'she' offered him a smirk. "you think that Skye wouldn't be crying if she had to give herself up to save her mother?" Loki asked, shaking his head before grimacing. "yes, she is. disgusting." he grumbled before walking slowly to Cal. "i know more than you do at least i don't kidnap, torture and probably rape my fathers wife." Skye said, pulling away from anyone who tried to touch her. "i'm not your daughter Cal." she stated firmly. "i never was. you had me for what, a month?" she demanded. "by blood i am James and Natasha's. by heart?.... well i haven't known anyone long enough for that, have i? because you keep driving everyone away... i'll never have family, i'll never have friends, and now i'll never have freedom. might as well be dead." 'Skye' said unhappily. "you've killed me Calvin. you killed my spirit and my will to live, i hope your happy with yourself." she informed him before beginning to weep again and turned her back to them, huddling in a corner the way Loki knew she had done as a child and being picked on at the orphanage. Loki also knew that Calvin had seen this behavior before because Skye still did it when she was very distressed. she found a corner, a small space, somewhere that she could protect her back and her sides.
Natasha stared at him and paused just long enough to say "i'm sorry. i was wrong. i won't do it again. come back to me." and then headed into the jet, collapsing once she was out of sight of James. Steve and Tony had to help her into her seat and it was Steve who applied emergency medical care. she was in worse shape than they'd feared, but better than they'd expected. she wasn't in any life threatening situations, just a lot of pain. "Ah, James. of course i am not insane. after all, if i kill you, i become the guardian do i not? is that not what you did?" he demanded, smirking, knife in hand. "getting Skye reunited with her father was simply a bonus." too bad that's not how it worked. the Guardian was chosen by the previous. Von Doom had watched James kill Fury and assumed that was how it had to be done. James no doubt, already had his replacement in mind and even if he didn't, the secondary Guardian, Peter, would either get a 'promotion' or choose a new Guardian. Peter, who was watching from space, ready to step in, in a matter of seconds. the fantastic four would have to take the backburner. the Avengers could help only because it was their teammate who was kidnapped. but to avoid war, it had to be the guardians who did the killing. and kill they would, Peter would never let Doom survive if he hurt Gamora the way they had hurt Natasha. little did they know Gamora was so much worse. he'd actually done invasive surgery on her, exploring her alien physiology. she would be lucky to walk for the next three months. as it was, some grunt had to wheel her past, her eyes like glass, still drugged to the gills, out to the Jet. soon, soon they would all be dead and Von Doom could explore a little more on the green skinned woman. perhaps he could even see if she was biologically compatible with humans? he knew his grunts would be delighted to rape her until she came pregnant.