I'm sorry! Like super duper sorry! It's been over 2 months and I'm super sorry that I haven't updated since last year, and that this is a super crappy chapter, and I'm just really sorry!

Please don't hate?

Is anyone still reading? Totally understand if you're not, it's been 2 months, but is anyone there?

Green eyes surveyed the two girls from a distance; Morse methodically moving through what she recognised as May's Tai Chi, Skye no more than ten feet away reading on the StarkPad as Jarvis gave her quiet instructions. It was almost peaceful, domestic in a way. Looking at them now, Natasha - who had been trained since childhood to kill - found it hard to believe that HYDRA was making such a fuss out of them; the 0-8-4 and the teenager who managed to infiltrate and outsmart them.

"You're sloppy, Teenager!" Is how Natasha announced her presence , smirking with it made Morse yelp and fall over. Definitely difficult to believe. "And you're reaction time could use some work."

"Natasha." The escrima sticks Bobbi had scrambled for after falling were lowered. "Ever heard of knocking? Footsteps, breathing, making any noise at all?"

"Where's the fun in that?" Natasha rolled her eyes before letting them drift to Skye, who had stopped her lesson with Jarvis to watch them. "Hope you didn't drink the good Scotch." Her attention went back to Bobbi.

"No, I left the stuff worth a house and just drank the car-priced ones." Bobbi shook her head. "You taking us to the new base now?"

"If you're good I might even let you fly." Natasha shot her a smirk before heading over to Skye. "Miss me, Mиниатюрный?" The emotions filtered across the girls face; happiness, relief, apprehension, before settling on determination.

"No." Brown eyes turned back to her computer resolutely.

Natasha arched an eyebrow as Bobbi rolled her eyes. "Really? That's not what you were saying yesterday. And every day for the last week."

Skye let out a huff, her eyes cast down. "Maybe I missed you a little?"

"A little?" Bobbi just shook her head and walked off, muttering about taking a shower.

"Is this about me training Morse again?" Natasha leaned against the table, looking down at the kid who shook her head.

"I don't like it, but Bobbi said it's a good thing." Skye shrugged, finally peaking up. "Sorry I was a jerk about it."

"Morse tell you to apologise?" The red-head smirked.

"Yeah."

"So you want to tell me what's going on?" The determination settled back in Skye's brown eyes. "Didn't think I was coming for you?" The kid had abandonment issues a mile long, so that wouldn't be a surprise.

"Bobbi promised you were." As if that made it a certainty. "I just don't want you think I'm a baby or you might get bored with me."

"Skye." Green eyes waited for Brown to meet with hers. "You are an impossible child to be bored with." Natasha shook her head. "Child, Skye, not baby."

A long moment of silence in which Natasha hoped Skye wasn't contemplating hugging her. "Jarvis is teaching me about computers." Skye spoke eventually. "He says he won't teach me any programming until I have a full understanding of computers, so that kinda sucks, but I guess learning about computers isn't so bad."

"Miss Skye certainly has affinity towards computers, Miss Romanov." The disembodied voice of the computer program sounded in the room.

"Wait until you get her on languages and codes; Binary in two days, Russian in a month," Skye flushed under the praise. "Did you ever finish Morse Code?"

"Yeah, but it's still boring." The girl shrugged, "are we really going to a new base? And May and Coulson, Koenig, Ward, and everyone else will be there?"

"It's called the Playground, and there's another Koenig there."

Dark eyes scanned the area. She had to be here. She had to! This was where Raina's little red dot had led them, blinking steadily exactly where they were. And yet... Where was his little girl?

"I-don't-know-" Rain choked out, struggling for breath as his hand wrapped around her neck. She had said the tablet was tracking his daughter, she had said S.H.I.E.L.D had his daughter, she had promised him his little girl back!

And if he couldn't have his baby back, he would have to have her life!

"Hey there." His grip on Raina's throat vanished as he turned to the voice. "Everything okay?" The pretty red-head looked concerned, her green eyes flickering between him and Raina.

"Fine." He put on a smile, waving at her. "Everything's fine."

"Right." The red-head kept approaching, "you guys lost or somethin'?"

Cal eyed the woman; red hair, fair skin, green eyes - even from this distance - workout clothes, running shoes. Probably a local. "It's my daughter." He decided to divulge. "We were up here sight-seeing and she wandered off, you haven't seen her have you?"

"Daughter?" The red-head kept approaching, he could see her brow furrowed. "How old is she?" Hold long had it been since his baby was stolen from him? How long had he been searching, trying desperately to put his family back together?

"Twelve." She would be twelve and a half by now. "Dark hair, brown eyes, about this tall-" though he could only guess her height from the meagre offering of photos Raina had given him. Small for her age. "Have you seen her?" Because she was meant to be here. Raina promised she would be here!

"Sorry." Red hair spun a little as she shook her head.

"She's SHIELD." Raina hissed at him, eyeing the red-head. His eyes narrowed, he knew he recognised her from somewhere. "An Avenger." She'd been splashed across TV fighting aliens and HYDRA. She knew where his daughter was.

"Maybe if you head back to your car she'll be waiting there?" She was trying to get rid of him! Trying to keep him from his daughter!

"Maybe." He agreed with a friendly wave, starting to turn away.

Raina caught his arm and glared at him; "you can't fight her. She's an avenger, she'll kill you and then what will happen to your daughter?"

"Not if I kill her first." He turned again, preparing to attack the woman, but she already had a gun out, aimed at him.

"Who are you? Really?" The woman was getting closer to him, her gun aimed and undoubtedly loaded. "HYDRA? One of Garrett's men?"

"Now now." He held his hands up in surrender, "let's not lose our heads." Another step closer to him.

"If you hand yourself in, you have a better chance of survival." The woman bargained, "if not, I kill you right now, Calvin Johnson." She knew his name. There was someone in her ear feeding her information. "You're a doctor, Calvin, that means you're a smart man, so make a smart choice and go back to HYDRA and tell them that if they come after my kid again, I'll kill them all."

"Your kid?" Cal froze for a second before his mind hazed over.

He was trying to be calm, trying to keep his head, trying not let go of his tenuous control.

"She's not your child!" The woman looked vaguely startled when he charged at her, but she recovered almost as soon as it happened, instead pushing him back easily.

Bobbi watched Natasha ever so carefully clean her gun; swiftly dismantling it, swiping blood off every surface. She'd seen the footage on a security camera; Natasha had shot a man and thrown him off a cliff. Bobbi didn't feel too bad about it though, because he'd been after Skye. She wondered idly if she was becoming disenchanted with death; that was two people now that she knew Natasha had killed, Hunter had killed at least one in Mexico, Ward had shot two and she thought maybe she'd killed two or three in the end fight.

She hadn't felt regret, or guilt, or remorse for the lives she'd taken, or seen the others take. Mostly she'd felt relief, vengeance, or sick satisfaction. Was she broken or something? Izzy had always said she wasn't good with her emotions, was this part of that?

"Morse." Her thoughts were interrupted by Natasha's voice beckoning her over. The gun was gone - presumably clean now and the red-head was staring at her with narrowed green eyes. "You ever seen that man? In Mexico maybe? On the way here?"

"The one you just killed?" Bobbi frowned, she didn't think she'd seen him before. She'd certainly remember if he was one of the people she'd seen in Mexico... She hoped. "Who is he?"

"I didn't kill him." Natasha's eyes were still narrowed, studying her.

"You shot him close range and threw him off a cliff, I'm pretty sure he's dead."

"We can only hope." The red-head shrugged, "I didn't kill him. I didn't leave him more than a minute chance of survival, but I didn't kill him." There was a difference? "On the TV, Jarvis." The closest TV switched on of its own accord with a picture of presumably the now-dead man. "Calvin Johnson, Doctor, joined Doctors Without Borders about fourteen years ago and went to China. The Hunan Province." Hunan Province? Why did that ring a bell?

"Skye." Bobbi realised, staring at the man.

"He was meant to be there for six months, but he never returned." File started appearing on the screen as the assassin spoke, passport details, flight details, a marriage certificate. "Married a local, had a kid, and then the massacre happened."

"A kid?" Bobbi had a sinking feeling in her stomach, "as in a kid around the same age as..." As Skye. The same age as 11-year-old Skye who was of unknown origins and who could possibly be twelve. "Was that Skye's-"

"That was a man who came here with a woman who is known to be linked to HYDRA, O who worked with the man who had Skye kidnapped, and he wanted Skye." Natasha cut in with a glare that made Bobbi more than a little afraid. "Are you saying I should have handed her over just because he claimed paternity?"

"No." Over her dead body! "But, if it is her father, how do I tell an eleven-year-old orphan that her father was just killed wanting to see her?"

"You don't." Natasha stood, muttering a command to Jarvis to turn off the information on Calvin Johnson. "Make sure you're ready to go, we leave in fifteen minutes."

Skye watched the clouds float underneath them with rapt fascination. Sure, she'd been on the not-a-bus-it's-actually-a-plane when it was flying, but she'd been a little preoccupied with having just been kidnapped and almost dying and being rescued.

"Where is the new base?" The girl eventually questioned, tearing her eyes away from the clouds.

"That's classified." Natasha replied, it was the same thing she'd been telling Bobbi everytime she asked too. Something about security measures and making sure this didn't happen again. "Come here, Mиниатюрный." The assassin beckoned from the cockpit. Bobbi was up there too, Natasha had let her fly the plane.

"Yeah?" Skye leaned against the back of Bobbi's chair, eyeing all the buttons and knobs and lights.

"You want to fly?" There was a wicked smirk on Natasha's face that usually made her scared, but... Flying.

"Hey!" Bobbi was the one to protest, "why does she get to fly? She's six years younger than me and you barely let me fly."

"Maybe next time you'll listen when I start instructing you." Nat rolled her eyes.

"You were speaking Russian."

"Not my fault you don't know Russian, the kid knows Russian-"

"Because you taught her!" Bobbi huffed, Skye giggled, Natasha rolled her eyes again.

"Put this on." Natasha handed Skye a headset and gently pulled the girl to sit between her legs. "Can you hear me?"

"Yeah." Speaking into a headset felt weird when the person she was talking to was literally right behind her, the warmth of Natasha at her back keeping her safe.

"Хорошо. Положите руки здесь и ничего не трогай. Вы понимаете?" Natasha's hands covered her own as Skye hesitantly touched the controller.

"Да."

"Хорошо. Держись , нужно много сил." Natasha eased her hold a little and grinned. May was going to be jealous, she'd been hoping to take the little Miniatures on their first flight. Of course, May had said something about waiting a few years, and responsible flight and child care, but they were perfectly safe so what harm could it do? "S-one-two to Playground, come in, Playground." Natasha spoke into her headset after taking not of their coordinates.

"Playground to S-one-two confirmed." Skye jumped at the new voice coming through her headset and Natasha had to grab the controls.

"S-one-two requesting landing." Seemingly unconsciously Skye leaned back against Natasha, happy to just sit and watch the clouds through the large cockpit window.

"Landing confirmed, S-one-two, begin descent."

"Morse, take Skye and buckle in." Natasha ordered, letting one hand off the controls so Skye could stand up. "Neither of you are ready to try landing."

Twenty minutes later the ramp was lowering on the Quinjet; "can I fly next time too?" Skye was bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"At least I didn't let go of the controls." Bobbi huffed a little, Natasha stopped, Bobbi nearly walked into her back, Skye did walk into Bobbi.

"You let the children fly?" May was standing at the bottom of the ramp with her arms crossed and a glare aimed at Natasha.

"Yep." Natasha didn't even sound apologetic. "Russian and flying beats History and Tai Chi any day." The red-head grinned as she passed.

Хорошо. Положите руки здесь и ничего не трогай. Вы понимаете = Good. Put your hands here and do not touch anything . you understand
Да = Yes
Хорошо. Держись , нужно много сил = Good . Hold on, you need a lot of strength
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Okay, so this isn't the end of Cal.. I think... He wasn't even meant to be in this chapter, he just sort of showed up... I don't think he's dead. Technically I think there was a chance for survival? I don't know anything about being shot in the stomach close range then thrown off a cliff, so I don't know the survival rates...

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Now for everything I missed;-
-Happy Christmas/seasonal religious holiday!
-Happy New Year!
-Happy Birthday to anyone who had a birthday (I turned 23 on January 4th)!
-I have become obsessed with the 100/Octavia Blake (my baby racoon eyes).