“Are you saying I don’t have the potential to be hardcore? ‘Cause you’re probably right. I’m the definition of a sissy. Also, should I be prepared for the agents to go wild? To invite me to 80′s style dance parties? To kick my ass? To offer me strong drugs and then hypnotise me so I couldn’t refuse? I’m kinda lost here.” Ava noticed the distance between them decreasing. It didn’t bother her that much, but she thought it would probably be both polite and mitigating to invite the woman in. “I probably shouldn’t keep you waiting at the door, so would you like to enter my humble palace? Damn, ignore how wrong that sounded… I just realised I don’t even know your name.”
“Everyone has the potential to be hardcore, but drinking meth-infused things isn’t the way to go. If you want to, you can just fill a Smirnoff bottle with water, go outside and down it in front of everyone. Street cred.”
“Shit. Sorry. Sorry again for swearing. Actually, I’m not sorry, but S.H.I.E.L.D.’s like Big Brother and I’m supposed to be a good influence. I’m Skye.”
