table. "Plus, I'm only going to grab a movie and a couple snacks so Stiles and I can have our movie night tonight."

"Fine." Melissa sighed, digging in her purse. "Here." She held out a twenty dollar bill. "I know it's not much, but it's something and I want you to go buy yourself something. I'll just have to use the quarters in my bag for a snack from the vending machine when I go on my lunch break."

"No," Skye stated firmly. "I will not take this money. You need it for food, plus Noah already gave me money after I saved him from that car. I didn't want to take it, but he insisted. He said that if I didn't take it, he would arrest me." They both chuckled at that. "So, mom, I want you to use that twenty dollar bill on some tacos or some shit like that, and have a good lunch."

"And this is why you're my favorite." Melissa smiled and pulled Skye into a hug.

"You didn't have to say it out loud, I already knew I was your favorite." She pulled back, gave her mother a kiss on the cheek, then ran out the door. She jumped onto her bike and peddled away as fast as she possibly could.

It was her fault that they didn't have enough money to distribute. If Melissa didn't have her, she and Scott would have enough money, but here they are, struggling with their bills.

A car horn brought her out of her depressing thoughts.

Skye's eyes widened as she saw a black SUV headed straight for her. Quickly, she slid her bike, and it went side ways, and she fell off, and rolling. She grunted before standing up, facing the SUV as a man in a sharp suit came out of it, an amused smile on his face.

"I didn't expect to meet you like this," he spoke as he approached her. "Skye McCall, right?"

Skye nodded, getting in a defensive stance. "Who are you?" She asked, staring him up and down.

"Oh, sorry, my name is Coulson, Phil Coulson."

"Doing the whole James Bond thing, really?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Okay, cool." She nodded her head. "I can dig that." She then took a threatening step forward. "Who do you work for?" He rose his eyebrows at her. "You're wearing a very expensive looking suit; only business men wear suits like that."

"Very good." He smiled, impressed. "I knew I would like you... Skye McCall."

"Why'd you say my name like that?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

"I have some very important stuff to talk to you about... but first..." She was grabbed and a needle went into her neck. Everything became blurry as she felt herself falling into nothing.

"YOU'VE awoken sooner than I thought you would."

Skye opened her eyes fully to stare at Phil with a heated glare. "Why the hell did you kidnap me? Who the hell are you? And why the hell do you need me?" She fired questions at him, pulling at the cuffs that held her hands down.

"What's your name?" He questioned which made her furrow her eyebrows.

"We've already established it; it's Skye."

"What's your real name?"

At this, she stopped pulling at her restraints and her body tensed. He knew she was adopted but how? Who is he? Who does he work for?

"I don't know. My first foster family named me Mary Sue Poots. You can probably see why I go by Skye," she admitted, feeling oddly comfortable with the guy who kidnapped her. "So, who are you, really?"

"We are the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, better known by its acronym S.H.I.E.L.D. We are an extra-governmental military counter-terrorism and intelligence agency, tasked with maintaining global security," He informed her in one breath which made her sit back in shock.

"Alien are real?" Skye questioned, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding in.

"You don't watch the news?" A voice over an intercom went off which made Skye jump in shock. "Sorry," The Scottish voice apologized.

"It's okay...?" She said but it sounded more like a question.

"Fitz," The voice replied back, "My name is Fitz."

"And mine is Simmons," a British girls voice spoke which made Skye smile. Fitz and Simmons sound like nice people.

"Fitz, Simmons," Coulson stated firmly and that made the Fitz and Simmons stop talking seeing as they started rambling about the News. "Anyway." Coulson turned to Skye again, "We have heard from an old friend that you have... a gift." She swallowed thickly. "We also heard about the incident at the school the other night." She looked down, biting her lip. "Care to share what has been happening?"

"It's none of your business," Skye stated firmly, looking up into his eyes.

"Well, I guess your family isn't any of your business either." She tilted her head. "Your real family." Her eyes widened and she went to stand up, but thanks to her hands being cuffed to the table, she was yanked back down. "Would it be okay to switch info? Your family for your gifts?"

Skye nodded het head, too scared to open her mouth. She'x pretty sure if she tried to speak right now, she would sound like a squeaky toy.

"Okay..." Coulson leaned forward slightly. "A member of my group and I searched out to find anybody that knew you. Around 17 years ago, a group of agents traveled to a small village to track down an 0-8-4 - an object of unknown origin. The entire village and several agents were slaughtered, the only survivor being the blood-covered 0-8-4 - an "object" that turned out to be a baby girl," he paused, looking her in the eyes, "That baby girl was you, Skye."

The girl in question took in a deep breath, leaning back in her seat as tears started to form in her brown eyes.

"They had to put you into Foster care, forcing you to go to family to family, Skye."

She shook her head in denial, her hand rising up to cover her mouth as a sob escaped her. "Wh — what you're saying is that — that S.H.I.E.L.D is the reason why nobody wanted to keep me? Why I couldn't stay in a family for more than a year?" Her body started to shake as more sobs escaped. "Oh, my gosh." She covered her face as everything hit at once. "People died to keep me safe; A lot of people."

"Skye." A hand gently touched her shoulder. Without thinking, she laid her head onto the person, allowing them to pull her into a comforting hug. "I'm sorry."

"It - it—" Skye pulled away abruptly, wiping away her tears as she realized that nothing was shaking, nothing was being thrown across the room. "Wha—"

"Reinforced room." She gave him a confused look. "It's for people like you."

"People like me?"

"Inhumans," Fitz spoke over the intercom which made her chuckle.

"Thanks, Fitz," Skye replied back. "Still don't know what they are, though."

"Inhumans are Ancient Kree DNA-infused human warriors with superpowers," came Fitz's voice again.

"Okay. What's a Kree?" She questioned, overly confused.

"Well, if you join us, you might find out."

Her gaze went back towards Coulson. "What do you mean?"

"I mean; if you want, you can join S.H.I.E.L.D. You have the skills to be one of us," he told her with a small smile.

"You have to do better than that." Skye sniffed, still trying to get her head wrapped around the fact that many people died for her, because of her.

"You're special; we need special." He sighed. "And I see something in you, Skye. I can sense the good in you and I can see the hero behind your eyes." He set his hand atop her's before holding up a key with the other. "If I let you out of those cuffs, and I show you around, you promise to not bring The Bus down?"

"I promise." She nodded, smiling, actually excited to see Fitz and Simmons in person. "I can't wait to meet my new British and Scottish friends."

Coulson nodded before he unlocked the cuffs.