You're the Threat

Skye truly hated Rhydon now. She never wanted to see him again for the rest of her life. If circumstances allowed, she even wanted to punch him once in the face and once below the belt. But if it came to letting Rhydon die, she still could not bring herself to be that cruel.

After all, Skye had been with S.H.I.E.L.D. for so long, yet she had never killed anyone or even experienced much direct combat. More remarkably, despite being an American, she had grown up without knowing how to use a gun. Although Ward had given her some lessons, even during the previous mission, she still could not tell which part released the magazine and which switched off the safety.

That showed just how soft-hearted she was deep down. So the moment she heard Evenson and Coulson discussing killing Rhydon, she rushed out without hesitation.

The two men inside froze, clearly shocked by Skye's sudden arrival. They practically had the word surprise written across their faces. Once they recovered, Coulson walked over and shut the door, then gave Evenson a look.

"Skye, do you think you're still in any position to worry about someone else?" Evenson said coldly, folding his arms. "Maintaining ties with a hostile organization, warning the target of an arrest in advance, causing a major deviation in the mission and severe consequences. Do you know what your actions resemble, Skye?"

Skye lowered her head silently and did not answer. Evenson gave her the answer instead. "A spy. A profession not even protected by the Geneva Conventions."

"Honestly, if you'd done this in another intelligence agency, like the CIA or MI6, Coulson and I would be discussing how to get rid of you right now. Oh, and I guarantee that before you died, you'd spend a long