Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Dark Deceptions: Part 1
(Written from Grant Ward's point of view, current setting up to date with series as of 10/24/2014. May contain spoilers so beware if you are not up to date. Will go on to contain dark subject matter.)
He let them capture him, saw the beauty of keeping himself close to the very thing that stood in HYDRA's way. Did Grant Ward really give a damn about one side or the other? No not really, sure once upon a time he dreamed of being the "good guy" but that was before he saw that both sides of the coin had faults and lies.
They both claimed they were doing great work that they had some higher calling but he knew it was bullshit. It was the ego's of man that drove both sides, the pretense of devotion and sacrifice. In the end it was just about which evil's you could stand more.
Skye, Fitz and Simmons didn't really understand all this yet. No they were in the fantasy stage of the game. He had attachments to all three of them and it had been a hard decision to jettison the two intellectuals out into open water but it was either that or lead between their eyes, he hadn't been able to pull that particular trigger. Skye was something different entirely... a focus of his mind most of time. As he stared at the blank appearance of a wall while working out he ran scenarios through his mind. She was on her guard with him looked at him with distaste and loathing but hate is a fine line. Can turn to other things with the right stresses.
He dangled her father in front of her watching as she found the urge to ask him all he knew. He had held information that she'd been searching for all her life but she resisted like a good little field agent not trusting the wolf with hungry eyes. Was her meeting her father important to him? No not in the least as a matter of fact he was just fine with taking the man out but her father had particular traits he wanted to expose Skye to. Shatter one father figure then the next. Coulson proved more difficult because he truly was a good man and Skye believed in him. All he had to do was bide his time wait for that moment to exploit the new director's "secret's". He had to be there when the mighty proved to not be made of steel. Then he would make his move, be the one who offered her unconditional truth and sympathy.
How many cold showers had he taken after training with her, how many nights in May's bed had he been picturing her face beneath him. He'd lost count, lust burnt brightly needing that feeling of silken dark locks in his calloused hand. The feel of generous curves against his hard frame...
Fury ragged inside him as he looked at his prison. She would come back to question him she had too and when she did he'd be ready.