By: Vharala
With a long and desperate gasp, Skye shot up with panic still coursing through her. So much had just happened to her, not least of which was the mist from the the terragenesis crystal infecting her. She remembered being trapped in a hard shelled cocoon. There had been a burst of energy, and then her world faded to black.
Evidently some time had passed. Skye now found herself in some sort of glass chamber, resting upon a bed and with a familiar face looking in on her.
"Oh good, you're awake." Said Simmons, the resident chipper Brit and biology expert at SHIELD.
So she was safe, that was a good sign. Skye's head was pounding from all the questions she needed answered, but there was one that was more pressing than the rest.
"Ugh! What's that smell!?" Skye complained, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
"That would be you, Skye." Simmons said matter-of-factly.
"Me? How long have I been stuck in here?"
"Only a few days." Simmons replied. "The air inside your cell has been regularly cycled out, but it seems that the smell was a byproduct of your terragenisis."
"Terragenisis...." Skye repeated, trying to recall everything that had happened back in that chamber. "The crystal.... it shattered. What happened to Trip!?"
"We'll address his condition later." Simmons answered hesitantly, trying to restrain her emotions in front of Skye. "For now, we need to evaluate the extent of the crystals effect on you."
"Well I'm not dead, so that must mean I'm an Inhuman, right?" Skye asked.
"That would seem to be the case, though so far we've only been able to measure a significant increase in methane production inside your body." Simmons explained. "That's the odor that you're smelling now."
"If I've been farting in my sleep, Simmons, you can just say it." Skye said. "We're both adults here."
"Fine." Simmons gave in. "To use the crude vernacular, it would be more accurate to say that you've done little more than fart in your sleep. Our sensors have recorded 896 farts in the last 24 hour period. That would mean that you're passing gas 37 times an hour, or roughly a fart every two minutes."
"So I'm feeling a little gassier than usual." Skye said, not seeing the big deal. "What's this got to do with terragenesis? And if I've been farting so much, why hasn't it happened since I woke up?"
"That is a good point." Simmons conceded, going over to the monitoring equipment and analyzing the readings. "Your methane output has dropped to marginal levels since you woke. If anything, that evidence supports my hypothesis."
"And that is....?"
"That the ability to produce such large volumes of gas is your Inhuman trait." Simmons stated.
Skye took a step back from the glass, letting the words sink in fully. It was true that she felt an overactive squirming somewhere in her gut, a bubbling that was slowly growing in intensity. She had no reason to doubt Simmons, but she couldn't so easily accept that all of her ordeals had been for something as pointless and embarrassing as this.
"What, so I'm super fart girl or something?" Skye asked in disbelief.
"We don't all get to choose our superpower." Simmons said. "Your farts so far have been frequent but small. It could be that you just drew the short straw, but it's also possible that the true extent of your abilities hasn't revealed itself yet. You should take it easy for now. Tomorrow we'll run a few more tests and see what...."
"Hang on Simmons." Skye interrupted, her face contorted in an uncomfortable strain. "We might be able to find something out a little sooner than that. I really have to fart all of a sudden. It feels like it's going to be a really big one."
Skye wasn't exaggerating. Her belly had swollen up in the space of just a few seconds, bloating like a balloon that looked ready and primed to pop. She felt so tight, like she was being filled to capacity.
"We're not ready yet!" Simmons protested, hurrying over to her monitors and staring wide-eyed at the results being displayed. "You can't! We don't know what...."
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Unable to hold it any longer, Skye pushed her butt out and unleashed hell. A long and bassy note rumbled out of her ass, amplified a thousand-fold over her normal morning toots. A shockwave preceded the noise, blasting out and shattering the glass walls of her cell. It sent monitors and science equipment flying, along with the desks they were set upon. Poor Simmons was not spared either, the force sending her soaring against the far wall of the lab as the power of Skye's flatulence pounded against her, holding her in place. The ground itself was shaking, quivering as though Skye's ass was pushing out a localized earthquake.
The stench was unbelievable. Skye was too busy acting as a conduit for her gas to notice too much, but Simmons was being subjected to an incredibly strong mix of aromas that quickly made her pass out.
After the force bubbling from Skye's butt finally relented, she dropped to her knees and took a few deep breaths that inadvertently sucked in quite a lot of her spent gas. Alarms all throughout the base were going off, with the personnel floundering in their attempts to find the source of the disturbance. It made sense that they would expect such a ground shaking power to come from an exterior threat, but one among them knew exactly where to go.
"Skye?"
Agent May entered the room, surveying the damage and shielding her nose from the stench. She approached as though wandering a battlefield after the fighting was over, slowly and cautiously. She knelt down by Simmons, reaching out to check her pulse without ever taking her eyes off Skye.
"I'm not a bomb that's about to go off, May." Skye argued.
"Are you sure about that?" May asked, gesturing to the destruction around her. "This was you, wasn't it?"
"Yes, it was me." Skye sighed. "It was only a fart. I had just woken up and I didn't know what was going on. I won't let it happen again."
fffffrrrrrPPPPPTTTT!!
"Oh really?" May challenged, knowing Skye well enough to see through her bullshit.
"Come on. It's not like it even caused any damage." Skye said, just as a shelf of glass beakers tipped over and shattered it's contents across the floor.
"We can't let you roam around freely with such a destructive.... weapon. You know that, Skye." May said, using the voice of an instructor more than a superior. "If you're well enough to argue, then you're well enough to train. I'll take Simmons to the infirmary and we'll head outside together."
"Not the sparring room?" Skye asked.
"We don't know what you're fully capable of." May explained. "It's too much of a risk to the base to test you inside. Besides, I can still smell you. Fresh air is the only way I'll stay conscious long enough to evaluate you."
"Whatever you say, boss." Skye sighed. She didn't appreciate the comment about her stink, but she guessed that she'd just have to get used to it. "Take care of Simmons and I'll see you topside."
They parted in the hallway, with Skye heading for the service elevator. She could feel a horrible churning in her stomach again, the gas inside her bloated her belly as it swirled around waiting to be unleashed. She felt powerful, but not for the reasons she had ever expected to.
Though she only needed to wait a few minutes, Skye couldn't hold in her flatulence for even that long. She put her farts to use, clearing large swathes of snow to create a sparring platform of sort. Her warm gas melted the snow easily, and the stench of her butt warded away any woodland critters in the vicinity.
"Nice work." May complimented her, stepping out of the elevator and into the arena that Skye's ass had created.
"Are you ready to get started?" Skye challenged her. She knew that May had the upper hand in a normal engagement, but now Skye had a new trick up her sleeve.... Or more accurately, her butt.
"Just so you know, Skye.... I'm going to have to beat you senseless if you fart on my face." May warned.
Skye wiggled her ass around to tempt some gas, priming herself to let loose at the right moment. Neither of them was going to take it easy, and Skye was determined to make the senior agent stink of her farts for weeks.
"Challenge accepted."