I sat on my bed, fiddling with the bracelet around my wrist. I curled up into a tight ball around a pillow letting the information I had just received sink in. My parents may have been part of S.H.I.E.L.D, I could be one step closer to finding out who I am. The only problem is there is a lot of could's in that, and I don't really know if they are from S.H.I.E.L.D the person who sent me to the orphanage could have just found me I need to know but I am no closer to this than I am to completing one of the stupid training drills.
There was a knock on my door, I looked up to see it slide open and revel Ward, he filled the frame standing like a soldier at attention. I sighed and pushed myself off the bed, hopping there was no longer the traces of tears that had been running down my face before.
Ward still didn't say anything, just turned on his heal and marched down the corridor. I assumed by the look on his face I was to follow him, I couldn't think of what I had done but then again that doesn't mean much half the time I forget about little things that seem to tick Ward of big time. As we rounded a corner I recognized with a muffled groan where we were headed, the cargo hold, or better known place of torture and suffering.
As we reached the top of the stairs down to where Coulson's collectible car, diagnostics lab and training equipment were stationed Ward turned to me. "for one, your late, for two I had to come and get you and thirdly you've been slacking off so I want to see a full exercise drill then meet me on the mats, I want to introduce you to hand to hand combat"
I stood there staring at him for a moment and he turned to glare at me "Rookie I didn't put in a 'if you would like to' for a reason"
"yes sir"
I muttered under my breath, before waking over to the first exercise on the circuit. Chin ups, possibly the most painful exercise I had to do, normally Ward would go off and do his own thing but today he seemed to decide that I required his full attention. So there I was, and he was standing next to me occasionally barking criticisms my way. "Tuck your elbows in close to your body"
"hold it up, it's no use just hanging there"
I dropped to the ground and sighed, before turning to face him "is it possible for you to say anything nice or are you only programmed to be derogatory and arrogant?"
"Get back to it, I want to see you fit enough to keep pace with me if you ever need to"
"like that's ever going to happen"
I muttered under my breath, then turned my attention back to the chin-up bar and narrowed my eye's I was not going to give Ward the satisfaction of seeing me give up. After the third chin-up I was beginning to regret my promise, my arms were screaming my core was aching and my arms felt like they had turned to jelly. I was about to try again when Ward broke into my focused mind set and said "rotation, you're on the treadmill."
I walked slowly trying to give my body some time to recuperate before I began again. "Hurry up Skye we haven't got all day"
I rolled my eyes and stepped onto instrument of torture mark two of the day. I began on a brisk walk, which Ward promptly turned up to resemble more of a fast jog. I felt sweat begin to bead on my face and run down my cheeks, I tried not to let the pain of my aching muscles show my face. I kept going pushing deeper every time I thought I couldn't go any further.
Without warning Ward switched off the treadmill causing me to stumble at the sudden change of velocity. I glared up at him "apology accepted"
he shrugged "We will cut today's training short so that you can practice hand to hand combat"
"okay"
I admit I was a little shocked that he decided to cut training short that wasn't his style but I suppose everyone can change, and I am sure he could easily torture me with hand to hand combat. We both walked onto two large blue gymnastics mats on one side there was a training dummy, I had seen May using it for training. Ward stood in the center of the mat and began by giving me a 'this is important you learn speech', that was then closely followed by the 'you should respect your S.O speech'. Then he actually started teaching. "You will begin with the basics, you have been practicing punching but now it's time to learn a basic kicking style, when you kick you want to get your leg up as high as you can…"
I listened to him taking for a bit before we began the drills, "now keep your leg as straight as possible when you go at kick, and be prepared for them to defend themselves"
I sighed this was difficult "why do I have to learn this anyway?"
Ward ignored my question instead continuing with his instructions. "When you put someone in a headlock you must force them to the ground so they can't do this"
and with that he flipped him from where I had my arm around his neck to lying on the floor in front of him "you asked why you need to now this? You need to expect attack you always need to anticipate then next move"
and before I knew what was going on Ward was lying on top of me pinning me to the ground. I tried to come up with a witty response but all I could think of was how buff he must be if I would feel his abs through his t-shirt.
He got up and I jumped to my feet "practice basic kicks on the dummy"
"how many?"
"until I say stop"
this is going to be a very long day, I began to kick the stupid manikin, it wasn't as bad as I thought it might be I mean it is really good to remove anger and I can't really punch my S.O so this'll have to do.
