5417/Changeling: Putting The Pieces Together

Changeling: Putting The Pieces Together
Date of Scene:	23 September 2018
Location:	New York City
Synopsis:	After a rough encounters with Cal Johnson and the Neon Dragons, Clint, Skye and May compare notes and make plans.
Cast of Characters:	Hawkeye (Barton), Quake, Melinda May, Derek Khanata
Tinyplot:	Changeling

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Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint had been rescued, battered, bruised, but otherwise okay.

Even if parts of Gotham were on fire because of it.

Omletes, eggs, right?

Upon landing the Neon Dragon's leader was dragged to a cell, and Clint and the other hostage were dragged to medical and given separate rooms. It had been a day for the poor woman the Dragons had used to keep Clint in line, and she was handled with care.

Clint, well he was a frequent if reluctant flier and was handled with bit of mild exasperation along with the concern.

"Totally not my fault this time guys," Clint protested as he was brought in.

Though once the initial check up was done and the doctors leave he's eying the door. "Hey Skye, think you can find me some clothes, we need to get out of here and find May," he says swininging his legs over the side of the bed.

Quake has posed:
Skye, for her part, was being anxious - May was out there, dealing with her crazypants father. That.. and well, to be frank, she'd killed a man, and the last place she wanted to be was *here* in case she got waylaid by psych.

Sure, she'd have to talk to them, but later. Right now, they needed to find May. And truth be known? Talking to the woman would do Skye worlds more good than any psych eval.

A quick search found some scrubs in medical that would fit Clint. Short of leaving the area and scavenging about, it would have to do for now. "Here, put these on. We can grab from your locker on the way out. We have to find transport anyway."

Melinda May has posed:
A call came in to the Triskelion from the phone of a chinese restaurant somewhere in the middle of Gotham. It sounds like Skye but the authorizations used are May's. Digital checking of the voice on the line marks it as May using SHIELD disguise tech, and the call is put through -- she's requesting pick up. She notes the address of a retail building with a parking lot big enough to support a quinjet, and what she'll be there.

Thequinjet pickup happens without any hassle, and as soon as the bird's in the air back toward the Triskelion, the woman who looks like Skye peels off the Veil to reveal that she is indeed May. "I want a sitrep on Barton and Johnson the instant we land," she tells

Upon landing she disembarks, indicating that the pilot -- Agent Khanata -- stick with her for the meantime as she's not going to believe the other two agents are back themselves until she gets the report. She walks fast but she's not tall, so someone with a longer stride would likely be able to keep up. She's heading into the Triskelion proper with the intention of going toward the Command and Operations center.

Derek Khanata has posed:
Derek Khanata falls in step behind the Deputy Director, happy to let her take the lead. He mutters into his headset for a moment before raising his head, "No word from agents Barton or Johnson, sir. We're getting reports," he pauses to focus on his headset, "of agent Romanova requesting a tac team in Gotham's China Basin, as well as an explosion reported on the waterfront; no connection yet confirmed between the two incidents, sir."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint for his part was concussed. The doctors said so and if he needed further proof besides how his head was throbbing all he needed was to look at the lights, they were too damn bright.

Still while Skye digs for scrubs, Clint dry swallows some painkillers hoping they help. He can rest later, once May's found or Skye's father's dealt with, preferrably both.

When Skye returns he grabs the scrubs with a "Thanks," and changes into them out of his worn sweats he'd been grabbed in. Putting them on were a trial, moving his head was not any kind of fun, but he's eventually dressed in the suit of dark green scrubs, his blood spotted sweats dumped in a garbage bin.

He turns back to Skye, squinting in the light, "Definitely need to score some sunglasses on the way out. May check in at all?" he asks hopefully. That'd put a neat bow on things. "And you okay? If you want we can call one of the teams being sento the docks to go looking."

Yeah, Barton was suggesting the sensible route, that's how bad things are.

Quake has posed:
"Riiiight," Skye drawls. "Because that's not a dead giveaway we're trying to bust this joint."

Actually, there's a certain hilarity to the pair *breaking out* of the Triskelion. One they might actually appreciate in the future. Right now, though? This was Skye's second escape from the place, and while certainly less fraught than the first time, and one where she didn't have to shoot anyone to make it happen, it didn't make it any less unpleasant.

"Fuck. You're not in any state to be chasing anyone down, Hotshot." Yeah. Skye heard medical declare him concussed. However, at this point, she's a tad desperate and not thinking clearly. May was out there, dealing with her psycho-dad, who would, at any time now, learn that May wasn't Skye, and given his behaviour when they'd rescued Lumley? Skye had no doubt it wouldn't go well for May, even if the senior Agent was one of their best.

"We are not making pitstops. And we are not calling in any teams to go looking. Do you want everyone to know I'm a freak?"

Yeah. That's how bad Skye's doing after killing a man: she's neglecting the fact that this has gone well past personal and straight into affecting everyone at SHIELD territory, and that a team should have been called in as soon as they'd lifted off at the docks.

It was a measure of Nat's upset that /she/ hadn't made that happen.

SHIELD was amazing at keeping cool and calm under the worst of circumstances, but when it came to their own, they kind of lost their perspectives. When this was your family, everything was personal.

Melinda May has posed:
May is still headed for Ops, though she nods as Derek gives her as much of an update as he can. But, knowing that Nat had gone with Skye to Gotham... "Find out Romanova's current status if there isn't one for Barton or Skye. If they're not listed as back yet, we're heading back to Gotham."

Sure, that might seem like wasted effort, but it'll give May a chance to hit up a weapons locker and go after the couple better prepared. Translation: carrying enough weapons to make even Natasha raise an eyebrow.

Derek Khanata has posed:
"Agent Romanova is incommunicado, sir."

Khanata steps ahead as they enter the weapons locker, swinging open a folding gun rack with impractically mottled interior lighting, "What's your pleasure, Deputy Director?" Khanata smiles faintly.

"Wait--I'm getting a new report. Agents Barton and Johnson have just been escorted to the medical ward." Khanata instinctively outstretches his hand towards May as he speaks, head bowed. He listens for a moment more and then looks up at the Deputy Director, "Still awaiting word on their status, sir. How do you want to proceed?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint shakes his head and regrets it immediately. "Ow," he mutters and then carries on. "Not the first time I've broken out of here in this state. Anyhow, disagree on the freak part, but I understand what you mean. Let's go, we can talk about it later."

His silence on the matter of pit stops and other teams, speaks to his agreement.

Opening the door to his room he peeks outside. "Looks clear, c'mon, let's go."

He slips out of his room and into medical in general, snagging a clipboard off a desk as he goes, making a show of studying it as he walks purposefully towards the exit.

Quake has posed:
"Ooooo, nice call on the clipboard," Skye mutters under her breath with sincerity. "Wish I'd thought of that."

She doesn't engage in an argument on the freak bit. She's not sure how much she believes she's a freak and how much is just plain old wanting to be reassured, and regardless, now is not the time.

"So, we head to the Madripoor gate and figure it out from there?" May wasn't likely to still be at the rendesvous there, but knowing Cal - she was already trying to distance him in her mind away from being her 'father' into just another perp - the very little she did, Skye had no doubt that if he'd sussed out May wasn't Skye, there would be a trail to follow. She was counting on it. "Lead on."

Melinda May has posed:
May stops and looks at Derek as he offers an update on Natasha, then on Clint and Skye. "Medical. Now." She promptly turns and leads the taller agent toward the medical ward. She needs to see for herself that the couple are both at least mostly in once piece, and Skye needs to know that all of this was orchestrated by the lunatic that claims to be her father.

Being a sperm donor does not automatically grant him the right to make that claim.

"Find out Barton and Johnson's status from Medical." She needs to know that they're at least mostly all right, even if she still intends on seeing as much with her own eyes as well.

Derek Khanata has posed:
Things seem to be going so smoothly for the pair of would-be escapees. The medical ward is, as always, bustling, with staff and patients paying little mind to the shabbily-disguised duo, the lead seemingly enrapt in a urinalysis report.

Meanwhile, May and Khanata are striding purposefully into the ward. The junior agent reports to his superior, "You're not going to believe this--I've just gotten word that they're gone--just gone, their clothes piled on the floor. Another kidnapping, perhaps?"

May and Khanata reach a T-intersection and Khanata, checking his phone, gestures to the right. "This way, sir."

He turns--and runs directly into Clint's clipboard. He stands momentarily stunned, before weakly managing, "C-Clint?"

Another pause, then Khanata grins widely, slapping the Avenger on the shoulder, "It seems like a lifetime since..." a mischevious glitter appears in the Wakandan's eye, "Since the frogs. Who could imagine we would meet again like this?"

Agent Khanata then seems to come to his senses and appraises Clint with a critical eye, "You've certainly looked better. Would you care to explain to the Deputy Director exactly where you're going? I understand that you're restricted to bed rest, sir."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint grins faintly. "Yeah, these things are like invisibility cloaks, grab one, walk with purpose most people assume you've got things to do and leave you alone."

"And yeah, the door's the best place to start," he agrees as he hits that T-intersection and then he and Khanata collide.

"Whoa sorry about that-" he begins before he catches sight of who he hit. "Derek? Hey man, no kidding been forever since those damn frogs..." he flinches a little at the clap on the shoulder. "And you know me , always getting into trouble."

He glances to May next, "We were staging a breakout to go find the Deputy Director," he glances back to Skye. "Mission accomplished I guess?" he offers.

He turns back to May. "Good to see you're alright, May. Worried," his eyes cut to to Derek. "The subject might have gotten you."

Quake has posed:
Clint earns himself a disgusted look from the petite woman beside him.

"Seriously? Do you know everyone?" She looks like she *really* wants to protest more, but he's got the right of it: May is standing in front of them, not looking terribly much like she needs rescuing. And for a very brief moment Skye flirts with the idea of saying they'd found her and walking away like the job was done.

Except... this had gotten way, way out of hand now, and with Nat being brought into the inner circle of things, and Clint having been kidnapped, and Skye's father being the one to do so and unlikely to have taken that 'no' for an answer...

"We need to talk," Skye tells May. "Off the books I think, but I'm not sure anymore. This is out of control now."

She has no doubt May knows who arranged the kidnap. She doesn't expect May to argue that they need to talk.

Melinda May has posed:
May stops abruptly as Derek collides with... oh. Clint. Her eyes immediately look for and locate Skye next to the archer and then she gives them both a visual once-over to check for injuries. Skye: seems physically all right, but there's something not right there. Clint: the usual Barton injuries list, and based on his wince as Derek greets him, she'd almost bet money that Barton's got a concussion. Again.

When Skye says they need to talk, she nods and pulls the clipboard out of Clint's hands. "Off the books for now, but it goes official if I think it's warranted. Khanata, head for the motorpool and check out a vehicle, please. Skye, Barton, head that direction as well. I'll catch up with you all there." Then she's heading off to make sure Medical marks Barton as 'officially released'. She figures with the all agent running ahead to get the car and the couple moving slower out of deference to Clint's injuries, she'll catch up with them all just about the time everyone is piling in to the car.

And that's pretty much how it goes, with May -- possibly surprisingly -- allowing Derek to act as driver while she claims the front passenger's seat.

Derek Khanata has posed:
Khanata shakes his head at Clint, grinning wryly, "I'm afraid that I haven't been briefed yet. The brass has me riding quinjet jockey until I'm assigned a more permanent position. Fill me in on the way?"

When May gives her order, he is quick to respond, nodding briskly before turning towards the motorpool, speaking rapidly into his headset as he strides away, "Pierce, I'm going to need an air car prepped for takeoff. The Deputy Director is en route, Agents Barton and Johnson riding shotgun."

The Wakandan pauses momentarily, smiling to himself, "Make it a Porsche 904, Pierce--you have got to respect the classics."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Pretty much," Clint says in the face of that disgusted look.

And yes, he does have the standard list of injuries well in place, judging by that big bruise on the left side of his head.

The joke is short lived when he sees her face and frowns, an expression that softens considerably when she opts to talk to May.

When he's dispatched with Derek to get them a ride, he nods reaching out to touch Skye's arm before he goes in a silent show of support.

As he withdraws to give the ladies some space he says, "Really? That's a waste, but yeah I can tell you what I can, most of this is classified, but short version someone sent some guys to kidnap me. They mostly got it done but Skye and Nat pulled my ass out of the fire. Had a meta with them too, so, unless the team at the docks have him wrapped up we may want to hit the armory before we find our ride."

Quake has posed:
Segue... Everyone meets up in the motorpool, and, with Derek as driver, they head out... presumably with no destination, but Skye is quick to point out:

"There's likely cleanup going down at the docks in Gotham. With luck our guys got the meta taken down."

She eyeballs Derek in the front seat, playing driver, trying to look like he's not wondering what's going on, and seems to decide something.

"I'm Skye, by the way. And I guess if you're sticking around, you'll find out soon enough, so, uh.. yeah." She shrugs, and continues on, her talk aimed at May, but clearly out there for anyone to comment on. "I know it was my dad who's behind all this. He's crazy. Like fucked up crazy. And he's not likely to stop."

She still hasn't dropped all her bombshells, but it's a start.

Melinda May has posed:
They do all make it to the motor pool, even though the car they're issued is NOT a Porsche 904. It's a regular, everyday, plain black SUV. But apparently, by the time she's caught up with the rest of them, something has changed. "Agent Khanata, you're needed in Ops. I'll take over from here."

After the tall agent departs, she drives the couple back home though there's a quick phone call in Cantonese and an even quicker stop at a hole in the wall noodle house on the way. She's presuming that nether of them have eaten at least since Clint was abducted.

Once they're inside she refuses to let them discuss matters right off, insisting the pair sit and eat while she disappears upstairs and cleans up the mess left from the original attack.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Wait what?" Clint says when Skye confirms it was her father behind the attack.

He'd heard something about her father from the meta, but with the fighting and the concussion it was distorted, and he'd honestly thought he'd misheard. Now though, there was no ambiguity.

"How in the hell-" but then May is sending Derek back up to ops and Clint falls quiet, to make sure he's not saying anything he shouldn't. He does give Derek a 'what can you do' shrug of his shoulders and "Later man," before the agent is gone.

From there he slips into the back of the car, "Wow, honestly didn't think he had the resources for this," he murmurs. Then he leans his head back on the seat closing his eyes for the ride back to the house.

Food is a surprise, and when left to eat it in the living room, with Bass Pro 10's pause screen still showing on the TV, it's all too surreal. Like whole weeks had passed from when he'd paused the game until now when it had been only hours.

Ones that had wrought a lot of changes.

He takes a bite of his noodles, eating slow, then looks to Skye. "How are you holding up?" he asks.

Quake has posed:
Skye us saved from saying anymore by May, and chooses not to ask why the senior Agent took that course of action until after Derek is out of earshot.

"I don't get it? This is way over a personal mission anymore, May? He kidnapped Clint. His men were using other people to leverage Clint. They were going to burn the building down with people inside it."

She exhales and explosion of breath.

"I killed a man!"

But then there's hushing for the moment. And noodles. And May is right, Skye hasn't eaten in far too long between R&D and trying to figure out those crystals, and then Clint's kidnapping.

Skye fairly wolfs her portion of the stuff down, looking around rather guiltily, and hungrily, for more.

"I have no clue where he got the resources, Hotshot. I have no clue why the hell he's this desperate to get me. I mean, when do people decide kidnapping someone to get your attention works better than a 'hi, I'm your daddy, I was hoping we could talk'? The man is batshit crazy. And scary. And how the hell do we stop this before he does this to other agents? Ones less capable?"

She gestures helplessly with her chopsticks. "I know. I know. We stop it by going to him, right? Only on our terms, right?"

Skye sighs.

"None of this makes sense." Pause. "The crystals are useless, by the way. Straight from Fitzsimmons. All of this was over nothing. Everyone has been chasing down a bunch of broken crap."

Melinda May has posed:
While it had looked like May was buying way too much food, maybe she wasn't. There's more sitting there waiting to be eaten. She returns quickly enough, and upon seeing Skye's empty food container promptly swaps it out for an unopened one.

She'd not been in the room when Skye burst out with the fact that she'd killed a man, but she heard it clearly enough from upstairs. After sitting and letting the younger woman get everything out there, she offers some likely unexpected sage words of wisdom. "Somtimes the only way to get past having to do something like killing another human is by continually reminding yourself WHY you had to do it. Death wanted to claim SOMEone. You made the hard choice of sending someone else in Clint's place. It still hasn't even really hit you yet. But it will. And you have to keep telling yourself, it was for Clint."

She lets the comments about the crystals go for now. That's definitely a problem, but it can wait until morning if need be.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
'I killed a man' the words break Clint's heart while at the same time bringing up the memory of his first. How it felt, how it haunted him. He sets down his food.

"I'm sorry I couldn't take the shot. I know it won't help right now, but, you saved that woman's life. Had I tried, with my vision the way it was, I might have missed and she'd be dead. You stopped that." His words echo May's. "Cold comfort, I know."

Seeing Skye casting around for more food he lifts his bowl and moves to join Skye on her couch, offering her the bowl and his company. "My stomach is a mess right now anything I eat is going to end up on the floor," he says as he sits beside her.

"And you're right Keyboard, none of this makes sense, and the fact the crystals are duds just makes it..." All those people could have died for nothing. His free hand clenches instinctively, then slowly lets go.

He looks over at May from where he sits still in his hospital scrubs.

"Did you meet with him? He say anything about this?"

Quake has posed:
Skye nods at Clint's words. May's too. But her eyes are still swimming with tears. "I know. I know he was using her as a shield, and they'd have killed her soon as they were out of sight. Doesn't change the fact I did it."

Another nod.

"Someone had to. I get it. I mean, I'm glad I had the skills, just.." She shrugs, and looks helpless. She'd done a lot of rough things, and she'd seen people get killed in missions, but up until now, it hadn't been at her hands. Not that she could prove.

This time? There was no denying you were responsible when your fingers pulled the trigger that put a bullet through a man's brain. Even if it was for all the right reasons.

She takes Clint's noodles, /and/ the ones May opens up and hands her. For whatever reason, the girl is ravenous. Nerves? Not having eaten? Something else? Who knew.

"And it makes no sense. Not unless he doesn't know the crystals are duds." Which reminds her that May doesn't even know about the damned things, so she explains, "Back in China, I didn't just get a picture of my parents, or talk to someone who knew them, I got this pouch of crystals. The old man said they were my mother's. A prized possession of hers. I thought maybe she used them in her healing. But it turns out that's not what they were for, and I don't know, but Fitzsimmons thinks maybe they're just too old and were out in the elements too long. Maybe they never worked. Maybe all this was for nothing."

Adding, "But we have to stop him." She exhales long and slow, trying to steady herself. "We have to find Cal and stop him."

Cal. Not her father. Cal.

Melinda May has posed:
"We do. The man is not just crazy, he is criminally and dangerously insane. He actually brought you flowers and cookies, Skye. It was like he was trying to win you over." May can only shake her head. "I did my best to not commit to anything and try to pull as much intel out of him as possible. But, he seemed entirely focused on tryong to bond with you, Skye."

It was honestly disturbing, the way the man behaved, as if flowers and cookies would right all the wrongs in their relationship. She's already made a mental decision: If she ever comes across Calving Johnson again, she will END him. For Skye's sake.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
When the noodles are taken from his hand, he puts his arm around Skye plants a soft kiss on her head. "I know, nothing ever changes it," he say quietly giving her shoulders a squeeze.

It felt hollow, like he should be able to do more, but he knows he can't, even as he wishes he'd been well enough to take the shot for her, to carry this burden instead of her.

Just one more thing that had changed so dramatically from when he'd sat in this living room a few hours earlier.

He nods about the crystals, even though he'd acknowledged them as duds, he still finds himself asking, "What were they supposed to do?"

He listens to what May had to say and blinks. and not just because the room still seemed painfully bright to him. "Wait, so this guy kidnaps me to leverage Skye into a meeting, and then hopes cookies and flowers will make it alright?" he asks incredulous. "Yeah, this guy definitely needs to be stopped, with thinking like that I don't think reasoning with him is going to work. We should talk to Fitz and Simmons, maybe they can build us something we can use to take him in."

Quake has posed:
"The crystals? Oh.. something to do with me, actually. Like I said, useless to anyone, really. Not sure why Hydra was interested in them in the first place."

May's words leave Skye shaking her head. "He's fucked. Seriously. Cookies and flowers like I'm going to forgive him for kidnapping Clint? Like that's going to make it all better? The man is.. he.. He needs to locked up in the deepest hole we can find and the keys thrown away. And even that's not bad enough for him."

She fairly spits the words.

Melinda May has posed:
"I have to agree with you both. And while he's still at large, you are both at risk. I think it might be worth the annoyance to stay in the residential part of the Triskelion for now. At least until we know this place is secure." But not tonight. Tonight they both need a proper rest. And she'll stay to mske sure that happens.

"If those crystals are ultimately useless, we can lower the priority on figuring them out. I think for you two, tracking down how Johnson and the Neon Dragons tie together should be your next order of business." Because that gang is not only dangerous on a level that most American gangs could never fathom, that they're in the US at all is extremely worrying.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
There is a nod from Clint, "Yeah, the crystals," he confirms before listening to the rest. "What the hell? Why would anyone go to all that trouble then?"

He shakes his head, then flinches. "Stupid fucking meta," he groans rubbing his temple.

"Anyhow, this whole thing makes no sense. But then it doesn't sound like Cal is playing with a full deck."

He nods his agreement, Cal needs to be locked up and how Skye says them has him reaching for her hand and holding it.

May's suggestion has Clint letting out a breath, "I think you're right May. Out here we're exposed, have to admit it crossed my mind even before those guys jumped me."

He doesn't say those words easily, while they'd been terrified of this place at the start, it'd come to be home. /Their/ place, their refuge. Now it had been violated.

He looks to Skye for her thoughts. "Even if we go for a bit, we'll be back, once we settle up with the Dragons and Cal."

As for the mission priorities, he nods. "Agreed, and I think our best way to find out how it all comes together is to get to Cal and have a talk with his crazy ass. Is he based in Madripoor or was he just using that damn bar as a cover?"

Quake has posed:
Skye looks angrier than she had a moment ago. "Hells, no. Why should I let him chase me out of my own home? Fuck him."

But her anger is because she knows it's the right thing to do. That here they're not only not safe, but nobody around them is safe, either.

Until Cal is brought down, nobody connected to Skye is safe, and while she believes he wouldn't deliberately harm herself, she doesn't count that as her being safe either.

"I don't know why, Clint." Which is.. only a half lie. She didn't know for certain why anyone else would be interested in the crystals.. except she did. Sure, they were keyed to her, but what if there were more people like herself? If they unlocked something in her DNA - she understood that much from her talk with Fitzsimmons, that she was missing bits in her sequencing, and the thing looked to be trying to fill those holes - then they truly weren't useful to anyone else... unless they worked, in which case, Skye's parents were valuable as a tool to create them to... what?

"Okay. I kind of know what they do. And why they might be useful."

Really, it was the danger to everyone else that was making her speak up. Enough agents had died keeping her alive as a baby; Skye didn't want more dying now. "We might have to figure out how they work to stop this. Because as long as anyone believes they can be used, they're going to keep on trying. And I think that's how Cal got the resources he used to kidnap Clint. I think they're Hydra. I think he promised them the technology."

Melinda May has posed:
"Believe me, I don't say that lightly. And I agree that it sucks. But you know better than anyone how dangerously cracked that man is. I think it's either stay at the Triskelion or some other place that you know is as secure as possible, at least until Johnson is either put down for good, or rendered incapable of getting near you ever again."

She looks at Clint, knowing that his say is going to carry a LOT of weight in this parciutlar discussion. Of course, then Skye says a key word: Hydra. "Then you will resume working on them with Simmons and Fitz. In the morning. For now, though, you both need to rest."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint understands Skye's anger, he feels it himself. It felt like a defeat to be chased out of their house. But if he had a whole gang working for him, or Hydra, then there was no way to defend this place, or the people around it.

"It'll be temporary, we'll find Cal and take him down and if Karl is involved, he'll be next," it was a bold promise but one said with commitment. "We'll take this place back."

He takes Skye's hand in his own. "I know it sucks, I hate it, but I don't want to do this psycho any favours."

The bit about the crystals get a nod. "Yeah, if Hydra wants them then you're right, we'll need to figure out what they really do and why they're going this far to get them." Odds were whatever it was, wasn't good.

"Anyhow, May's right about the rest too, god knows I need it," he says. "How about it Skye? One more night here before track these bastards down and make them pay?"

Quake has posed:
"Nobody has my old rooms, but there's nothing there."

Yes, she'd checked. Well, more to the point, while Clint had been on monitor duty, and she was parked in R&D, it was simpler to stay. She'd grabbed some extra things from housekeeping and made a go of it, but if they were truly moving back for the interim, the place would need to be furnished properly.

"Can you.. I don't know. Talk to whoever and get things set up so we can move back in the morning?"

Really, Clint needed to be in medical with his concussion, but that was just another hassle and stress in a day already too filled with them, and it might just be better for him to rest and them to head back in in the morning.

"He won't stop trying until he has me. I don't think away is going to be enough," Skye says quietly. It's not quite, but close enough to a tacit admission, or permission, that the man needed to be put down.

And she was pertty sure what the crystals did, now. The missing bits. They were the bits that made her.. one of them. Like him. Meta. Dangerous. Not human.

"We need sleep. Then deal with this tomorrow."

Melinda May has posed:
"I'll arrange for your old rooms to be set up," May reassures Skye. "And I'll stay here and make sure you don't get disturbed tonight." In other words, they'd BETTER sleep. And anyone that tries to disturb them will have MAY to deal with.

Standing, she moves to clean up the leftover food and empty containers. "And Iknwo that this isn't a positive incentive, but you both will need to be debriefed about this whole thing in the morning. You know I can't let you postpone it any farther than that."