Hey,... I'm back. Still groggy, tired, lazy and on holiday mode but back. While on holiday I saw lots of guys just sitting around together, relaxing and talking while looking out into the scenic beach. They made me think of our brotherly duo, Ward and Fitz. Hence, this ff. Enjoy.

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Disclaimer : I do not own Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Summary : A bromance of Ward and Fitz.

Note : Ward is not a Hydra. And May and Ward never happened! Yeayyyy!

xox

"Seriously?"

"Seriously." Ward nodded and gulped down the remainder of his bottled water.

"You know I could use this little info against you, right?"

"You know I could use the fact that you still have not told Simmons how you feel about her after I've painstakingly thought of and executed a plan to get the two of you together, plus the fact that I had to distract Trip for four freaking hours so that he'll be out of Simmons hair, against you too, right?"

"No." Fitz interrupted Ward with a hiss of disdain. "Don't say things like that."

"What?"

"Images of Trip's hands or other parts of him in Simmons hair or on any part of her? Not good." Fitz shook his head as he munched furiously on his pretzels with eyes full of dislike.

"Have I told you that you've got it bad?" Ward teased the brooding Engineer.

"Oh shut up!" Fitz kicked Ward's foot. "Wait till I tell everyone that you haven't even been on a date in all your life."

"Hey! I told you that in confidence!"

"Then stop harassing me about not telling Jemma how I feel about her."

"Why the hell not?" Ward asked him. "Do you know how rare it is to have that window of opportunity nowadays with Trip circling your Simmons like some hungry shark all the time?"

"So you locked us up in the medic pod?"

"I'm more familiar with the Bus than this Playground. I thought you'd like some place really private. I would have let you use my cabin but you know the roof is not quite ready." Ward shrugged. "Besides, I did leave a picnic basket in there. Flowers too!"

"Aww.. How romantic. Thanks!" Fitz rolled his eyes. "That was a great conversation starter."

"What do you mean?"

"Jemma couldn't stop talking about the various medical possibilities she could extract from the flowers and herbs that you left in there. She didn't even notice the sandwiches and drinks I unpacked or the fact that we were locked in!" Fitz turned to look at Ward. "Just where did you get those flowers and herbs from Dude?"

"The florist was closed. But I saw those flowers in somebody's backyard - "

"YOU STOLE THEM!?" Fitz yelped before groaning. "Please tell me you didn't pluck them off some sweet old lady's backyard."

"What? No! Of course not! My Grampsy would have my ass if she knows I'd do such things." Ward defended himself. "I spoke to the elderly couple who lived there. I told them your sad, pathetic love story - "

"My sad, pathetic love story? Are you sure you didn't lay them with your own sad, pathetic, unrequited love tragedy? Ouch!"

"And they gave me a bunch of those." Ward continued after flicking Fitz's ear for interrupting him. "Do you know that aloe stands for healing, basil for love but at times hatred, mint stands for virtue, the chamomile for wisdom, jasmine for sweet love, grace and elegance and honeysuckle for bonds of love? Well anyway, the wife was explaining all that to me over her backyard fence as her husband picked those for you."

"I don't believe Super Spy Agent Grant Ward actually have a conversation with an old lady about the meaning of flowers over the backyard fence."

"Hey. You know I'd do anything for my Bro to get his girl."

"Who knew underneath all that tough robotic facade of yours, there is a romantic and sensitive soul just dying to burst out." Fitz nudged his friend's rib. "You read romance novels too?"

"What?! You nuts?" Ward spurted but added in a softer tone, "Once. But I was undercover in a bookstore. Needed something to cover my face and grabbed the first thing on the shelf."

"You actually read the whole book while hiding?"

"It was a classic. Bought it after the mission was over. You tell a soul and I'll install a virus in your dwarves."

"You know how to do that?" Fitz smirked.

"I'll figure it out. Somehow." Ward said and they both laugh.

"You really didn't say anything to her?" Ward asked again after their laughter died down. "It was the perfect time, Man."

"And I screwed up on the chance." Fitz groaned. "What am I to do now?"

"Take her out?" Ward suggested.

"This coming from a guy who has never been on a single date." Fitz muttered. "Honestly, have you even tried asking a girl out?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Never had a chance."

"Why not?"

"Short story? Chucked into Military Academy at 13, landed in Juvenile Hall at 15, taken by Garrett right after, found by Fury at 16, straight into S.H.I.E.L.D for the next 15 years, lived the life of a double/triple agent, endless missions and strict fraternization protocol. Hence, no girl to ask out. And never met anyone that I want anyway. Until now."

"Are you a virgin Dude?"

"Are you seriously asking me that?" Ward turned to Fitz with an incredulous look on his face.

"You made it sound like you took a vow of celibacy."

"You don't need dates to remedy that." Ward smirked. "Right, enough about me. Are you planning to tell Simmons how you feel or are you waiting for Trip to cut in before you finally wake the hell up and smack own your head rightsideup?"

"What if she don't feel the same?"

"I could flush you into the ocean?" Ward offered.

"I'm serious!"

"I know." Ward sighed. "It sucks when the girl you love doesn't feel the same."

"Hey."

"What?"

"Skye cares about you."

"Yeah. Before I hurt her, maybe." Ward replied in a sad tone. "But now?"

"You have your reasons."

"Yeah. But she's still hurt because of what I did." Ward groaned. "How am I to make her understand that she is not just a mission? She is my own personal mission. For once, I really hate this double agent crap. The lying really sucks!"

"You still love her?"

"Even death will not stop my heart and soul from loving my Skye for all eternity." Ward sighed longingly.

"Your metal plating is eroding."

"Shut up."

"I know!" Fitz suddenly burst.

"No you don't, Bro. You don't know how to shut up."

"Not that! How about we go on a double date?"

"That'll be great." Ward said after taking a gulp of water. "I'll have your back if Simmons shoots you down and you'll have my back when Skye upturns a bowl of minestrone soup over my head."

"Skye wouldn't do that to you." Fitz told him. "Not in public anyway. I think."

"Thank you." Ward replied with sarcasm. "That's pretty damn comforting."

"If you are making me take Simmons out, you have to take Skye out. Hence the double date. If anything goes wrong, at least we have each other." Fitz smacked Ward's back and grinned at his own wonderful idea. "Maybe we could workout some secret code or signal. What you think?"

"Right. A single nod means 'Let's go to the Powder Room for a squealing session'. And a grin and a blink means "Let's make a run for it!'. And a flick of your hair means I'm to get my own cab home." Ward rolled his eyes. "Seriously Bro, are we the girls or them?"

"You've been watching chick flicks behind everybody's back, haven't you?"

"That's classified." Ward told him with a secretive smirk.

"So, are we doing this? Are we going to ask them out?"

"Let's make a deal."

"You are chickening out aren't you?"

Ward ignored his friend's accusation and have his say, "In the event of Simmons saying yes and Skye saying no, I want you to carry on with the date on your own."

"But Ward - " Fitz argued.

"Hey. No arguements. This is about you and Simmons."

"Just as much as about you and Skye!"

"Come on Fitz! I lied to her. I hurt her. I have nothing that she could possibly like or want. I'm too locked down. I'm boring. I'm a bona fide bookworm. I enjoy boardgames. I know nothing about computer science. I can't even turn on that hologram table without searching the whole table upside down!

"Skye is smart. Intelligent. Beautiful. Damn sexy. Exasperating but adorably cute like those plastic bubble wraps that goes pop pop pop when you squeeze them - "

"And he said I got it bad." Fitz muttered to himself.

"She is everything that I'm not Fitz!" Ward groaned again for the umpteenth time that day. "I just don't have anything that she could possibly want. Never mind love."

"You've got a firm chest."

"Skye's not shallow, Bro." Ward told him. "Anyway, she deserves a better man."

"You giving up?"

"After what I've been through all my life? I don't believe in forcing someone into something that they don't want to."

"You are a good man, Ward." Fitz told him after some moment of silence. "I'm proud to call you a brother that I never had."

"You'd make a perfect twin to my little brother Joey." Ward said with a smile and earned one from Fitz in return.

"So, shall we ask them out?"

"Remember our deal?"

"Ward - "

"Do this for me?" Ward said. "I never get to see my Joey grow up or bug him about his girlfriends. I only saw him and his wife from afar. Once, a long time ago. Do this for me, Fitz? That's all I ever ask of you."

"So you can bug me if something goes wrong?"

"I'll never do that to you Bro." Ward clapped Fitz's shoulder and shook it as a sign of promise.

"Alright." Fitz nodded as an agreement. "But if Simmons don't feel like I do? I might as well pack my bags and go back to Scotland."

"No need to go so far. You are welcome to brood the rest of your life in my cabin."

"We'll grow old and grumpy together. That's a plan."

"I'm not grumpy." Ward rebuked.

"That's right. You are dopey."

"Yeah. Dopey." Ward nodded absentmindedly as he stared out into the night sky. "I overdosed on Skye."

xox

Unknown to Ward and Fitz who were sitting under the wing of the Bus eating pretzels and downing bottles of water while having their talk, Skye and Simmons were listening to every word of their conversation via one of Fitz dwarves that Skye had gotten hold of.

To be continued...?

I'm going to end it here for now. But if you like, I could make it into a multi chapter or a sequel. What do you think? Thanks for reading.