“Hey!” Skye jogged up to Cava, who was at the bar, getting some milk. “Hey. Can we talk?” She straightened her shirt, looking at the mellow girl who stood before her.
Vena Cava was a little shorter than Skye, about five foot seven. Her hair fell into her eyes in bangs that curved around her face and concealed her ears. Her clothes were loose and relaxed, the girl was almost the exact opposite of Skye in that she had no care about her appearance.
“I guess,” Cava replied evenly, and sat down. Skye took a seat across from her, supressing a large grin, but she couldn’t help but smile.
“So,” Skye began, eager to learn about her newest team mate-for once, Skye wouldn’t be the newb. “Do you like computers?”
“I guess, but I just mess around on the internet.”
“Doing what?” Skye asked, hoping that maybe Cava was into computer science as much as her.
“Oh just posting stories and fan fictions online, for the most part, but I take practice tests and classes, too.” Cava sipped her milk.
“Oh,” Skye didn’t do a very good job of hiding her slight disappointment as she looked down and broke eye contact with Cava. “What kinds of fanfics do you write?”
Cava’s normally even complexion and expression broke into one of embarrassment; she blushed red and stuttered, “U-um, a lot of them are based on manga and videogames. . .but some are about the Avengers. . .”
Skye did a bad job of smothering a laugh. “Pfft. What? The Avengers? That’s awesome.”
A small smile appeared on Cava’s face. “Really?”
In the hall, Coulson listened carefully to the conversation between the two girls. At the sound of Cava’s Avengers fan fictions, his curiousity peaked and he just had to step out and ask: “Is Captain America a main character in any of them?”
“You can sleep here.” Ward pointed Cava to one of the small bunk rooms on the jet. Each room was almost closet sized, with a small cot taking up half the space. In the rest there was a small bedside table, where a book rested with evacuation procedures for the jet.
“Okay,” Cava nodded, glancing up at the large man beside her. He was starting to seem like an older brother to her.
“I bunk in the one right next to you, so if you need anything in the night, just knock on my door.” Ward offered.
“Okay. . .” Cava repeated. “Um, I don’t have any clothes to change into. . .”
“We have that taken care of.” Phil walked in on the two. “Here.” He handed her a bag, which she opened to reveal military-style clothing.
“Thanks,” Cava forced a small smile onto her lips. Coulson nodded.
“Get some rest. We’re stopping tomorrow to take a look around the S.H.I.E.L.D helicarrier.”
Cava tried to contain her sudden excitement at going to the same place where the Avengers had met. “Um, for what?”
“Fury wants to meet our newest member.” Coulson winked.
Cava’s face fell. “Um. . .he’s not pissed at me is he?”
Coulson shook his head. “Nope. No worries. Now you should all get some rest.”
Sometime in the middle of the night, when the entire team was asleep, Grant Ward’s bunk door slid open with a quiet hiss. The tall man walked the few steps to Cava’s door, then hesitated outside it. His hand hovered directly over the handle for a moment before he depressed the button and the door slid open.
From the moonlight streaming through the small window, Ward could see Cava fast asleep beneath the heavy white blankets on her bed. She was deeply asleep, he could tell she was dreaming by the way her eyes moved beneath her eyelids and the soft murmurs that came out of her mouth, words indestinguishable in real life, but all too clear in her dreams.
Ward smiled slightly, just for an instant, before it disappeared and, satisfied, he turned and left her room, going back to bed.
Cava lunged at Ward, aiming a punch at his shoulder. He easily blocked her, sweeping her fist aside and moving in to jab at her ribs. She countered with a swift tap on his left collarbone, and tried to step back from him.
Suddenly her feet were swept out from under her and she was staring up at the ceiling, breathless.
“Better,” Ward said, “That’s all for today.” He stated. Then May said something over the intercomm;
“Get in your bunks. We’re landing.” She announced, and everyone went to their assigned bunks.
May lowered the jet and the wheels touched down flawlessly onto the runway of the helecarrier, the plane catching on the hook on the surface of the flying aircraft carrier and coming to a full stop. Phil Coulson’s team lined up outside of the doors, and they opened, the staircase lowered to the ground so they shoulder exit.
The group filed out, Skye and Cava last in line. As she emerged onto the helecarrier, Cava expected to see ground surrounding them.
Instead, they were floating on clouds.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Skye said, stunned herself. “This is. . .whoa.”
Ward rolled his eyes. “What did you expect, S.H.I.E.L.D’s HQ to just be floating on the sea where anyone could bomb it?”
“We just landed a jet on their “HQ”. I don’t think it would be too hard to bomb their carrier on the sky.” Skye shot back.
“Who’s bombing what?” A deep voice asked, Ward and Skye straightened guiltily, while Fitz and Simmons smiled nervously, eager to talk to Fury as he approached them. “Who’s the new kid?” Fury rose an eyebrow at Cava.
“Um, me.” Cava said nervously.
“Nice to meet you,” Fury offered his hand. “Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D.”