{All rights belong to Marvel.} Spoilers for Season 1.
"I am not a good man, Skye."
"Yes you are," her own voice whispered.
Skye bolted upright, sweating but silent.
It was only just a dream. Another dream.
But she could still feel his chin against her fingertips - his lips against her own. His amber gaze holding her, back there at Providence…
And she liked it. Liked it.
"Weak," she growled, running a shaking hand through her hair. Coulson's voice echoed in the back of her mind - "You weren't weak. You had compassion. That's harder."
True. Compassion wasn't weak. But that wasn't all of what she felt as she watched Mike stop Ward's heart, if she was going to be honest with herself.
She didn't want to be honest with herself. She took a few uneven breaths and eased back down, staring at the dark ceiling and seeing nothing.
Actually, seeing him.
"So even though you've been lying - to everyone, about everything - you're saying your feelings for me..."
"They're real, Skye. They always have been."
His smooth, firm words and the earnest way he drew his eyebrows together...it had made her feel like throwing up.
Because, to be honest, she did feel something for this murderer.
She hated him. Oh, goodness - she hated him. She had said she felt sorry for him, and she did. But...uh. When she was all alone, she had to admit there was more to it.
She could usually see the potential good in others when everyone else called them hopeless. But Ward was...uhhhhhhgggg. Traitorous, backstabbing, murderous liar! HYDRA! He was part of their team! And this whole time...Uhhhhhhhh!
She squeezed her eyes shut.
He would be so much easier to forgive if he hadn't meant - didn't mean - so much.
This was the kind of stuff that kept her awake at night.
Even though she wouldn't admit it, even to herself, she still cared about that murderer. The dreams proved that.
To be honest, she would always care about him.
And to be completely honest, she knew it.
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