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Shake things up [OPEN]

WHO: Skye and open
WHERE: Residence #031 and around Hereropa
WHEN: First week of November
WHAT: Skye is adapting to the area.
WARNINGS: Cursing

Skye has been trying to figure out how on earth she had gotten here. With everything happening in her life at the moment, this was just adding more stress onto it. The fact that she has yet again left her team, against her will no less, was making her feel sick to her stomach. Still, she tried to adapt to being here. Meeting people in various places, trying to get information on 'Hereopa' and, well, everything. The tattoo especially bothered her, and apparently it wasn't just her. Everyone was 'branded'.

At the least the weather was nice?

Skye is uncomfortable with the fact that some people seem to know her, when she has never seen them before. This just added more questions in the long list of questions she has made in her head.

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Hands balled into fists at her side when he gets too close for comfort, Skye can't hide her expression when he finally tells her. Bringing her head back so she can look at him the most obvious emotion is confusion.

"Why?" It's the only thing she think to ask.

That's it? Why? He kept that secret from her for six months just to get why? thrown back at him. Christ. He doesn't know what he expected.

"It's a long fucking story," he sighs, backing away from her. "Look, if we're gonna talk about this, we gotta go somewhere private. Like... Really private." And he's not sure she's ready to be alone with him in a secluded location. Which is why he told her to wait a while.

"And this is why I stopped talking to you? Because you're a-?" She almost finished that sentence when someone walked past. Straightening up, Skye pursed her lips and looked from the person walking past and then back to Jesse.

"Fine." If he tried anything Skye knew how to defend herself, and she was sure he knew that too.

Edited 2015-11-05 08:36 (UTC)

He wants to grab her by the shoulders and shake her until she gains some sense of self-preservation. Look, okay, he realizes he's not Ward, but under no circumstances should she be walking off with some stranger who just confessed to a crime that's punishable by death in federal court. For all she knows, he's about to murder her.

Instead of doing that, he rolls his head back and growls in frustration. "Okay," he concedes through gritted teeth, and turns to lead the way to his car. It's just up the road up ahead, and no less subtle than those hundred-dollar bills in his wallet: a banana-yellow convertible sportscar. Of course.

Skye isn't stupid, she knew the risks. However she also knew he wouldn't do shit, he cared too much about her.

"You know, you're not exactly subtle about what it is you do." She had thought him being a drug dealer was a possibility the moment he left that tip, only further suspecting it when he got all vague about it.

"And that just makes it more obvious. Seriously?"

Is every incarnation of Skye going to give him shit about his car?

"It's on a lease," he sighs, hopping into the driver's seat without bothering to open the door. "And - It just helps, okay? Nine times outta ten, throwing money around makes people like you, not send 'em running off to the cops."

Getting into the passengers side, Skye shuts the door and reaches for her seatbelt. Rolling her eyes before she turned to lock the seatbelt and once again she's looking at him.

"How are you even getting away with it? Don't you realize the government is watching us?"

Guess who doesn't bother with a seatbelt because he has a raging death wish? This guy. Jesse starts the ignition and shifts into drive, pulling out of the parking spot before Skye says anything else that might get overheard.

"I been at this for a long time. I know how to cover my ass. Plus I'm a good little boy and I do everything the government asks me to. Look me up on the internet real quick. They think I'm a saint."

He donates blood. He volunteers at the hospital. He cures cancer. There are photos of him working relief at every disaster that's struck in the past year and a half, healing people even when he looks half-dead himself. It's perfect, really. But when he says the word saint, he sounds disgusted, not proud.

"Okay but you still get things for free, so why do you need to be dealing drugs for?" Skye had almost gone down that path once, when things were really bad for her. This was before Miles.

"The money's not for me," Jesse mutters. He knows how it looks, though. He's got a fancy car. He's got designer clothes. He's got all the trappings that would impress the people in his employ. It sure looks like he's spending the money.

"Everybody here's at the mercy of the government, right? They give us our houses and our paychecks and our healthcare and all that other shit. You know how you get outta that cage? Money."

He glances at her. He knows she's going to be skeptical. "I'm not Tony Stark. I'm not some kinda genius who can walk into a world and build a tower and get people throwing cash at me from every direction. This shit is what I know how to do. I do it because I gotta do something. I can't just stand by and let the feds own us."

Was he serious?

"Uh, the yellow car says differently." Yeah, it didn't look that way. At all.

He's got a point though, but it still bothers her. "And what happens when they find out? Eventually it's going to happen." Maybe not by her, because really, it's not exactly her business, but someone will.

Jesse's not going to bother to defend himself. Skye knows a lot of things, but not how to work the drug business. And frankly, she doesn't need tips for infiltration.

"I know it will." In no small part thanks to Skye's previous efforts to unmask him. "I don't care if I get caught. I'm gonna get what's coming to me, I know that, but this shit is more important than that. It doesn't matter if I'm in prison. The money's gonna get where it needs to go."

Skye is starting to see why they would've broken up. He was on a suicide mission of sorts.

"So you'll just be in another cage and you're okay with that?"

Jesse glances at her. Even as he schools his face, the fear in his eyes is as plain to see as any other emotion that overwhelms him. No, he's not okay with that. He feels sick with terror, knowing what's going to happen to him the moment he becomes a liability. But he was in a cage before he even got here - though he hadn't seen the bars yet.

"I made my choice a long time ago. All the things I've done, Skye... I deserve what happens to me."

His expression catches her off guard, but his words are really what stumps her.

"What do you mean?" Sure, being a drug dealer was pretty fucked up, but so was Skye. Her past was hideous.

They're just out of town now, at the point where the suburbs become swampland, and Jesse pulls the car onto the shoulder and shifts into park. He can't talk about this and focus on driving at the same time. Already there's a heat behind his eyes that's threatening tears.

"I'm not a good person," he says as he turns to face her. "And I'm not saying this to scare you. Even if I - Even if I could, I'd never hurt you." Oh yes, he's very aware of her strength and prowess. No part of this is meant to be intimidation, despite the setting.

"I've hurt a lot of other people, though. A lotta people. Some of 'em by accident, some of 'em on purpose."

It was for the best he pulled her over, because she was starting to think that a serious talk and driving didn't mix. Plus, if she had to escape she would rather not do it in a moving vehicle.

She isn't comforted by his reassurance that he wouldn't hurt her because she didn't know him. Still, it's hard to believe he could be lying about that.

"So have I." More so emotionally than physically, but still.

"If we were as close as you say we were, you would know just how fucked up my life was before SHIELD."

"I know."

It's strange to be confessing like this. He didn't say a word when she had a gun to his head. Even when she sent Loki after him, he'd only given the vaguest responses. The secret seemed to matter so much more back then. But now... All the money he's amassed and all the suffering he's endured because of it... It's hard to imagine things can get worse if he gives her the truth she always begged for. Especially after having faced the possibility he might never see her again.

"See, the difference between you and me is I kill innocent people. People who beg for their lives, you know? People who didn't have to die, but they did, because I - I decided to do it."

His words send her heart into overdrive as she fights the urge not to get out of the car and run. All over again she's reminded of Ward. How she trusted him, and then his sudden betrayal. This. This has to be the reason she broke up with him.

" How can you sit here and tell me that you do this for people, to help them, and then turn around and say you kill innocent people?!"

Jesse isn't out to justify himself. He's just handing her what she asked for. So at her question, he gives a helpless shake of his head. There is no reason to this. He's fractured, and that's why even the people who love him are afraid of him.

Apparently she had a type. The type of guy she was finally able to open up to and then have that come crashing down in betrayal.

"You're psychotic." Skye hissed out as she undid her seatbelt and reached for the door handle. Pushing the door open, Skye quickly got out of the car and slammed the door shut. Of course he had driven them out into an area she was not the least bit familiar with but if he tried anything, he would regret it.

Well, yeah. He is.

Jesse stays in the car, though, and doesn't look like he intends to chase her. They're not that far from town. She could get home by foot, if that's what she wants to do. But... "You don't have to run. I can drive you back."

"Don't." Skye hissed out in anger as she spun around to face him. "I am not putting up with another mans sob story as an excuse to kill innocent people."

"Ain't gonna give you no sob story," he says, watching her from the driver's seat. "The truth is, it doesn't matter why I kill people. There's never a good reason for somebody to die. Having some excuse doesn't make it any better for the person who's dying, for the people they're leaving behind. I know all of that, Skye. I don't expect you or anybody else to forgive me for it. But I promised to answer your questions, so I'm answering them."

"You know what? I don't want answers anymore. So leave me the hell alone." Skye warned, hands balled into fists as she started to back away from him, eyes still locked onto him for a few seconds before she finally turned around and started to walk back in the direction they had come from.

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