Hello! I am interested in writing this story, but first wanted to see if anyone thought the premise was any good/interested in reading! So I'm throwing this chapter out there :)

Basically, this story will include lots of little Skye adventures, fluff, and angst. And Parent Coulson and May :)

What do you all think?

"Families are the compass that guides us. They are the inspiration to reach great heights, and our comfort when we occasionally falter." -Brad Henry

"Are we really doing this?"

Melinda May stood with her arms crossed, blocking Phil Coulson's path to the door of the Bus, which had been reluctantly parked.

"It's our mission," he reminded her, picking up his suitcase and side stepping her slender yet formidable form. "And it's short term."

"I've heard those words attached to too many high investment cases."

"Agreed. But we have our orders."

May picked up her suitcase, generally stoic face twisted in a slight grimace.

"We're trained agents, May! I am finding it hard to believe that you are phased by this mission of all things!" Phil pulled up the truck of the sleek silver car they had been given, loading the suitcases.

"Trust me, Phil. No amount of training can prepare you for children."

A small brown haired girl sat on a bench. Her large chocolate brown eyes scanned the room. There were a couple stuffed animals and a variety of other toys lying around, but she did not move to play with anything. Instead, she sat perfectly still on the bench, face void of emotion.

The door opened suddenly and the girl jumped, a quick flash of fear crossing her expression.

"Alright, Mary, we're ready to take you to your new home!" A young woman smiled, holding out a hand to the five year old.

Skye ignored the offered hand and carefully got off the bench.

"Did you not like your toys?" the woman looked puzzled, noting everything was exactly where it had been an hour ago.

The girl did not respond.

"Alright sweetie, please follow me. We've found you a new home."

"So the girl was discovered by the Centipede project, we have no idea how, and was kidnapped from her last foster home and kept captive for over a week before being recovered by a SHEILD team." May flipped the page of the report.

"Poor girl," Phil murmured. "Looks like she was subject to various types of testing but they were able to retrieve her before anything permanent could be done to her."

"And our job is protect her and keep her under the radar for awhile." May finished.

"Do we know what's special about her? All it says is she's an 0-8-4."

The doorbell rang.

"Well, I guess we'll find out," May said dryly.

They walked to the door, opening it to find a young woman holding a pink suitcase. Beside her stood a dark brown haired little girl.

"Hello, you must be Mr. and Mrs. Parker!" the woman said cheerfully. "Mary, these are your new foster parents!"

"Hello Mary," Phil smiled gently. "You can call me Phil, and this is May. We're so excited to have you come stay with us!"

The little girl was silent, chocolate brown eyes staring.

"Why don't you show her around really quick, Phil," the woman suggested, smile tightening.

Coulson nodded, and the girl followed him out of the room.

"Agent Graham," May acknowledged the woman once the girl was out of earshot.

"Agent May, good to see you." Agent Graham sighed. "The girl has not said a word since my team rescued her from Centipede. We do not really even know what happened there."

"Great." May looked even less pleased.

"Fury wants to know what happened. He ideally would like to perform a memory wipe, but apparently we do not perform them on children, something about children's brains being in periods of crucial growth… Anyways. We are trying to keep things as normal as possible for Mary and hope that she can still be integrated back into society again. Keep up your covers at all times with her. And if she brings up what happened, tell her it was a fevered dream from when she got really sick and had to go to the hospital."

"And if she doesn't believe us?"
"She's five. She'll believe it." Agent Graham checked her watch. "Shoot, my team needs me back for a debrief. Good luck."

May watched the door close, pink suitcase in her hand, with a dreadful feeling they were getting in way over their heads.

Well? What do you think?

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