The Special Operations Academy is exactly as Bobbi remembers with white walls, distant sounds of sparring always in the air, the stench of sweat, and way too much testosterone for her tastes. Izzy had once likened the Academy to women working ten times as hard to thought of as half as good as a man, so naturally Maria was deputy director, Tori had her own base, Izzy was the head of a strike team, Sharon was Captain freaking America's bodyguard, and Bobbi had a call sign and was one of the top three Agents shortlisted for the Avengers Initiative. Male dominance could kiss their asses.

Recruits on the field were running drills, the sun was glaring at her and she was glaring right back at it as if she could have any affect, and the main focus on the field was a large construction machine being pushed across the field.

Now that would be a good test of her newfound strength.

Coulson had brought her to recruit Mike Peterson just to get her off the Bus, but at least on the Bus Skye was in close proximity and it had somewhat of a calming effect on her Mark no matter how much Skye was pissed at her or insisted they weren't Soulmates. Out here, the rage felt overwhelming, and her strength was uncontrollable, she'd broken the handle off the SUV from gripping it too tight.

Mike Peterson looks like a whole new man, and he's more than willing to help them fight the Centipede Soldiers, not that Bobbi thinks she'd need help, but she's not saying anything because she can't stand the thought of another lecture about following orders and keeping her mouth shut from Maria.

"You do that?" Bobbi gestures to the giant machine, and it's obvious he did, because they just witnessed it.

"Yeah." Mike looks proud, but Bobbi remembers when he kidnapped her Soulmate and she's not quite ready to forgive that.

"Sustained strength or short bursts?" Bobbi walks over, it's got a tackle dummy on the front.

"I can sustain about five hundred pounds for over two hours, working on upping it. Short bursts, I can do fifteen hundred pounds." Impressive. And Mike knows it too, if the whole S.H.I.E.L.D thing didn't work out he'd be a good Olympic weightlifter… then again, the Centipede serum continuously filtered through his blood would probably be seen as performance enhancing drugs…

Bobbi's been reading up on Asgardians when her newfound anger gives her the patience, that factored in with tests at the Fridge on Petra Larsen and Jakob Nystrom, plus the information she got out of Randolph before he relocated to Portland, has given her a rough idea on her Berserker strength. Though not with any idea on how to control it. "Yeah?" She flexes her hand that doesn't have any broken fingers and Mike nods when she looks at him. "Watch this." Just a little warning not to try anything stupid involving her Soulmate ever again.

Bobbi braces herself and puts all of her strength into punching the tackle dummy. The machine is on sliders to make it move easier on the ground for Mike's training, and it only makes her look more impressive. She might have been able to move it a few inches if it weren't for the sliders, but with them, her hit sends the machine fifty feet across the field before it stops.

The cadets running drills had stopped and stared, Mike was staring, Mike's trainer was staring, Coulson was staring. "Think about that before you think about Skye again."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Duly noted." Coulson nods as well.

It's a pity the strength would eventually wear off…

Bobbi had shot Mike in the head, FitzSimmons made the weapon that she used, he'd thrown May into a brick wall, and had kidnapped Skye; and Skye was still more receptive to Mike than she was to Bobbi. It was like Skye had moved on from being blatantly angry and was instead just ignoring her very existence.

Bobbi spent the entire flight to Ohio in the gym.

She could hear Mike, he wasn't exactly sneaky or quiet, and she didn't stop punching until he spoke. "Do you not want me here, Agent Morse?"

"Don't care either way." Bobbi shrugged, at best he was a distraction, at worst a liability to the team, but right now it wasn't much of a team anyway.

"Really?" Mike raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "'Cause the muscle at the Academy, and this right here," the punching bag she'd been attacking and the one she'd already destroyed. "-that says different."

Bobbi snorted to herself, what, three months at the Academy and he thinks he's a behavioural analyst? "Trust me; it's got nothing to do with you." Sure she was pissed he'd kidnapped Skye, and put the whole team, his own son, and hundreds of other people's lives in danger. But, she was always pissed these days, so that was nothing new.

"I asked Skye what was up." Mike mentioned, Bobbi's fists clenched, her jaw jaw clenched, her heart clenched. Anything that could clench was clenched. "You know, because you mentioned her, thought there might've been something going on, she looked like she wanted to cry or kill someone at the same time." The growl that escaped Bobbi's throat was nothing short of feral at the thought that he'd made her nearly cry.

"Hey, Mike." Bobbi took a step closer to the man, he was taller than her, but only by a few inches. "I don't have a problem with you, but you make her cry and I will. Got it?"

"Got it." Mike mock saluted, and Bobbi turned back to the punching bag.

Punching inanimate objects isn't nearly as therapeutic as punching people, but right now her punches could kill people, and as angry as she is, she doesn't want anyone dead.

Bobbi had upset Skye, Bobbi had made her nearly cry, Bobbi had made her angry, Bobbi had opened lifelong emotional scars in her. Bobbi had bared her Soul to the one person who was supposed to be there for her, and she'd had it thrown back at her with denials and anger because evolution or the Universe, or God, or whatever other dirty there was had given her a Soulmate who had no Mark in return.

The punching bag flew off its hook and smacked against the opposite wall, but Bobbi was already half out the gym and too angry to care.

Skye was in the lab, talking with Fitz, Simmons, and Mike. "Write it down." Bobbi's voice was unnecessarily loud and forceful.

"Excu-" Skye turned an angry glare on her, and the rest of the room was notably silent.

"The first words you said to me; 'hey, what up'. Write them down." A note pad and pen were shoved at the hacker. "Now."

If possible, Skye's eyes darkened even further. "You really are an asshole." Skye tried to walk away, but Bobbi's arm stopped her.

"Write. It. Down."

Silence.

Bobbi glared at Skye. Skye glared at Bobbi. Fitz, Simmons, and Mike watched in silence.

"Fine." The pen was snatched from the blondes hand. Three quick words scrawled on the paper and then shoved back at her, but Bobbi wasn't finished.

"Landing in ten." May's voice came through the loudspeaker before Bobbi could continue.

Okay, maybe she was finished for now.

It was a trick, a con, a double Agent the whole time. And Bobbi had been too caught up in her own shit to actually do her job. Bobbi feels sick to her stomach, but Coulson was taken because all she cared about was her own anger and Skye's rejection, Mike was killed because of it, Ace Peterson was orphaned. If she'd actually been doing her job she might have seen that Mike was playing them and been able to stop him before they got to the bridge. It was her job, she actually was a behavioural analyst, and she didn't do it properly.

"One week." Maria sounded resigned. "First it was the staff, then the ghost, now you actually lost Coulson?" Bobbi didn't correct her that it wasn't actually a ghost. "When we get Coulson back, and mark my word, he will be back on this plane within twenty-four hours or else, all of you are going on vacation for week so I can have one week without this shit." Hill rubbed her temples before addressing the room at large. "How is it that out of every base and every team and every Agent of this Global Security Agency, this is the team that causes me the most stress?" Bobbi glanced at May who was glaring straight ahead, then FitzSimmons who were huddled together, over to Skye who looked lost and broken. "Hand will be bringing a team on board to head the search. First person to break her orders gets fired." And Hill was pissed enough that Bobbi believed it.

Tori was a great friend, but she was a nightmare to work with.

"And if a single hair on Coulson's receding hairline is even bent wrong, all of you can say goodbye to your jobs. Got it?"

"Yes, Ma'am." The mumbles echoed all through the room.

Hill turned on her heel, heading for the door, a pause before she reached it. "And for the love of Thor, make sure that Peterson kid is actually safe before something like this happens again." Ace was still on the Bus, clearly Centipede had found where they'd relocated his Aunts family, and it led to Coulson being taken and Mike running into an explosion. They'd have to do better next time.

Not even 10 minutes after Hill left, the authoritative clicking of boots on the cargo ramp sounded again. Victoria Hand had arrived. "Alright, Agents, I want a complete briefing in five minutes, and in the air in ten." The order left no room for negotiation or rebuttals as the team started to scatter. "Freeze!" Bobbi froze, FitzSimmons froze, both looking frightened at being reprimanded again, Skye froze, May silently turned and raised an eyebrow at Hand. "I said Agents." Skye. Bobbi's stomach lurched. Tori didn't like hackers, consultants, or seemingly Skye herself. Hill had said to keep Skye close though, and surely Tori wouldn't go against that. Right? "Last I checked, the Rising Tide was an enemy organisation of Shield, and its members are certainty not Agents."

Skye was still frozen to the spot, Fitz and Simmons shared a worried look. "Skye is here under Coulson's authority." Bobbi spoke slowly, her heart racing. Tori wouldn't take Skye away from her, right? The mere thought made Bobbi want to punch and rage.

"And Coulson isn't here, is he, Agent Morse?" Hand smirked, a snap of her fingers brought one of her flanking Agents forward.

"She's a part of this team." Bobbi was sure punching her friend/superior was wrong, but the urge felt overwhelming. The urge to fight, to let the anger take over, to actually hurt someone for all the rage she had pent up inside.

Hand stood straighter, hands on her hips, a challenge in her eye. "Not my team." Bobbi took a step forward, fists clenched at her sides, a hand on her arm stopped her, May.

"Morse. Don't." The words were hissed, a warning.

That was fine for May to say, it wasn't her Soulmate that Tori was trying to kick off the plane. And May might have been trying to ration with her before she did something stupid that got her kicked off the Bus too, but Bobbi was backed by uncontrollable Berserker darkness that didn't listen to ration or reason. "If you want any personal effects, I suggest getting them now, because you're down to nine minutes." It was addressed to Skye, Tori gave more whispered orders to the Agent with the box that she'd summoned before, before calling for her team to start setting up.

Bobbi tried to head for Hand again, but May was still stopping her, and Bobbi was getting very pissed at May always stopping her. "The kid is my responsibility now, I'll talk to Hand.

who has two thumbs and excellent time management skills?...

Really, who? Not me, could not be any further from me cause I've had this 95% finished for over a month and it still took me this long.