Skye flashed the security guard her level-ten badge as she walked into the maximum security prison. The things had finally come back into use as they had recaptured the Sandbox and the Hub. The U.S. Government had cleared them of their terrorist status and they were back on the good books. But Skye was here for a reason besides S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Former Agent Grant Ward," she sighed, stepping into the visiting room. "Previous level seven agent, now labeled as a traitor and known member of Hydra, a terrorist organization." Clucking her tongue, she settled in front of her former SO. "Jesus, how's that feel? "Scum of the earth" is now practically on every record with your name on it."
"Why are you here, Skye?" the man sighed, running a hand through the roughness that had grown on his chin over the past two and a half months.
"Uh, that would be Agent Skye to you, mister," she said, leisurely flashing her badge at him. "Schnazzy, huh? Coulson upped everyone on his team to the top levels, 'cept Trip. He just got a pretty nice upgrade. Level seven. Took your place, you know?" A long exhalation from the convict.
"If you're trying to goad me, it isn't working."
"Oh, I know. I'm just taking the pleasure of shoving your traitorous ways in your face before getting to the real reason I'm here."
"Which is?"
"You owe me twenty." A long pause.
"You came to the Fridge, managed to get an audience, and dragged me out of my lovely little cell because FitzSimmons got together?!" he cried, aghast, leaning in on his elbows and running his hands through his hair. "Wait, how is that even possible? Fitz is out of commission-"
"Yeah, 'cause you put him out of commission," Skye muttered, venom behind every word. "Down in that box, ninety feet under, he made an escape system where his entire plan was to sacrifice himself for Simmons. Told her he loved her before blowing out the glass. Aaaaaand now, Simmons is a wreck, the person she loves in a coma, thanks to- ta-dah! " she cried, pointing her jazz hands across the table. Ward groaned and pressed his head into his hands.
"Oh, please. At least man up a bit and face your actions," she sneered at her former SO, pulling her arms back in to cross over her chest.
"So you came in here to gloat about winning a bet I can't fulfill because there's no cash here and I'm no longer your trainer."
"Helps me come to terms," she sighed, leaning back in her chair and kicking her heels up on the table.
"Glad to be of help, then," he sighed. "We done here?"
"Just 'bout." As she stood to leave, the hacker stopped and tuned at the door. "One last thing." The traitor looked up.
"Just be glad it wasn't May."
The door slammed shut behind her.