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Skye Johnson	Skye had done exactly what she'd said she would - nothing of what she'd told Clint was a lie the other day. She'd made arrangements for a team; for an inside contact; everyone had been given briefings. A date, a time, and a plan had all been set. All that remained was Skye to send out her contact message and wait for the arranged for time and date, along with the others on the mission... Only Skye had never been very good at following rules, or directions, and in this case, she thought that she was right in what she actually did, which was to send a message for a day two days prior to the mission agreement. Her rationale was simple: Cal didn't do well with either crowds, or confrontation, and Skye needed him not to fly off the handle, or the team to feel threatened. What she needed was to talk to him personally, privately, and to convince him to come with her and help both her, and SHIELD. That was the part she'd not mentioned to Clint quite so specifically: helping her. Because while Skye still wasn't happy that she'd gone through all this, and she was fully aware this is exactly what Cal had hoped to do to her as well, Skye was also aware things weren't going to change. She wasn't suddenly going to stop being Inhuman because she was pissy about the whole matter, and she still could use help learning about her abilities and how to control them. And while Skye knew a number of powered people who might be able to help her, her father knew her mother, and might actually know more. At the very least, Skye had all the reasons in the world to want to learn more about herself, and the only person who could tell her about her history was Cal - and he couldn't tell her anything if he decided her team was a threat, or they shot him. Cue Skye in a corner of the bar in Madripoor, stirring a swizel stick in what she figured was a watered down drink, back to the wall, watching the door, waiting for her father to arrive. If he was going to arrive at all.
Clint Barton	Of course Cal was going to come. How could he not. He knew it could be a trap, he'd heard SHIELD had been looking for him, Hydra too, but it was Daisy. He had to see her again. So at the appointed time the door to St. Molly's swings open and in walks Cal, dressed in a new suit that some how manages to look old and awkward on his frame. There is a boquet of daisys clutched in one hand a plastic bag in the other. He scans the bar, looking for Daisy and ignoring a subtle nod from someone, likely a scout. Then his eyes light on that corner booth and he grins almost ear to ear making a b-line across the bar, until he's standing beside the table. "I got your message," he says. "You have no idea how happy it made me," he glances down at his hands as if they belonged to someone else. "I brough you flowers," he pushes the daisies at her, "And noodles. I remembered, you like noodles." He stands nervously waiting for her reply.
Skye Johnson	Of course Skye sees her father walk in, her stomach tightening into knots of both excitment and fear. Maybe a dash of happiness besides. She couldn't explain how she'd gone from issuing thoughts that he needed to be taken down at all costs, to being glad to see him, but somehow that transition had happened. Skye no longer supported a kill order on her father. She was glad it had been discarded as an idea, even if she knew it was still more than likely he'd be taken into custody if he weren't co-operative. It was fairly vital to her that things went well at this meeting. Her lips bow over a crooked little grin as he walks towards her, eyes lighting on those daisies, knowing full well they were for her (and quite likely pilfered from some garden to boot). The smell of the noodles is unmistakeable. "Hey," she says softly, biting at her lower lip as she gestures to the table for him to join her. Shaking her head all the while. "I still never figured out how you learned I liked noodles." Then, impishly, "Where'd you get them from? I know this place where they make the best ramen outside of Hong Kong." Which might be overstating it, but in Skye's books, and limited experience, they *were* the best place to get ramen outside of Hong Kong... if only because Clint had taken her there. "Or, you know, if I make them." Which makes her laugh, brown eyes twinkling, because really, she was still a terrible cook, and her ramen, while tasty, wasn't of that calibre (and you kinda had to squint at it a bit sometimes to forgive the noodles).
Clint Barton	Cal grins broadly at the questions and more than that the total lack of fear and revulsion, which was a big plus in his books. "May I sit?" he asks. "Well, I promise it's less creepy than it sounds, but I have a friend who's very good with computers like you," he replies. "When your face was splashed all over the TV and your file was released on the net, I had him look into you and give me all the information he could. That was part of it, you visited a noodle place in New York regularly," he says. "I like noodles too," he says moving on quickly. "These are from my favourite place in Madripoor, I think you'll love them I was planning on taking you there the night the imposter came in your place, but she wouldn't go." There's a dark flash in his eyes, but it's quickly smothered and he puts on a smile. "That's why I brought the noodles to you this time," he says setting down the bag, and taps his head. "Pays to think ahead." He smiles, "You make noodles?" he asks sounding truly interested. "Your mother made noodles, I was terrible at pulling them, steady hands in medical school, terrible at noodles..." he shakes his head.
Skye Johnson	And there she is smiling at him, listening to him babble on and thinking to herself: Hey, that's my dad. Which was a weird thought all on its own given her whole life she'd believed she was an orphan, but even moreso, he was kind of oddly endearing when he wasn't flying into a storming rage. The rage bit wasn't so great, but if she had to be honest, the people she knew and loved most were all deadly in their own rights, if much more cooly and calmly so - and even before what had happened to her had happened to her, she, herself, had been trained to be competant with weapons and a killer when need be. Now that she had powers, it wasn't lost on Skye that the only thing that separated her from Cal (and many others) was the fact that she'd learned a great lot of self control. And even then, she wasn't sure what she'd do if someone tried to harm her loved ones. "That's kinda creepy, you know? And I'm saying this as someone who can peek into a lot of people's lives." A tiny mock scowl mars her brow as she says that. However, as it happens, noodles heal a lot of ills, and damn those noodles both looked and smelled good. "I kind of make noodles? My teacher threw up his hands and said he'd done all he could do. They're less uneven these days, but I'm still learning the fine art of pulling them." A grin. "Still better than cup'o'ramen by a longshot. And yeah, my partner and I go to that place" because where else would they have gotten that info from? "a lot. He wanted me to know what the real stuff tasted like." She nabs the chopsticks that came with the noodles and digs in, mumbling over a mouthful, "Ohgodthesearegood.." slurp "We also hang out at this pizza joint. The owner likes me." Another quiet pause, then in a small voice, "She did? What else did she do or like? I never really found out anything about her." Or him for that matter. Screw the delay in the important stuff as to why she'd brought Cal here. This was more important.
Clint Barton	For the moment at least, Cal is a babbling puppy dog of a man. Goofy, nerdy, certainly not quite right in the head, but not the dangerous monster he could be, even when the dark rage flashes across his eyes, it's muted, less murderous. Again, for the moment. "I'm sorry, I was..." he looks down. "Overeager, I wanted to know everything about you, but I wasn't ready to see you yet, I didn't have your gift, I needed your gift." The need that lead to him having Clint kidnapped by thugs. He continues to look shamefaced. "Anyhow, I'll delete the files, and find out about you the old fashion way, like, I had no idea you /made/ noodles, see, already learning about you in a non-creepy way," he says looking up and grinning like this was a big accomplishment. "You don't want to hear what your mother used to say about my noodles, or the people in the village, they were not happy, it's good I am actually an excellent doctor." He cracks open his bowl as well, smiling when she declares them good, "Glad you like them, I got my favourite, there's hot sauce in the bag, if you want some. I wasn't sure how spicy you like your noodles." "Your mother?" he asks. "She was a healer and wanted to be a doctor, she was very good with the people in her village, she'd known them for most of their lives, she was very kind. She wasn't much of a scientist though, that's why she needed my help making the crystals. Still she was going to go to medical school in the States, or at least that's what we plannned."
Skye Johnson	"Ahhh" Skye scolds, looking mock-aghast. "You didn't say you had hot sauce. Just who were you saving it for?" For the moment it's like she's having a normal father-daughter moment with him, like none of all their other issues exist, even if she knows this is very momentary. Scrabbling through the bag for the hot sauce, Skye nods as she listens. "She sounds nice. I never was very good at much but the computer thing." A shrug. "Maybe some pool. And lying. But those don't really count." She eats a few of her newly doctored noodles, looking over at him. "I'd like to get to know you better. For real this time, I mean. But you know that wasn't the only reason I invited you here, right?" So far the bulk of her gloves are covered by long sleeves.
Clint Barton	It takes a moment for Cal to parse the joking gasp, worry creases his features before he gets it and smiles. "Must be my mistake." Cal doesn't go in for the hot sauce, and leaves all four packets for Skye if she wants them, he nods, "She was more than nice," he says as he takes a bite of his noodles. "She was the second most amazing person I've ever met." He reaches across the table and gives her a gentle shove. "You have to be good at more than that, you're," he looks around and drops his voice. "A SHIELD agent, I mean they and I have had our differences but they're no slouches. Can't imagine they'd let you in if you didn't have more to offer." He takes another bite of his noodles, listening again. "I figured," he says looking serious now. "But whatever I can do for you, I will, Dai-," he pauses. "Skye, just ask."
Skye Johnson	Four packets it is. Seriously, girl likes her sauces. Skye happily adds the remaining packets to her noodles, and slurps like a pro. "You never found out how I became a SHIELD agent, did you?" Skye grins at Cal. "You might not be so impressed if you did." Though she'd more than earned her place since then. When he almost calls her Daisy, her lips purse into a considered line, bar marred by deep thought. "It's okay," she says finally. "You can call me Daisy if you want. She's not really who I am anymore, but you're not really everyone else either. Maybe it can be special just for us, you know? You calling me Daisy?" She allows herself to smile at him to let him know it's really okay.
Clint Barton	Cal smiles when Skye tackles her noodles like a pro, but makes a face at all the sauce. "How can you taste it with all that in there?" he asks her, yes, very much in daddy-daughter mode for now. As for how she became an agent he shakes his head. "No, I didn't hear, is it something I am going to want to hear about?" he asks her. Though the last has his eyes lighting, "Really? I mean, if it's a problem I can stop-" then he stops talking and let's Skye speak, smiling warmly, and reaching out to pat her hand with his. "I'd like that," he says. "Really, I would." "Though, you still haven't told me why you called," he says, sounding worried.
Skye Johnson	Skye continues to eat, but more slowly now. "It's not so bad. You should have some of the stuff we had when we were in Hong Kong and China. Spicy. This isn't even close." Mind you, some places weren't spicy at all, it really depended where you were in the cuisine. Skye, as it happens, liked it all. "As for if you want to hear it, I don't know. Mostly comes down to getting caught doing something I shouldn't and given a choice of working for SHIELD or the usual. You know how it is. I chose to work for SHIELD. Somewhere along the line I decided I liked it." Her chopsticks are lain over her bowl. "I'm good at it. Very good. Which is why we're here alone, just us, and not the team that was supposed to show up two days from now when I told them we were meeting." She lets him absorb that before continuing. "I needed to talk to you about a lot of things. And to ask your help. I wanted us to be able to talk father to daughter without people misunderstanding things, you know?" She turns her hand to take his and squeeze it before releasing it.
Clint Barton	Cal nods, "Southern Chinese cooking, I never got a taste for it," he says about the spice. "More of a meat and potatoes man myself," he says with a grin. "That's their way," Cal says of SHIELD's recruiting techniques. "Get them before they know better, at least that's what I heard, surprised they didn't just train you into it from birth. That's what I thought they were doing anyway. Making you one of them.," his teeth grit as he says. "How did you get away?" he asks. "I mean, before they found you again." As to the rest, her being good and her preparations for tonight's meet. His expression wavers between concern and affection. "They're going to be mad aren't they? That you came along, especially after last time." He squeezes her hand. "Not that I'm unhappy you came, really, it's been the best day ever, but I don't want them to do anything to you. I couldn't live with that, not after the last time we met, I let them take you Daisy, I tried to fight, but they took you, just like they took your mother..."
Skye Johnson	"I ran away," Skye admits. "I got tired of being shuffled and then stuck in an orphanage. Figured if nobody wanted me, if I was some problem, then I'd just go be somewhere else." She's quiet as she remembers those days. "I probably would have thought more about it if I'd not been young and stupid. But I was. Not sure why I didn't go crawling back. Stubborn, I guess?" There's a shrug, because she's really not sure why she didn't, other than the spectre of being returned, yet again, or worse, never leaving the orphanage, kept her away. "I think maybe someone knew where I was and it was safer that way, that I was gone and hiding." Skye wasn't convinced that Fury hadn't known where she was all along. Things were just too convenient. But then again, maybe it had just been chance. You couldn't tell, and Fury wouldn't either. Not directly. He'd made gestures, though, which had led her to the belief he'd known all along and swooped in before she could well and truly destroy any chance at a future she might have. That's she'd turned out to be a decent Agent besides had been a bonus. There's a laughing grin and she picks up her chopsticks again. "Oh, yeah. They're going to be pissed. May keeps threatening to put a tracker in me. I kinda do this on a regular basis. Fury gets it, though. He trusts I know when it's okay and when it's not." So far it had worked out. "Her free hand reaches out to take his, the gesture pulling her sleeve back ever so slightly. "Hey, it's okay, you know? They pulled all the stops to take me. I'm just glad they didn't kill you. SHIELD is okay, though. I mean, they're not who took me. That was Hydra, and that's a bit about why I need you. All of it, really. Why SHIELD needs you." She lets go of his hand and picks up her drink, taking a sip. "We need your help with what's in those crystals, and finding a way to neutralize them."
Clint Barton	Cal nods and seems to understand it all, the running away, and stubbornly staying there despite all sense. "I know a little something of acting on impulse," he says. "It's hard to avoid. Must run in our family." There's a weak smile at that. "Sorry things happened that way," he says. "Being alone must have been terrible," he looks at her with sympathy in his eyes, and guilt, his eyes all but saying, 'if I'd been a better father...' "Well if they make too much of stink about it, you can always come live with me, I don't have a fancy tower in New York, or a Greenwich townhouse, but I've got enough to be comfortable," he says, "Though it sounds like you'll be fine," he almost seems sad about that. He grimaces at the talk of Skye's abduction, but notices the bracers on her arms. "What are those?" he asks distracted for a moment about the past. "And what do you need to know about the crystals? He can't have too much terrigen, to make them, the village was all but depleted when I got there, it's why we could only make the few we did."
Skye Johnson	That's news. And an answer. Which meant Karl was looking form ore terrigen - which gave them not only time to find a counter (if possible) or narrow down sources themselves, and keep the stuff out of Karl's hands. Skye wasn't even going to think Hydra's at this point as she suspected this wasn't Hydra's bag at all, but a think Karl was using them for. Sure, they might benefit, or didn't care, but it didn't smack of Hydra. not unless they could guarantee success in controlling the results - and that, she was sure, they couldn't. She's lost in thought so much that she almost misses his question. "Huh? Oh." It hits her and she reflexively covers her wrist - not that it helps. Both hands are guarded, thus, with the gloves Jemma had fashioned for her. "They help me," Skye says cautiously. "They keep me from hurting myself."
Clint Barton	Cal nods and is content to sit quiet while Skye mulls over the news about the terrigen. Though at the menton of the gauntlets and hurting herself, he looks worried, taking hold of her arm to examine them closer, "You're not trying-" he looks at her, weighing her mental state. "No, it's something else, how are you hurting yourself?" he asks her, the concern evident in his voice.
Skye Johnson	Skye's fingers play anxiously over the gloves that Jemma has made for her. "One of the crystals worked," she admits quietly, not meeting his gaze. "That's why they kidnapped me. To test them out. We don't want them spreading the stuff everywhere on innocent people who.. I don't even know if the stuff will work on anyone else, but Karl thought it might. It killed one of .. that might have been me, actually. I don't know. It was all too fast and horrible. And I destroyed the place." Now she looks up at him, all thoughts of noodles left behind. "If those crystals can work on other people, and something like what happened to me happens to them, it would be horrible. They won't know what to do, and they'll be out there hurting and alone and dangerous. I had friends. They rescued me and helped me. Are still helping me. I can't let Karl spread the crystals to everyone. I just can't. Will you help us stop him?"
Clint Barton	Cal blinks. "They worked?" he asks. "You mean..." He looks down at the gauntlets, as the rest of the words sink in. Despite their seriousness, he lets out a whoop, arms raised high. The bar low lifes look over, but quickly return to their own business. "It worked! What can you do? What was your gift? Your mother and I, we used to talk about what it would be for hours, we were so excited to see it." His hand grips hers again. When she brings up Karl's plans. "He can't spread it to everyone, there's not enough terrigen, your mother traveled for ages before she found her village and the other place," he says before barking a laugh. "Good luck.," he says shaking his head before a thought occurs and he frowns. "Well... there might be one more..."
Skye Johnson	Skye answers the immediate first, becuase she's thought about it. Thought about where the base was. The implications of the currents there. "He can," she says quietly, "If he breaks it down and spreads it in a manner that everyone is exposed to it. He doesn't need a crystal for each person. He just needs an efficient delivery system." Then there's an odd little sry smirk that's both semi-proud and embarassed. "I'm still learning? So far I shake everything. And I hear everything. I'm learning that I can.. I don't know. It's like everything has a vibration. And I can see and hear that, and if I concentrate on it, I can do things with it." She rolls her eyes some. "Still kind of hit and miss with it. I levelled a huge patch of forest. Destroyed that Hydra base. It really exhausts me still." Her smile brightens, and settles on proud - which really is a milestone, were she to realize that she is actually proud of where she's gotten to, and of what she can do. "I'm getting better though. I just don't know.. everything. I need to learn so much." A pause. "Can you help?" Implied: SHIELD... And me.
Clint Barton	He ponders the question of the delivery system but it doesn't stay in mind for long. He's far too excited. "You might be right," he says hurridly before getting on to what he really wanted to talk about. "I am just glad you still look like you," he says, before frowning. "I mean, not that I wouldn't love you if you turned green, or had claws, but you know, this is easier for you, you look like you. Not all of your people are that lucky. That one with me in Markovia certainly wasn't but then that might just be a result of having not enough Inhuman blood. Your mother knew more about that." As to the powers, "Shaking things? Really, so different from your mother's gift, but they say each Inhuman is made with a purpose, so, I suppose there was a need for healers and for...quakes," he says with a grin. "And I bet it's all so scary, but, of course I'll help. You're my daughter, I've been waiting for this day since you were born. I was meant to help you." He may not have caught that helping SHIELD was part of that yet.
Skye Johnson	"You'd love me even if...?" Skye seems truly perplexed by that. And maybe more than a bit relieved. And it makes her wonder.. would Clint have cared? Or May? Or Darcy? ... Fury? She looks at her father and understands him in a way she hadn't before. She's not really sure she gets all of it, but she believes him. He'd have loved her no matter how she'd have turned out. He wasn't just saying it - he meant it. And that, more than anything was a balm to her soul. Coupled with how all over her loved ones at SHIELD had accepted her, seemed to have broken open something within her, and made Skye more able to accept herself. "Quake, huh? I kinda like that. I needed a name."
Clint Barton	"Of course, you're my daughter, and this is what you were meant to do, all of this," Cal says gesturing at her arms. "Is part of who you are. You don't get to pick what you love." "You can use it, I won't even charge royalties," he says with a cheesy grin. "Every hero needs a name after all." Then things begin to process. "When you said help you, you mean at SHIELD don't you?" he asks, as the realization dawns.
Skye Johnson	"Just because I'm your daughter.." Skye lets that trail off because ultimately what does it matter? She was his child, and yes, he'd love her. Which, in the end, she supposed was how it was with those at SHIELD who had taken her in and accepted her. How different was a rogue hacker from what she was now? She wasn't one hundred percent sure, but Skye was beginning to believe if she'd come back green and with claws, May, and Darcy, and Clint, and Fury.. would all have continued to care about her for who they'd grown to know and love. It gave her heart somehow. "Quake, then," Skye agrees. The Birds would like that. She finally had a codename. Even if it wasn't a winged thing. "And no, I don't just mean myself. I mean me, and SHIELD. We both need you. Please? You don't understand what it was like. What it could be like. We can't let him do that. I know you see what happened to me as wonderful, but I have you. And you and my mother wanted this. Can you imagine never knowing this about yourself and waking up one day suddenly something you see as a monster? with nobody to accept you or help you?"
Clint Barton	Cal nods. "Yes, because you're my daughter," he says, there was no doubt in those words, he would have loved her however things had turned out. There's a frown for what comes next. "I know a little something of being a monster and on my own," he says. "It's terrible, but if I walk into SHIELD headquarters, they won't let me walk out again."
Skye Johnson	Skye considers the lies she could tell. Or the truths. Her gaze falls upon Cal as these things fall into place in her thoughts. Her undertanding of his fears, the truth of what he says, and her own beliefs in SHIELD and the people there. "They might not," she says finally, her words carrying notes of her failure to say otherwise. "They're good people, dad. They are. I think if I give them my word you'll behave.." Clint, she notes, is going to KILL HER for what she says next... "I have an extra room in my quarters. If you promise me.. ME.. that you won't fly off into a rage.. then you can stay there. But if you freak out and go nuts on people, that's going to fall on me. These people, dad, they took me in and believed in me. Some of them love me as much as you do. So if you ruin that for me, it's going to hurt. They're family. But if you promise me, PROMISE.. then I'll stand behind you. I'll give them my word. And they'll believe it, because they know me, and they know who and what I am and that I won't let them down." "Can you do that?"
Clint Barton	Cal considers thing seemingly remembering the noodles in front of him. He slurps some up as he thinks. "I killed six agents, Daisy, while I was looking for you, SHIELD isn't going to forget that." He puts the chopsticks down across the bowl and brushes off his hands. "But if you need my help, then you need my help," he says looking her in the eye. "What kind of father would I be if I didn't help my daughter?" "So, yes, I can do that."
Skye Johnson	Skye gives Cal a *serious* look. A VERY serious look. "I have cred with them, dad. Enough cred that if I ask it, and I put my career and my word on the line, they'll accept it if I say I vouch for you. But it's my word, and my life you'd ruin if you blew up at someone because they said or did something you didn't like." "I don't need you to protect me from them, dad. They're good people. They believed in me when I didn't believe in me. They helped me become the best person I could be. And all of them stood behind me when I changed. They didn't care I wasn't quite human. I was still Skye, and any one of them would have died for me." "Do you get that?"
Clint Barton	Cal meets that look as his brain works things over. "I understand, and I /won't/ cause any problems," he raises two fingers in a salute. "Scout's honour." He crosses his heart for good measure. "I'll be on my best behavior. I know these people... and SHIELD are important to you. I won't do anything to get you in trouble." He meets her eyes again: "That work?"
Skye Johnson	"Totally works," Skye grins. Knowing even as she says it that May and Fury might have a collective fit, let alone Clint... "Uh. so. I live with someone. And we are not going to scare him or threaten him. Right? He's a good man, and he's going to be tense and not sure about you, and you're likely not going to like that he and I are a thing, but we're a thing, and he'll get over the fact that you're my dad.. and oh god, I forgot. So, the guest room, until we get our house cleared, is like where we store all our archery crap. Most of it is Clint's, but the bed is clean and free and if we need to we'll put the other shit in the livingroom.." Skye meanders over the logistics of a house guest. Things, suddenly, were about to get interesting.
Clint Barton	"Archery... oh right, he's an archer isn't he, your boyfriend," he sighs. "I'll be on my best behaviour even if my daughter is dating a former circus performer," he grumbles digging into his noodles again. A final meal before SHIELD potentially locks him away. "Doesn't SHIELD have doctors? I mean you could have dated one of them...." "Anyhow, l promised, I'll be on my best behaviour. I won't harm Mr. Barton or his feelings," he says. "Any other stipulations?" he asks.
Skye Johnson	Skye giggles. "Fine, I can't argue he's a former circus performer, but honestly.. I don't know." She gets one of those soft, contemplative looks on her face, eyes distant. "We've been through everything. So much. And every turn, there he is. Or there I am. We didn't even want to like each other. We tried to pretend it was anything it wasn't.." Her looks says it all, or should, for her father. "He's never tried to stop me being me, Dad. And people look up to him." She grabs her chopsticks again and waggles them at him. "Not that that should matter. But they do. He's probably a better person than I am. Like by a whole lot." Skye considers the rest. "Can't think of anything off the top of my head other than no killing. Try not to hurt anyone. Please don't break anything I'll have to pay for or talk to my bosses about and explain." He's given a soft sort of look. "I know it's going to be hard. Just try. Just remember it's important to me. It'll be okay. I screw up all the time. If you don't kill anyone, I think we'll be okay with the rest."
Clint Barton	Cal finishes his noodles with a 'hrumph' but he nods in otherwise silent acceptance of Skye's assertion about her, ugh, lover. She was his baby, he did NOT want to think about that. "And I doubt it," he says about him being a better person. As to the rest, he nods. "I can promise you that much."
Skye Johnson	And that, ultimately is all she wanted. It was going to be okay. From her murky past, to a reluctant SHIELD Agent, to embracing that life and growing in ways she had never expected, to her Inhuman change, to this.. Skye realized how truly, and unexpectedly, blessed she was. 5rThen again.. she still had to explain to May why she'd run off YET AGAIN without permission.. and break the news to Clint that her father was coing to live with them for awhile.. so maybe not quite so blessed. But it was all going to be okay. That much she knew. And there were noodles! How could you complain when you had noodles?
Skye Johnson	And that, ultimately is all she wanted. It was going to be okay. From her murky past, to a reluctant SHIELD Agent, to embracing that life and growing in ways she had never expected, to her Inhuman change, to this.. Skye realized how truly, and unexpectedly, blessed she was. Then again.. she still had to explain to May why she'd run off YET AGAIN without permission.. and break the news to Clint that her father was coing to live with them for awhile.. so maybe not quite so blessed. But it was all going to be okay. That much she knew. And there were noodles! How could you complain when you had noodles?