Coulson was observing Skye punching from the doorway. The reason why he’d been awake was because he needed an extra cup of coffee to keep him awake to finish some reports. The way Skye hit the punching bag was wrong in so many ways. For starters, her position was lanky and the stance she was in was backwards. But overall, she’d improved. Slightly.
He leaned on the doorway casually and waved at her. “Hey, why you up so late?”
Skye responded with a slight shrug, starting to tug at the elastic wrap on her right hand. “A lot has happened lately and, instead of dealing with it like a normal person, I’m internalising. Or, outernalising. Whatever you call this,” she motioned to the interior with a scoff. “Something tells me you aren’t up to judge my punching skills, either. What’s up, AC?”
