“Well, this isn’t quite the conversation I was expecting to have,” Trip said. A pebble crunched under his shoe as he walked; he kicked it down the sidewalk until it bounced out of sight into a storm drain. “Yeah. I try not to think about it, but that’s just contributing to the problem, isn’t it? If we continue to not think about, things won’t end well for them.” He sighed, looking at Skye as she stared into the distance. “There’s so many good agents and potential agents in that room. I just wonder how many of them are also HYDRA.”
Feeling his eyes heavy on her, Skye finally tore hers away from the darkness, meeting Trip’s gaze with a nod as she turned to look at him. The silence lingered in the air for quite a while after he’d finished speaking, it wasn’t as if the situation could be changed with words. What they had to do now was wait. But, fuck, she was impatient. A few quick steps was all it took to close the distance between them, and she tiptoed for the second time that evening for entirely different purposes, sighing into the kiss she initiated.
It was brief, and when they broke apart, Skye’d collected herself enough to give him a small, but nonetheless proud smile. “This is how it’s done,” she stated simply, hand already resting on the door handle. “Thanks for the dance.” And, with that, she was gone.
