Series of Skye/Ward one-shots set between the episodes. Spoilers for previous episodes but not upcoming episode.
I'll try to update mid-way between the break between shows, but I'm in college, so no promises!
Peaceful is Good
Set between 1x04 and 1x05
Mom and Dad were busy; May was on the stick, flying them who-knew where, and Coulson was up in his office, surrounded by his old things, figuring out the next mission. The kids, as Skye had come to think of them, were slumped in the common area, the 'living room' of the Bus. FitzSimmons had sprawled over each other, Fitzy's legs throw casually over Jemma's with a bowl of popcorn shared between them. Skye cut her eyes over at them again, trying to figure the best friends out as the movie played on.
Ward sat next to her, hogging their bowl of popcorn and mouthing movie lines. "Hey, do you mind?" Skye complained, elbowing the man sitting next to her mockingly.
"What?" Ward said, sitting up a little straighter.
"It's bad enough you're having to do the movie line thing, but do you have to say the line before the actor?" Skye whined.
Ward schooled his features into a mask of innocence, gave her a 'who, me?' look.
"Yeah, you, you Captain Jack wanna-be." Skye smirked.
Fitz leaned around Simmons. "It is kind of annoying when you've never seen the movie before and someone is determined to get every line perfect, five seconds before it's supposed to be delivered…"
"Kind of takes the punch out of the punch line." Simmons finished.
Skye snorted indelicately, and Ward gave her a 'oh, really?' look as Pirates of the Caribbean played on, now ignored.
Grant Ward leaned forward, towards FitzSimmons, invading Skye's personal space; cologne, spearmint, and something else Skye was still trying to place but was currently calling 'The Men in Black Smell' because in smelled agent-y, invaded her nose, while a bicep was placed entirely too close to her face for comfort. The little hitch in Skye's chest was not attraction, and the tightening of her stomach had nothing to do with butterflies. Not and Nothing.
"Yeah, well," Ward was saying antagonistically, until Skye's foot, which had been tucked under her, slipped, and sent her bumping into his arm as she slipped forward.
"Sorry."
"It's fine. I guess I can be quiet." Ward conceded.
Fitzy grinned triumphantly.
"I've seen it before. If you must, mutter them to me." Skye offered.
Grant looked over in surprise. She'd started the fight, and now she was going to let him pester her for another whole hour?
Skye shrugged. The serenity that came from knowing there were two adults-yes, she knew they were all grown-ups, but it was different-nearby who cared, the movie and the familial squabbling. It felt a lot like peace. Skye wanted to pick the pieces up like sea glass and hoard them in her pocket. Peaceful was good. If Ward whispering movie lines made it feel like this, she never wanted him to stop.
A/N:
Not too long. They'll probably get longer as I feel I have more to work with. Leave a review and let me know what you think!