Oh he knew she had. He remembered the Skye she had been before all this, before HYDRA. He'd seen her in that episode, cold as ice. A mini May if ever he'd seen one. And he really hated that he'd pushed her to that. Her compassion, her empathy, her spirit, that drive to know the truth about everything around her, about herself. Those were the things that made him love her so much.
"Okay help me carry him" he said, grabbing one side of the still unconcious man.
They'd get him out of the alley. Find a car, steal that car and get him to a hospital. Then he'd make sure Skye got back to the warehouse okay. He understood why they wouldn't let him in but it still amazed him how out of all the so called Avengers Stark was the first one he'd really connected with and Stark was the one he'd thought he wouldn't. And then of course there was Cap. Which was confusing on levels he hadn't really thought about yet.
He looked across at Skye, his rookie, willing to work with him, much as she despised him to save a life. It really had been fate that had him passing that street. There was no other explaination