Lincoln only watched as Skye placed her hand on his, intertwining their fingers together. He felt the electricity transfer between them - and she didn’t pull away. Thoughts of relief and confusion and anxietyraced through his mind, can’t get too close but i need a friend. Could Skye be a friend? Even if he had to betray her?
“Was that a Pokémon reference?” he said with a twitch of the mouth. “I’m not sure my very best is good enough for SHIELD, that’s all.” He bit his lip, taking a breath. It wasn’t like he would be of any interest to SHIELD, as an agent or otherwise, if he didn’t have his powers. The only reason he’d gotten in in the first place was because of some connection somewhere to someone. And even with his powers, he was a prisoner, a test subject, nothing more. It wasn’t like he was Avenger material, anyway.
“It’s a pretty lameass superpower,” he joked, his heart not really in it. “Can’t exactly fight evil with it.” Not with what she knew about it, anyway. And that was all she was ever going to know, lest she think Lincoln was a freak, and not a friend.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Never played it, no way for me to know,” Skye said in mock obliviousness, corners of her mouth tugging upward in return. “I wasn’t, either. I’m still not entirely sure how I fit into this. SHIELD - no, Coulson - agreed to spend two minutes on me to get coordinates on a guy and it somehow snowballed. I was a risk, still am, but they’ve kept me around for some reason. Let SHIELD decide what or who they need. They have the bigger picture, and the kind you have no say in.”
Her hand hadn’t moved off Lincoln’s, but whether it’d remain so was fully up to him. She’d gotten used to the prickling feeling of the static electricity against her skin, and, after hours of being numb, it made her feel alive, warmth spreading upwards from her fingertips. “It’s something. Something is good, no matter how minuscule. It’s there against all odds, probably for a reason, definitely to charge me right now. From where I stand, this superpower is finally making me feel my face.”
Skye reverted her gaze to the 3DS on her lap, then to Lincoln’s hand underneath hers, still, then the blanket spread out on the floor, next to it the file she’d grabbed in haste. A sharp twinge of guilt cursed through her once she realised she had a small smile on her face, so she sucked in a harsh breath, desperately trying to ignore the fact she had the contacts of a dead man’s family inches away from where they were sitting, and that she was smiling. “How about I talk you to sleep?” she said instead. “You still look like you need it. No offense.”
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