“Define ‘everything I need to know’ because it wasn’t much. Aside from trying to rebuild what Hydra destroyed, which I’m told are the bad guys seeking world domination. And S.H.I.E.L.D. are the good guys protecting the people. Or did I not get the right memo?” There was a tinge of sarcasm in his voice, but did you really think someone like Brian could take it that seriously? He needed to lighten the mood after all. But he also knew there was a job to do around here. And he wasn’t going to back down from that. Following “standard” protocol in order to get things done would probably be more difficult though. But that was about all the debriefing he got. And if making formal introductions in care of a satellite feed with Hobbs on a mission himself across the globe counted for something, it would have to do. 

“So I guess you pretty much know all of it.” Minus the aliens, or the fact that she was an inhuman and that there were other inhumans running around? Not that she was going to mention that to him. Again, Skye didn’t know who he was or if she could trust him. The last time she trusted someone, they ended up betraying her and her team all while leaving her heart-broken. She nodded in agreement when he mentioned how difficult it can be to make up their cover stories for the public eye. So he knew how to operate, which was a good thing--or she was hoping it would be. 

Walk a practiced lope, Mick kept one eye on the people he passed, and the little cop trailing him, coltish legs standing out amidst the seasoned wanderers. It wasn’t the first time he’d had a tail, hell, if Mick didn’t have someone following him trying to get him in a dark alley by himself, then it wasn’t really an average day for him. Moving up the ranks had left him with many enemies, but even more were terrified of him–and he preferred it that way.

And she continued to follow, trying to keep her distance all while trying to be as discreet in a public place as she could be. Was this going to be easy? Probably not because if it was easy, then something terrible was bound to happen. Like him walking down an alleyway which only minimized the population which could only lead to disasters. Maybe he hadn’t made her out yet? All she had to do was place a tracer on him and that was that. So she continued;

“Why would you ever tell mom? If I told her what I do every time, I’d still be a virgin,” Leo laughed, with a small shrug of his shoulders. Sad, yet true. His parents had never given them enough freedom to have a life of their own; always prying and trying to control. It drove him crazy, so much that eventually he had to find a way to blow off some steam outside of their house, which had been the reason for him to join a boxing team. It felt good, at each punch or kick he literally felt his shoulders becoming weightless. “Too bad I’m not Edward Cullen. Not that should stop you from telling me what’s going on in that mind of yours,” He had already taking her hand away from his lips, yet hadn’t let it off of his grip, no instead his thumb kept on rubbing over her soft skin slightly. “Fine. Drink. Just promise me to stop if you start feeling like it’s too much, alright?”

Brows were raised in response when he practically admitted to her that he was not a virgin. Well who was he sleeping around with anyway? Did she want to know? Luckily he spoke up before her thoughts led her elsewhere, and she just shrugs in response. “Well, I don’t know. I think you’re gonna think i’m mentally unstable--and who knows, maybe I am-- if I actually told you.” Was it wrong that all the thoughts that resulted in her--their freedom all concluded with her parent’s deaths? It felt like that was the only way, and she was afraid to voice her thoughts, so she hoped he didn’t ask her. Or at least judge her if she did end up telling him. What would he think about her? Would he rat her out to her parents? Her thoughts prolonged for a moment before she felt his thumb against her skin and a small smile played it’s way across her lips. “Victory.” she responded before leaning down to kiss him on the forehead. This time she had to let go of his hand and once she did so, she reached over to pour herself a shot. “I promise, two will be enough for me. Sadly, i’m light weight and it’s enough to get me tipsy.” she admitted.

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“Thus if you don’t drink at all, we’ll be preventing future problems for both of us.” Even though if Leonard kept on drinking and drinking different kinds of booze, he’d be one feeling sick very soon - specially since he hadn’t eaten all that much prior to it. “It’s not wrong. You’re old enough to know what you’re doing.” Besides if he’d judge her, hypocrisy would be all over the place, considering for his taste more focused on younger girls. He shook his head lightly at first, until his eyes followed her route up to him. Her fingernails scratching his beard, giving him a sort of unknown weird feeling at the bottom of his stomach. “Interesting,” His eyebrows arched for a second, with a small smirk on the corners of his lips. His hand took hers, leading her fingertips to trace over his lips, before gazing up back at her. “Your professor sure sounds hot,” He teased, obviously complimenting himself. “However, comparing a dude that supposedly you’ve a crush on, to your brother is a bit… odd.”

All she could do was roll her eyes in response. “Then let’s hope you don’t get sick and leave mom and dad to come home to your mess.” she adds as if reading his mind. If she wasn’t going to have any, fine, once again, how long before he fell asleep? She could sneak in or sneak out. But then again, tonight wasn’t about drinking. She just wanted a reason to. She was just glad to hear that he wasn’t completely against her. “Thank you. Mom wouldn’t understand. I’d be reprimanded right as soon as I told her and then i’m sure she’d talk to the school counselor to get me switched out of that class.” she added with a roll of her eyes. As dramatic as it seemed, she wouldn’t be surprised if it did happen. Her lips curved upwards in a smile, only to faint just slightly when she saw what he was doing. Was it wrong that in that moment, she wasn’t thinking about her professor’s lips but his? And how it would feel to kiss them? Yes that was odd, but that’s something she decided on keeping to herself. “Well, if you read my mind right now, you’d probably think i’m an oddball in general, so how about that drink?” she asks which was her way of diverting the attention. “Or come on, help me not be bored. Or i’ll just ask you to cover for me while I go out and have some fun. So entertain me or cover for me. Take your pick.”

The speedster tried not to lean on the brunette that was much smaller than him. He knew he was much heavier than her, though she seemd to be doing just fine. The pain still surging through him, why was he taking so long to heal? He should have been nearly healed by now, and he wasn’t. She didn’t even notice she was speaking to someone else in her comms. He was too focused on his own pain until she spoke to him. Sea green hues blinking as he gave a nod, “Yeah, yeah. I’m good Skye–” He said to her, though he could feel his legs slowly giving way but he managed to keep himself up as his body healed too slow for comfort.

Clearly both men were confused and they had every right to be since she was keeping secrets on both end. From Fitz--not so much from Barry. Still, she just hoped Fitz did not call Coulson. She would have stuck around to explain it all, but she couldn’t just leave their meta-inhuman just lying there for Coulson to get. If Barry was going to be angry, then he better suck it up because if anything, she still had to give him a piece of her mind. 

It was almost a bullshit, robotic response to say. But could you blame him for it? It was almost like he was dumped with this opportunity without much room to breathe. But that’s how he first started off in situations like these. He needed to feel himself around these people to make sure he could trust them enough. He didn’t expect any of them to trust him right away. He was the new blood here, but if it one of the best ways Hobbs stated it would ensure safety of his family, Brian would take the offer. “Nothing wrong with that. I’m Brian,” He extended a hand out to her, letting a soft simple smile dance over his lips. “It’s nice to meet you, Skye.” He needed to get his barriers into all of this and adapt accordingly. But it couldn’t be that hard. “So..how long have you been a SHIELD agent?”

Looking towards his hand, Skye took a hold of his. Alright, so he was mannerly, that much was certain. Once she had shaken his hand, she dropped her own back to her side. “It’s nice to meet you Brian. And i’ve been here for a while.” Which wasn’t a complete lie. She just wasn’t sure how to explain her time with SHIELD during the rise and fall of it, or the fact that she spent a year as part of the team but not an official agent. Then again, none of that mattered. “So how much do you know about SHIELD? I’m sure Director Coulson has told you everything you need to know, but is there anything else?”

“Right and when your drunk ass started to feel bad, I’d have to take care of you as the good brother that I am.” Leonard did not want to have to clean after her mess, much less to be blamed once their parents came back and she had the biggest hangover ever. “So… you are into older guys, uh? The immature guys part gave that much away.” A small smirk was planted on his lips, when she mentioned her teacher sort of resembles him. “Oh. Alright… Sure, go ahead?” A small shrug had been added. “And how exactly does your math teacher resembles your big brother here?”

“You’ll only do that so I won’t puke all over your room -- or so that mom and dad don’t catch us because you know we’ll be screwed if they do.” That was the thing, they didn’t have their freedom to do waht they wanted and she was getting sick of it herself. Why couldn’t they just leave? His question made her shrug lightly but her features said otherwise. “Yes, yes I am. Is that wrong?” she asks with a brow raised. “Because if you hate that fact then we can stop talking and you can give me a shot.” she suggests. “Firstly, he has the same build as you. Not soo skinny but then it’s clear that he works out. Plus he has a bit of facial hair going on like you do.” Standing up from his bed, Daisy walked towards him just to scratch his bear with the tips of her fingernails lightly. “His lips are also like yours.” she adds and wonders just then if she could trace his lips with her finger. Maybe this was getting too personal. Maybe she should stop, and allow him to win.