I planned on making this a rather long oneshot, but I really wanted to post it as soon as possible so I'm just going to post this now. I hope you guys like it because I (sort of) do and if so, I will be posting the next part of this twoshot by tomorrow. I think Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. is a pretty good show and I couldn't help but write this after seeing episode five. So I'm saying I'm doing this out of both inspiration and desperation.

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel or Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. which, I believe, is quite obvious.

It felt silly quite silly that she was being that stupid main character in the fanfictions she loathed. She'd done stupid things and she was going to cry about them just like any other girl. She'd been reduced to a mere sob story and the very thought of it made her want to vomit.

She toyed with the silver bangle on her wrist and thought of her stupidity. She'd went to Miles to warn him and slept with him instead, she betrayed the last people on earth that she'd ever wanted to betray and lastly, she'd let everyone, including herself, down just as she had expected.

The half hour that she spent alone in her freezing bunk seemed like ages. She would have gone out to turn up the heat were it not for the fear of meeting either May or Ward. Something was telling her that she would be encountering cold looks of loathing if she stepped one foot out.

Each failure seemed to be such a big deal; hell, she felt like a failure at life at that point. But something about joining the team, not S.H.I.E.L.D. itself, made her feel as if she wasn't as big a failure as she initially presumed.

They almost made her feel at home.

She thought about Ward and how they'd played Battleship, a rhythmic banter going back and forth between them. Something was telling her that she'd given that up without knowing it. It was a boulder in an avalanche that made her bury her head in a spot between her knees and her chest.

Buried in the deepest crevices of her heart that she dared not show to anyone was the longing to belong. She wanted the comfort of a family, a place where she felt like people would accept her. They'd done that and she hadn't appreciated it. So she ruined it instead.

She heard the soft, almost tentative and shy, knock on the door and if it were not for the size of her bunk, she would have missed it amidst all her sniveling and sobbing. She could not help but try to put on a brave face and wiped away any traces of tears that she could before sliding the door open.

Standing there was Simmons, smiling rather awkwardly at her as she held a box of tissues and a pint of cookie dough ice cream; definitely one of the last people she expected to knock on her door. She tried her best to smile back at the scientist, but failed miserably, making it look more like a grimace.

"I could hear you crying while I was on my way to my bunk," The girl said before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "So I brought you ice cream and tissues. I know you're not going through the standard break-up but the combination seems to cheer up the majority of the female population."

She wasn't exactly repulsed by the idea of someone voluntarily speaking to her. In fact, she found it the closest thing to miraculous and it was a welcomed idea all in all. She couldn't help the laugh that escaped her lips despite the circumstances of Simmons' visit.

She took her seat on the bed and made space for her to sit at the foot of it. "This is really cool of you and all, but you don't have to sit here and listen to me when you and Fitz could be doing who-knows-what in the lab."

Simmons shrugged before handing the girl the ice cream. "You need me more than he does." She replied. "Which is saying a lot really, considering the fact that I'm the one who reminds him to breathe in the middle of experiments."

She didn't say anything back and instead, leaned her head against the wall beside her. She could feel her guilt coming back full force as her skin met with the cool surface. "Why don't you hate me like everyone else does?" She questioned almost absent mindedly while staring into nothingness.

"Fitz doesn't hate you." Is all she can say before giving the answer some more thought. She searched her head for answers the way that she searched her head for possible solutions to problems. "He's doubtful of you and so am I, but we've gotten to know you and seen what you can do."

Skye sighed frustratedly before stabbing her spoon into the ice cream. "That's not good enough," She said and scooped like girls in the angry phase of their break-ups. "I want a real reason why you and/or Fitz don't hate me just as much as everyone else does."

Simmons collected herself for a moment as Skye sat across her, eating her ice cream almost angrily. Sometimes, she'd cry a bit and find need to use the tissues. Seeing the girl in that state gave her not only the time to think, but the answer to the question.

"I don't hate you because I think you're stupid, but I'd have done the same."

Her spoon was halfway to her mouth when she'd said what she had. She slowly put it back in the ice cream, mulling the answer over in her head. "That doesn't make any sense," She said, a look of absolute bewilderment on her face. "You're Simmons! Everything you do is a smart move in connection with logic itself."

"Maybe," The girl shrugged. "But I'm still human. I don't just make mistakes when I salvage tech or make formulas. Even the most logical people are weak when it comes to letting their heart rule their head. It's everybody's weakness. If it were someone I loved-"

"Fitz?" Skye could not help but sneak in the question that had remained unspoken for so long and Simmons blushed at the very thought.

"Most likely Fitz, yes," She as she felt the blood continue to rise up to her cheeks. "I would warn him and protect him to because he's a bloody idiot who can't take care of himself. And also, I don't think I could ever live with myself knowing that I might have been able to help him."

So it was all just the logic of the heart. The mind doesn't matter when making such decisions. In such circumstances, you can't help but ignore your brain, even when an alarm is going off in there. It's fighting a battle that just can't be won.

The insights of the bio-chemist made her slightly excited about the future. She feared the wrath of her companions, yes, but she was excited that there would come a time when she could try using the logic of the heart against the heart itself.

"Why don't you go talk to Ward?" Simmons said and the other girl laughed before stuffing more ice cream in her mouth. "I know that you think he hates you and he might, but telling him you're sorry helps. Besides, if you don't say it now then you're just going to live in that fear."

"I'd rather live in fear, thanks." Skye replied but her pint of ice cream was forcefully taken out of her hands before she could think about it. "It's not that easy just going up to a robot and telling him you're ready for your own death sentence."

The room was quiet for a moment and the scientist & the hacker stared each other down until Simmons finally won the battle. "You just need to stay strong and admit that you did something wrong." She advised before getting up.

"I'll keep that in mind." Skye said.

"And Simmons," She called before the other girl could get out of her bunk. "Thank you for talking to me. And also, I think you should tell Fitz before whatever this is gets blown out of control."

"Tell me what?" Fitz said from behind his partner. Simmons eyes widened considerably and she sent Skye a look that said that she'd lost one of the last two people on the plane that had reason to hate her, but did not.

She got up from her bed before pushing the two scientists out of her room. "You're welcome." She said with a small curtsy before sliding her door shut.