A/n: so I don't know exactly where this story is going, if it's going anywhere. It starts out in Stark Tower I'm guessing... (Isn't it terrible that I don't even know where this is going down at? ._. Yeah, great setup written I am.) I guess it's intended to be Stark Tower... Also, Grant is a jealous moody apparently... But anyways, here's the first part, and as always, enjoy! ^_^
Skye's laugh caught Grants attention. In irritation and in spite of the fact that he wanted to tell her to quiet down, he looked over to where she was at, only to clench his jaw. She was talking to none other than Tony Stark, but what bothered him was the fact that one hand was currently twirling a piece of hair around her fingers, while the other was touching his arm playfully. Whatever he had been holding snapped into two. 'I'm not jealous.' He confided silently to himself.
The next time Skye's laugh rang through the building he was quick to track her down. He found her in the training room with Steve Rogers, her fingers wrapped around his bicep. Her eyes widened and she made a 'wow' look with her face.
"Oh my god you're so buff!" Steve nodded slightly, blushing.
"Can I have a hug?" She asked.
"Ah, sure?" Skye threw her arms around him and he slowly returned the hug. Grant couldn't believe his eyes. He would like to think that what he did next was for her safety and wellbeing as a person. Throwing the doors of the training room opened he stood before them and cleared his throat.
"Oh, hey Robot." Skye said with a smile as she pulled away from Steve.
"Hi." He said shortly.
"What's wrong?" She asked him with a raised eyebrow.
"Coulson wants to see you. Now." He quickly made up a lie.
"Okay then... See you later Stevie?" Steve quirked a smile and nodded.
"Yes ma'am."
"Steve, seriously, just call me Skye!" She said as she patted his chest before walking away. While Steve's eyes were on her, Grant's were on him, and narrowing. When she was gone, Steve looked back to Grant.
"Captain." Grant said through gritted teeth.
"Ah-"
"Grant Ward." Steve nodded.
"She's something else, isn't she?" Steve asked with a slightly winded look, before he was back at the punching bag.
"Yes, she is." He deadpanned.
