I started writing for Sherlock and ended up doing this for Agents of SHIELD.
Hope you guys enjoy it. It was just written now.
As I first saw her, I knew the kind of person she was: tenacious, disciplined… -ish…, rigorous, honest, the kind of person no one wants to mess with.
If we were told to do ten laps around the field, she'd do them, not matter if rain was pouring down or if the sun was painfully scorching. I'd run after her, building up a tenacious character trait and improving my set of lungs… and also praying for my lungs to live on for another day.
Every day she'd get up with the rising sun and go to bed when it'd set on the sky. Sure that then she had a moonlight phase, during which she played pranks. I was the victim (she said 'plucky-ish sidekick') who she'd drag from bed into her pranks. I was never aware of her presence in my dorm… God knows whatever she has done with me while I was sleeping.
Fifty sit-ups, not forty-nine and a half! Do them all, Phil. I hated her so much for that. She was so strict to the point of wanting me to do every single exercise in the exact way we were told to. It never matter if my muscles would paralyze and I'd be left alone, sprawled on the floor of the gym… At least she always came back to pick me up from the floor.
She always took the blame for her faults, never hid or denied anything that she had done wrong. She taught me that if we are stupid enough to do a mistake, at least we should be smart enough to mend it by accepting it was our fault. And she never protected anyone… well, she did protect me once, but, you know, it was me.
She was very quiet; only spoke a few words per day, only the essential, which was saying a lot, really. She talked better with her fists. She would threaten to throw a punch every hour. She was quite a girl; could empty a room in two seconds flat. And she did kick a few heads in… and if I recall it right, it was always to have my back.
It's nice to see that after so long, she hasn't changed. She's still as tenacious, disciplined, rigorous and honest as before.
Bahrain hasn't changed her as much as she believes.
I was there before Bahrain, I was there during what happened in Bahrain and I'm here now. I still know her to the core. I know that the old May still lives deep down on her, wanting to break through and find its way out.
She could always find strength in her weaknesses and flaws in her bravery.
She has always been a spreading fire and a healing water. She always managed to destroy everything along the way and to sooth wounds and damages.
She is like a grenade, a lethal mixture ready to burst at any moment, but that was perfectly combined together, only meant to burst when it is supposed to. Only once the safety pin is pulled.
From the moment I met her I realized that I didn't mind if I were the one who'd pull her safety pin. I wouldn't mind letting her blow up in my hands.
I know she'll never hurt me.
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