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The team came bursting through the door invading on the small amount of peace that was created. Their anger was practically radiating off of them.
“We might be getting locked up because of you! You worthless bitch!”
Wards yelling and the other team members shouts echoed around Skye’s thoughts, his words consumed her to the point she was barely aware of her surroundings. Those words and what she’d previously heard and felt from her former team were all she could think about.
Skye didn’t notice Natasha immediately getting up and slamming her fist into Wards jaw.
Skye didn’t notice Hill and Fury immediately running in and securing the whole team.
Skye didn’t notice the security detail that had been sent to take the team away.
Skye didn’t notice the shouts of protests when the team was being taken away.
Skye didn’t notice the death glares Fitzsimmons gave her while they were being put in handcuffs.
Skye didn’t notice May muttering something under her breath.
Skye didn’t notice Coulson yelling in her direction, saying awful things.
Skye didn’t notice she had been holding her breath until she was about to pass out.
Clint, who was still sitting on the sofa next to her, had noticed the lack of rise and fall on Skye’s chest. He had been trying to get her attention for a few minutes before he succeeded in pulling her out of her own thoughts.
“Skye! Skye can you hear me?”
Skye nodded, weakly.
“Skye I need you to breath for me, okay? In and out. Skye you’re safe. Your here with me. Nothings going to hurt you. You just need to breath. In and out. Try match my breathing okay.”
Skye slowly started to get her breathing in sync with her brothers. Slowly getting a grip back on her own thoughts. By the time she was fully back into her own head Natasha was sitting on their floor in front of the sofa, a small distance away so that Skye could reach out if she wanted to but her presence wasn’t making her claustrophobic.
“So- Sorry.”
“Hey, Младшая сестра. You never need to apologise after a panic attack, we’re always going to be here for you.”
“Always lil sis, you can’t get rid of us that easily.”
Skye just smiled, of course they would always be there. They were stubborn like that. There was one thing overpowering all of her other thoughts though.
“What happens now?”
Natasha and Clint shared a look, neither of them really knew. But of course someone did. Maria Hill knocked lightly on the open door, and when told she could, she went through and sat on the opposite sofa.
“I have quickly assembled a plan of action, unsurprisingly there is some sort of protocol and procedure for everything. Skye can stay at Avengers Tower with Barton and Romanoff, It’s up to you guys on what you tell the rest of the Avengers and you can inform them of Coulson’s living state, but you don’t have to. There will be trials and various legal procedures ahead, so all three of you will most likely be needed to testify. It’s also my recommendation that Skye, you see a therapist, but that is not mandatory. Does that all sound okay?”
“Does testifying have to be done in person?”
Skye’s small voice was filled with worry when she asked, It was her worst nightmare to have to face the team again.
Hill saw Skye’s fear, she couldn’t blame her. Facing your abuser requires more bravery and strength than most combat ops. Especially if it was someone you used to trust.
“No, testimonies can be made by video or audio recording, you won’t have to leave the tower if you don’t want to.”
Natasha looked up at her baby sister,
“See Маленький, everything is going to be just fine.”