Skye ( M̶a̶r̶y̶ S̶u̶e̶ P̶o̶o̶t̶s̶ ) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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thearena2014-08-20 05:23 pm
risewithit) wrote in thearena2014-08-20 05:23 pm
Entry tags:
don't believe everything you read
Who| Skye and Bucky (MCU)
What| A former weapon of Hydra just found Skye's biography, which implicates her as a member of Hydra... Hilarity does not ensue.
Where| Department store
When| Day 3-ish, nighttime
Warnings/Notes| General potential Bucky/Hydra mentions, as well as possible violence
Her first night setting up camp, she almost stays in the lingerie store, because logically, who the hell is going to be visiting the lingerie store? Then it occurs to her that that same thought is probably going to occur to anyone not playing by the rules of Captain America's hug-a-thon, and she settles on the department store instead.
It's a good choice. Once she makes it up the escalator (and isn't that a harrowing experience) she picks a nice, secluded corner and sets up camp under a register. There are supplies here by the plenty--no food, unfortunately, but she's able to change her clothes, the doors lock at night keeping her marginally more secure, and she could probably brain somebody with one of those ridiculous solid glass paperweights if it comes down to it.
The phone she grabbed, it turns out, is less of a paperweight than the glass is. She can't hack anything, she can't use it to begin setting up a network, but at least she can set the alarm to go off every couple of hours to re-check her perimeter. It's dark as pitch when she gets up for the second time that night to patrol, switchblade in hand.
What| A former weapon of Hydra just found Skye's biography, which implicates her as a member of Hydra... Hilarity does not ensue.
Where| Department store
When| Day 3-ish, nighttime
Warnings/Notes| General potential Bucky/Hydra mentions, as well as possible violence
Her first night setting up camp, she almost stays in the lingerie store, because logically, who the hell is going to be visiting the lingerie store? Then it occurs to her that that same thought is probably going to occur to anyone not playing by the rules of Captain America's hug-a-thon, and she settles on the department store instead.
It's a good choice. Once she makes it up the escalator (and isn't that a harrowing experience) she picks a nice, secluded corner and sets up camp under a register. There are supplies here by the plenty--no food, unfortunately, but she's able to change her clothes, the doors lock at night keeping her marginally more secure, and she could probably brain somebody with one of those ridiculous solid glass paperweights if it comes down to it.
The phone she grabbed, it turns out, is less of a paperweight than the glass is. She can't hack anything, she can't use it to begin setting up a network, but at least she can set the alarm to go off every couple of hours to re-check her perimeter. It's dark as pitch when she gets up for the second time that night to patrol, switchblade in hand.