A/N: I don't know what this is. I've wanted to write Skye meeting the Avengers for a long time, but this isn't that. This is Skye/Steve bffls. All Avengers and MAOS characters will make an appearance in some form. This is set a couple years down the line, but none of the events in Winter Soldier are in this. There's also gonna be quite a bit of Skye/Coulson family fluff.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. All rights go to their proper owners.

They actually didn't like each other at first. Too different, and there was no understanding. He was a good guy and all, and he thought she was nice, but that was it. And that would've continued to be it if they didn't keep running into each other. She blamed Coulson for that. He was basically her foster father, and he and Steve were really close. They were bound to keep running into each other, and bound to keep running out of small talk too soon into conversations.

"Are you ever not on your phone?" he asked her at one party.

Skye scoffed. "If the party's interesting, or people want to talk to me. I'm not exactly the most interesting person here..." she trailed off, looking at Coulson, at May. Natasha Romanoff...Bruce Banner...Thor...and she couldn't forget Tony Stark.

Steve crossed his arms and nodded in understanding, which was bullshit because if he didn't look so closed off, he'd be one of the main attractions here. He was Captain America. "I don't get the appeal." He grabbed a drink off of the tray of a nearby waiter. "Of phones, I mean. You're...interesting," he corrected himself, looking ever so slightly embarrassed.

Skye put her phone away, smiling at him. "You don't have to lie. We don't have a lot in common, do we?"

Steve looked saddened by the fact. Not deeply, but just enough to be noticeable. Skye felt bad. She was one of the few people he'd talked to tonight, yet she knew they'd run out of material in minutes. "Just because we see the world differently doesn't mean you're not interesting. Besides, maybe we're only different on the surface. We don't really know each other. Maybe we have a lot more in common than you think. We'd have to find out," he pointed out, eyes trailing across the room.

If it were anyone else, Skye would think he was hitting on her, or opening the floor for flirtation. "I mean, I work with a guy who flies around in a robotic suit. Don't be insulted if I'm not in shock because of a girl who plays with her phone," he laughed to himself.

"You also work with an alien," she added, nodding in Thor's direction. Yeah, the guy certainly had struggles adjusting to modern life, but he was handling it well considering. Skye finished her drink before coming in closer to Steve. She handed him her number. "You ever wanna learn why a phone is so interesting, let me know. Wouldn't want you to be too lost. Also, Thor's learning how to text. Don't be second to an alien," she teased. It wasn't flirting, and he knew it. This was her reaching out to a friend of Coulson. An acquaintance.

Skye hadn't actually expected Steve to call her asking for help learning how to text. The first few lessons were easy, but once he got the hang of it, he'd still call her over. Not even for actual tech stuff, but for other modern adjustments.

"She sent a winky face. But the text wasn't insinuating anything! What does that mean? Why is this so hard?" Steve bemoaned, staring at his phone as Skye helped herself to another beer.

They were in his apartment, and Skye never thought she'd be giving girl advice to Captain fucking America. "Dude, she's trying to turn it into a flirty text. Just go with it. You're in!" she sighed, swatting him on the back of the head.

"Hey! You're hitting a higher ranking agent," he muttered, making room for her on the couch. "I don't want to use...faces."

"Emoticons. Then don't. Texts are unique. Ask her out for coffee," Skye instructed.

Steve did as told, though he looked confused. She explained that yeah, coffee dates were actually a thing, sometimes. He got that, but it was a little different than the dating scene during World War Two. The text exchange continued as Skye looked around his apartment. Books everywhere. And the collection was dense, full of scholarly writings, comic books..everything. Man, the guy was smart. Punching bags...some broken, some not.

"She said yes!" Steve grinned, though he didn't sound surprised. Skye patted him on the shoulder, sipping from her beer. "Not too different from my day. Just a different method," he shrugged.

Skye laughed. He had texting under his belt. With his heart of gold and good looks, dating would be a cinch. Still, it wouldn't be hard to find other things to teach him. "She kinda looks like Cinderella," she commented, looking at the picture next to the contact.

"Who?" Steve asked. Skye grinned slowly.

"Did she just sell her voice for some guy she saw dancing on a boat?" Steve asked in disbelief.

Skye laughed. "Yes! She's sixteen, leave her alone. You don't wanna know the shit I did when I was sixteen," she muttered, tugging more of the blanket on her. She hadn't even realized the sun had set. She'd come over early in the morning to start educating Steve in all of the Disney movies he'd missed. He'd only ever seen the cartoons and Snow White. Tomorrow they'd do Pixar.

She had contemplated doing them in chronological order, which is what she'd done when she'd tried showing them to Thor, but she decided to just do it randomly, picking them out however she felt. And unlike Thor, who'd "Had enough of this whimsy" after four movies, Steve had loved it. He pointed out the stupid shit that went down, like he had just done during The Little Mermaid, but it also provided him with some nostalgia. At least, the earlier ones did. The later ones were just entertaining.

Finally, the Little Mermaid ended. Skye yawned and Steve turned to her. "You done for the night?" he asked. Skye shook her head adamantly.

"No! Bambi is next. But you have to put it in. I'm not moving." Steve blinked at her. "Right, DVD player is still too fancy for you," she laughed, getting up begrudgingly and putting the next disc in. When she settled on the couch next to him again, under the blankets, Steve smiled.

"You haven't been on your phone all night," he pointed out. Skye shrugged. It wasn't a huge deal. She really wasn't addicted to her phone the way everyone thought she was.

They settled back in the finish the movie. Skye watched Steve's face as Bambi's mom died, daring him to cry. His brow knit together, and he did look sad...but no tears fell. Impressive.

"Steve says you've hung out lately. Are you playing nice?" Coulson asked Skye. She shot him a playful glare as she spooned Lucky Charms into her mouth.

"I always play nice!" she said, grinning. Coulson laughed, shaking his head. "I taught him how to text, helped him get a date with that Kate girl and now...we're friends I think? The Boy Wonder's actually kinda fun," she admitted. She sat up straighter then, a mischievous glint in her eye like she had the perfect line to tease him. Coulson sat back, preparing himself. "Why do you ask? Are you jealous that I get to hang with Cap? Your man-crush likes your daughter better than you?" she jabbed. Coulson laughed. Neither one of them were sure when they'd started referring to her as his daughter, but at this point they actually called her that and didn't correct people when they assumed she was.

"Yes, I'm terribly jealous," Coulson rolled his eyes, though he was smiling. "He needs all the friends he can get. When he's alone, he becomes stoic...introspective. It's not bad, but when they guy's distracted, you really see a great side of him," he continued.

Skye had noticed that. There was Steve 'adjusting to life' Rogers, Captain America, Steve 'All by myself' Rogers at parties and then just Steve. When he opened up, it was something incredible. They sat in silence, taking in the morning.

"Oh fuck it," Coulson finally said, pushing his bowl of bran flakes away and grabbing the Lucky Charms, much to Skye's glee.

Skye's phone lit up. She picked it up, much to Coulson's chagrin. "Yo."

"Hello? Is this Skye?"

Skye sniggered. Cap. Of course. "Yes, Steve, it's Skye. Why didn't you text me?" she asked.

"I like calling better. We all have our own habits. What's a good place near me for a second date?"

"Did you try Google?" Skye suggested.

"..."

"Right. Okay, there's a bowling alley near you, but that's no fun because you're Captain America. There's a nice sushi restaurant near you. You'll get a new experience, and she'll have a nice time. Call for reservations. Here's the number..."

Coulson watched Skye with pride, also amusement. Steve thanked her and hung up. He got a second date all on his own. Homeboy was coming along nicely. She'd kill to see him try sushi for the first time, though. Maybe she could teach him to snapchat by then...