[ In her defense, she didn't come out of Coulson's message with the concerted intent to strike Rumlow down on her own. She's still on the disabled list, and unwelcome on the strike team itself. That's what happens when your dad lures you into an alien temple to get uncontrollable earthquake powers.
As he ascends the stairs, Skye comes down the hall, stopping at the top. Her blood chills, and her hands ball into fists at her sides, evidence of how hard it is to hold herself back. A single rumble hums in the stairs, causing them to sigh beneath their feet. Nothing hyper-apparent, as tremors go, unless you know what you're looking for, but she's walking a delicate line between K.O.-ing herself and letting them go unchecked. ]
Oh, look. A rat. [ Her shoulders square, chin lifting in projected fearlessness. ] Prowling for another kid to kill? [ Confrontation flashes in her eyes, as if she plans to make herself big enough to keep him from getting further up the hall. She's not letting him through. Hell, she's not planning on letting him get away. He killed Coulson. ]
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As he ascends the stairs, Skye comes down the hall, stopping at the top. Her blood chills, and her hands ball into fists at her sides, evidence of how hard it is to hold herself back. A single rumble hums in the stairs, causing them to sigh beneath their feet. Nothing hyper-apparent, as tremors go, unless you know what you're looking for, but she's walking a delicate line between K.O.-ing herself and letting them go unchecked. ]
Oh, look. A rat. [ Her shoulders square, chin lifting in projected fearlessness. ] Prowling for another kid to kill? [ Confrontation flashes in her eyes, as if she plans to make herself big enough to keep him from getting further up the hall. She's not letting him through. Hell, she's not planning on letting him get away. He killed Coulson. ]