It was late. It was late and she couldn’t seem to fall asleep again, so instead of staring at one certain spot above her bed for hours, Skye found herself in one of the deserted training halls. After all, training was easier without Ward telling her which degree her every limb should be in, plus, she felt like she needed to pummel the shit out of something after the events of the last few days (courtesy of Fitz and the human equivalent of the word ‘moist’ better known as Jonathan). It was quiet except for the sound of her rapid breathing and the hits against the boxing bag, but the hacker realised she wasn’t that alone soon enough. “Welcome to 24 hour fitness, feel free to just give up and go back to sleep,” she said over her shoulder, though didn’t bother turning to look at the owner of the steps. Having received no reply, she finally spun around. 

“Oh,” she breathed out. “Hi.”