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Skye has finally taken a break. After countless hours of continuous screen time, trying to crack who the Clairvoyant is, yet she still isn’t any closer from where she started. Closing the computer, Skye stands up to stretch out within the confined space of her room and purposefully faceplants back into her bed. Suddenly six knocks hit her door in a rhythmic pattern.
“Come in!” She calls out into her pillow at the unknown entity. A man opens her sliding door just enough to stick his head through.
“Hey, haven’t seen you in a hot minute. It’s Skye right? How are you doing?” He stood stern, as if he was ready for someone to jump out of the ceiling yet his eyes held a warmth that Skye had not seen many times before.
“You must be Trip. I’ve heard so much about you, hi!” She got up and stepped forward to get out of her room and led them over to the couch.
“Yeah, Garrett and I wanted to visit, see how you were doing.”
“I’m doing great, and thank you for helping save me, Garret too.”
“You’re sure you’re ok? Not to be pushy or anything but after something like that,” He leaves a little break between his sentences. “It’s sure to leave a scar.”
“Actually,” Skye goes to lift up her shirt ever so slightly to show Trip the gunshot wound. It has reduced to two faintly pink, circular scars. “It’s been healing up pretty well, I only really need a check up every so often from doctor needles (Simmons).” She jokes.
Trip gives a hearty laugh “There’s a lot more where that came from if you join SHIELD.”
“Do you have any? Scars I mean.”
“Uh, I have one on my leg from my first mission. Accidental case of friendly fire. It hasn’t healed up like yours though.” He pulls up his pant leg to show Skye the pinkish red scar left behind.
“Tough.” Skye said with both disappointment and astonishment.
“You got any?” Trip asked.
“I have a cigarette burn on my arm after my foster parent put his cigarette out on me and a cut right under my knee after tripping out of my van. Had to get 4 stitches for that.”
“Tripping out of your van? How did you manage to do that?” Trip asked with a bit of both amazement and second hand embarrassment.
“My foot got stuck! It was an accident.” Skye said, face getting a little redder as the seconds ticked on. They both laugh, cherishing the moment together.
“Trip! It’s time to go! Hurry up!” Garrett calls for him from downstairs.
“That’s my call, I’ll uh, see you around.” Trip got up to leave as Skye gave him a small smile and waved him goodbye.
fin.