AN: Oh my gosh, I ACTUALLY WROTE A MULTI-CHAPTER? Hooray for me! Now, if you're not into Dark/Hydra Skye, you should probably click the back arrow, as this story falls into that category. If you've never read a Hydra Skye story, why not stay a while? You might like it. I created the cover image with a lot of hunting around my house and time, so I hope you appreciate that as well. I'm going to try to update on Saturdays, and this will be six parts. Don't forget to follow, favorite, and leave a review! And if you know someone who might enjoy this story, feel free to redirect them here! ONWARDS!

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Daisy Johnson, going under the name "Skye," sat on a couch, bored out of her mind. She was one of Hydra's greatest agents, so what do they do? Stick her on a plane with a bunch of pansies and tell her to await further orders. She was already finding it difficult to obey, and she'd barely been there a week.

Of the five other people on the plane, there was only one she could actually tolerate without wanting to blow her brains out. Grant Ward.

There was something about the way he moved that seemed oddly familiar, though she was sure she'd never seen him before. She always remembered handsome people, whether they were targets or otherwise.

As if reading her thoughts, the aforementioned agent walked into the living area of The Bus, flopping into the chair opposite her. She gave him a small grin.

"Wow, is the robot actually bored? Is that even possible?"

He rolled his eyes but chuckled, reaching over to grab a magazine from the end table beside him. After a few minutes, however, he exasperatedly threw the catalogue back in its place.

"Why is there nothing to do?" He whined, slouching in the armchair.

The girl laughed. "Maybe you should beg Coulson to interfere in some government business, just to give us some occupation. Though I doubt he'd need much persuasion."

"That's honestly a tempting idea."

Suddenly Skye's phone pinged twice, signaling an alert from her supervisor. She watched Ward through her peripheral vision as she checked her cell, noticing a green octopus on her S.O's "Instagram." An octopus meant she needed to contact them, a green one meant now.

She stood and headed to her bunk, laying down and looping the camera feed while muting the audio so that she could talk without blowing her cover. Typing a few odd buttons, she called her supervisor, a female voice answering seconds later.

"Thanks for getting back with us so quickly, agent Johnson. I have new information and your orders, but I'll need to deliver them in person. There's a Target not too far from your next refuel stop, I'll be in the store at eighteen hundred."

"Confirmed. I'll see you then."

The line clicked, and the agent unlocked the camera and sound in her room, taking a short nap so as not to look suspicious should they ever review the plane's footage for some reason.

When Skye woke up, everybody was making dinner. She wandered over to the fridge and peeked inside, scowling when she saw no pickles.

"How do you not have pickles?" She mumbled, turning around and pretending to jump when she saw Ward standing directly behind her. He smirked.

"Easy. No one puts it on the list. If you want pickles, write it down," he said, motioning to a piece of paper on the side of the refrigerator. She glanced at it and raised an eyebrow.

"So... You just go shopping when you stop for fuel? Big, bad S.H.I.E.L.D agents go grocery shopping?"

"It's usually handled by a Level One agent."

Skye nodded. "Any chance I could tag along with this Level One agent next time we land? I am in desperate need of clothing and other essentials."

"You'd have to ask Coulson, but it shouldn't be a problem."

She smiled and turned back to the fridge, pulling out some lunch meat and mayonnaise to make a sandwich. When she began to look for the bread, she sighed, seeing Grant waiting patiently at the bar with two plates in front of him, both with bread on them. He grinned boyishly.

"I mean, you might as well make two while you're at it..."

Skye rolled her eyes but laughed.

Their next refuel was at a tiny airport in Michigan, barely twelve flights a day going out of it. Coulson began speaking with a woman that had been waiting for them, motioning to Skye who smiled and waved. The woman nodded, then looked the girl over and jerked her head towards a car, obviously none too happy that she had to babysit a stranger.

Skye sat in the passenger's seat, trying not to lose her temper when the agent driving began to list a bunch of rules that she was supposed to follow. She rolled her eyes, but kept her voice cheerful when she spoke.

"So, where are we going? I was thinking maybe like a Wal-Mart or something, where you could get the food while I look for clothes and stuff."

The agent glanced at her for a moment, then looked back at the road.

"You're not allowed to be further than twenty feet from me."

"All I'm saying is that we should try to multi-task. We'll get back sooner."

There was silence for a moment, then a crisp "no" from the driver.

She knew this would be the case, and inwardly rejoiced. It would make getting to her meet-up much easier.

An hour later, Skye was staring out the window at the very gray clouds. Getting the groceries had taken much less time than she'd anticipated, and though it had been easy to convince her escort to go to Target, she now had two hours to kill before her supervisor would be there. Of course, it was better to be early than late, but there was only so much time she could waste without looking suspicious. She'd just have to pray her handler was early.

Luckily, she only had to kill an hour before she saw the familiar brown head of her supervisor bob through the door.

Skye browsed the women's section for the third time, letting her handler collect some clothes before going to try on her selections. Her escort, whose name was Eleanor, began to follow.

"Oh come on. It's a fitting room, where am I gonna run?" The Hydra agent stated, giving Eleanor a pleading look. The S.H.I.E.L.D agent contemplated for a moment, then demanded that the girl hand over her phone. Skye reluctantly agreed.

Heading into the room, she chose the stall farthest from the entrance, and subsequently Eleanor. Then she waited.

A minute or so later, she heard a familiar gait enter the room, and she made a slight bit of noise to let her supervisor know where she was. The stall door opened and closed silently, so Daisy started to try on the articles she had with her, as the older woman began signing.

"I know you're confused as to why we put you on such a dull post, but we've had a lapse of intel when it comes to agent Coulson. We needed you to stir the pot, so to speak, and it seems to have worked. But we will need you and our other source in his team to continue working on this together."

The younger agent turned around and examined herself in the mirror, then responded.

"Our other source is Grant Ward, yes? He carries himself like Officer Garret. And he's the only person on the plane I can actually tolerate."

"Correct. Officer Garret is his handler, they have both been undercover in S.H.I.E.L.D for a long time. We received information a while ago that it looked like Phil Coulson was next in line for Director, so when agent Ward was assigned to his team, we contacted him frequently. Lately, his reports have been repetitive, but you've sparked a fire in agent Coulson that we can work to our advantage. Your orders, as well as agent Ward's, are to sleep until the opportune time. When you see it, you are to eliminate Phil Coulson and everyone that would prevent you from doing so. This will deal a devastating blow to S.H.I.E.L.D, and we'll be ready for them. Do you confirm?"

"Orders confirmed. Hail Hydra."

The older woman nodded, then smiled and gave a tiny sigh.

"I'm very proud of you, Daisy. I love you."

The girl smiled as well, wrapping her arms around her handler for a moment.

"I love you too, mom."

Mrs. Johnson grabbed the clothes she'd brought, and after using an X-Ray device to make sure Eleanor wasn't waiting outside the door, she entered a different stall.

Skye finished trying on her selections, then hung up the ones she didn't want and left. Eleanor had been waiting not-so patiently, so when her charge appeared, she huffed, tossed the girl her phone, and headed towards the checkout. Skye glared at the girl's back, but swallowed her frustration and started after her.

When they arrived back at the Bus, Daisy went through her phone and found Ward's number, rearranging her signal so that it would be encrypted. Then she sent him a text, telling him to meet her in the kitchen.

She waited for a few minutes, then heard the door hiss open. He entered the room with a neutral expression.

"Camera's down, audio too," the girl signed. Ward nodded.

"So you're Daisy Johnson? I must say, it's an honor to meet you."

Daisy smirked. "Whatever. You got our orders, correct?"

"I did."

"Good. This is going to be tricky, but if we can work well together, we should be out of here in a year or so."

He nodded, then looked at her curiously. She held his gaze.

"Why haven't I met you before?" Ward asked.

"I'm gone a lot. And I don't do much undercover work, or at least, not in S.H.I.E.L.D. You've been a sleeper your entire career, I'm mostly an assassin. There aren't many places we could've met."

He nodded again, then made to leave, but she spoke out loud.

"Hey. It's nice to know I can trust someone."

Turning, he smiled at her. "Yeah. Friends are hard to come by nowadays."

"Oh, are we friends, agent Ward?"

He chuckled and looked into her eyes.

"I very much hope so."

When I said "signed," it meant sign language. Just a side note. Hope you come back for the next chapter, don't forget to follow if you want to be notified!