So recently I got into SHIELD, and I thought I'd have a shot at a fanfic on it. I'm terrible at updating, for the record, so they'll probably be fairly irregular, but this fic might only be five or six chapters long anyway.
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She felt the cool metal barrel of the gun against the side of her temple, and Skye froze. In fact, if it was any colder, she probably would have. Her breath quickened, visible in short puffs of steam that were quickly lost in the cold air. His arm snaked around her stomach, and with a sharp movement he jerked her backwards. She didn't need to look to know who her captor was. She opened her mouth, but he dug the gun in tighter, clearly telling her not to.
"Stop," he said, and Coulson swung the large torch around until its beam shone directly into Ward's eyes. Shock registered on his face and he lowered the torch until he could see the woman he held tightly, a gun to her head. "Freeze or I kill her."
May growled, and moved forwards, but Coulson pulled her back. "Ward," he said, "Calm down. Take a breath. What are you doing?" Ward pulled her closer. Skye let out a grunt as he slowly pushed the air from her lungs.
"What do you want?" she asked quietly. She tried to breath slowly, but panic was rising inside her.
"I want some information, Skye, information that you can give me. Or you could... die."
Skye whirled around, taking him by surprise. Simmons marvelled at the cold, blank expression on her face. This man had tried to kill her before, and Fitz had come out of it with brain damage. He was better now; he could speak properly, but they were both scarred under the surface. And Simmons feared that Skye would not be so lucky. "You know, I don't think you can do it. I think you've grown attached to us."
Fitz was trembling. Don't say that, he thought, he will. It was the first time he had come even near to the man who had tried to kill him. A straightforward bullet would do a lot more damage than what he had suffered. A straightforward bullet would kill her.
"What information?" Coulson started forwards, but Ward shook his head.
"She knows."
Skye paled. "No."
Garret's face loomed out of the darkness. Kill her, it told him, you're growing fond. It's a weakness.
Ward knew that Garret was dead. But he knew also that he was right. He shouldn't grow attached. Skye was a weakness, and one to be dealt with. He drew in a shuddering breath. He looked right into her eyes, daring him to do it. He couldn't.
Go on, you coward.
"I'm not a coward!" he screamed. The agents exchanged glances. Nobody had said anything.
He couldn't destroy her eyes. He didn't know why. He lowered the gun and there was an audible sigh of relief from Coulson. He aimed for her rib cage as he pushed her away, but at the last possible moment he jerked his hand downwards, his hand pulled the trigger and the bullet entered her lower back.
What did you think? A bit violent, I know, but please leave a comment below!