Hey babes! Got a new story for ya! I'm really, really excited about this one, it's gonna be really good.
This one spawned from the two beautiful OC's that me and my friend created on Tumblr, the children of Skyeward, Adian and Ava, and the idea of them being twins and following in their parents footsteps at SHIELD.
This story's pretty much all written, I just have to go through and make sure everything is exactly how I want it to be. But I had this first chapter done and really wanted to post it for you guys.
Also, it isn't going to be a Skyeward-centric story, though they will appear throughout it, as it focuses on Adian and Ava. I hope you love them as much as I do. :)
Enjoy!
"Grant," Skye calls out when she sees her husband approaching her in one of the many long hallways of the Operations building of SHIELD Academy, sliding her cell phone back into her pocket. "Where are the kids?" she asks him when she reaches him, seeing him alone with just their dog.
"I thought they were with you," he says, his brows furrowing together, one hand reaching down as a signal for the German Sheppard next to him to stop walking.
"They were," she tells him. "But they got bored while I was lecturing and said they wanted to hang out with you and Max so I told them to come find you."
"You let them walk around by themselves?" he asks, his brows rising. "They're only five, Skye."
She rolls her eyes. "Yes, I know that, Grant, I'm the one who carried them inside me and then gave birth to them. And it's not like they were in any real danger while walking round. They've been here so many times and everyone around here knows them."
"Okay, so maybe you're right on that front. But they never made it to the class I was teaching. So I have absolutely no idea where they are."
Skye sighs. "Neither do I." She closes her eyes and rubs a hand over her forehead in frustration and concern for her children. "Why on earth did we have to have two kids at the same time?" she asks. "It just causes so much more stress than I'd like."
"It's not like we had much control over it, babe," Grant tells his wife with a small smile. "They just to come at the same time. And it makes all the stress and concern worth it when they smile at us or call us 'mommy' and 'daddy' and say they love us," he counters her earlier statement.
Skye lets a smile cross over her lips at the thought of the last five years with her kids and all the happier moments spent with them. "Yeah, that is a pretty great feeling." She takes a deep breath. "Well, we should probably find them and take them home since it's getting close to dinner time. Unfortunately for us, as much as the other agents and cadets love having them around all the time whenever we're here, I really don't think they'd appreciate us just up and leaving them here."
Grant chuckles. "Yeah, you're probably right. Although, you have to admit that it'd be good for the cadets' training, having to try and keep their cool in a high-stress situation."
Skye laughs with him at the thought of Operations Cadets losing their minds trying to take care of two five year olds and having absolutely no idea what they're doing. "Mm. Yes. That would definitely put them to the test. But we should probably go and find them now, right?"
Grant nods. "That would probably be the responsible parent thing to do."
Skye sighs and begins making her way down the hall. "I guess if we really have to be responsible parents and not abandon our children."
Grant follows behind her, Max dutifully at his side, an amused smile on the man's lips as he eventually falls into step right beside her. His hand subconsciously finds her own, their fingers lacing together as they walk down the hall in search of their kids.
"Where should we look first?" he asks her after a quiet minute.
"I honestly think that we should just walk around the building and hope we find them somewhere. They really could have ended up just about anywhere."
Grant nods his head in agreement. "Very true. Let's just hope they didn't end up anywhere too crazy."
"They're probably fine wherever they are," she assures him. "Like I said before, everyone here knows our kids and won't let them get into any harm. Though, it makes you wonder why no one has called us about seeing the kids just wandering the halls."
Skye's jerked to a stop, her husband's hand tugging on hers when something catches Grant's attention out the corner of his eye and he comes to an abrupt stop.
"Skye? I found the kids," he calls out to her, standing in the doorway to one of the many gyms, his eyes staring straight ahead. "You better come over here and see this."
Skye takes a few steps and joins her husband in the open doorway, a small laugh escaping her at the sight before her.
"Good job, Adian," one of the Operations cadets says to the small brunette boy standing barefoot on the dark blue training mat in the center of the room. "You remembered to do it exactly how I showed you."
"What about me, Charlie?" the little brunette girl standing barefoot on the mat speaks up, putting her hands on her hips in a way that reminds Grant so much of his wife when she gets irritated with anyone.
The young cadet smiles down at the girl. "You did a very good job too, Ava."
Ava beams. "Thanks. Was I just like my mommy?"
Charlie laughs quietly and nods his head. "You've certainly got her spunk, that's for sure. Are you going to be an agent like your mom when you grow up?"
Ava nods. "Yeah!"
"Me too!" Adian exclaims, a wide smile on his face. "I wanna be like daddy!"
Grant and Skye stand in the doorway for a few more minutes, Skye leaning into her husband's side, watching as their children do different flips on the mat, and kicks and hits aimed at the lowered training dummies set up. The two kids have wide smiles on their faces as they move about the mat, occasionally stopping for validation from the blonde man in the room.
"Adian Leo and Ava Rose," Skye finally speaks up after a little while, getting her children's attention.
Both kids look over and their smiles immediately widen when they see their parents. "Mommy! Daddy!"
They instantly run toward their parents, each one attaching themselves to a parent, hugging tightly to their legs.
Grant and Skye both laugh at their kids' excitement, leaning down to lift each kid off the floor and into their arms. Adian and Ava wrap their arms around the necks of the parent holding them and leaning into them comfortably with tiny smiles on their faces.
"Thank you for looking after them, Charlie," Grant says to the young blonde. "Even though they should have come straight to me instead of finding their way here," he says, tickling the stomach of the little girl in his arms, making her giggle.
Charlie smiles at the sound and shrugs. "It was really no problem, Agent Ward. They're fun kids. It was a nice way to relax and de-stress before starting my final year."
"Charlie showed us how to fight like you and mommy," Ava states from her dad's arms, sitting up a little taller.
"We saw," Skye says. "But you were supposed to go find your dad like you told me you would do. Not come to the gym."
"Sorry, mommy," Adian says from his mom's arms. "We wanted to be like you and daddy and learn how to fight the bad guys."
Ava nods her head in agreement with her brother. "Yeah. We wanna be Agents of SHIELD too."
"Finish your schooling first," Grant tells his children. "Then when you're old enough, if you still want to, you can join the Academy."
Adian and Ava look at each other with the widest grins on their tiny faces, a silent conversation passing between the two young children, like they've done many, many times before.
*13 years later*
"Ava! Hurry up!" Adian pounds on the bathroom door with his fist, growing more irritated at his sister's ability to take seemingly forever in the bathroom getting ready for just about anything. "Come on! Hurry up! You're taking forever!" he yells again after getting no response.
"There's more than one bathroom, Adian!" Ava shouts back through the closed door.
"Yeah, well all my stuff's in this one. And you know that."
A few seconds pass in silence before the door swings open to reveal a young brunette girl standing on the other side. She's dressed in a pair of dark skinny jeans, a t-shirt of one of her favorite bands, and a gray zip up hoodie over top. A pair of Converse are on her feet and her hair is pulled back into a messy bun on top of her head.
"You're such a girl," she says to her brother as she flips the bathroom light off.
Adian rolls his eyes at her comment. "And you're in my way. I need to get ready to go."
Ava steps past him and begins making her way down the hall toward the stairs. "Take too long and I won't save you any breakfast," she calls over her shoulder.
"Wouldn't expect you to," Adian calls back, stepping inside the bathroom and closing the door behind him as he turns the light back on.
Ava continues her way down the hall, descending the stairs and then turning into the kitchen, finding her parents already inside, moving about the room fluidly, as if they're doing a dance with one another while making breakfast for the family.
She leans against the doorway and watches the scene for a moment with a happy smile on her face, witnessing the sweet moments between the pair, all the small touches and quick kisses as they move.
It's honestly amazing to her that her parents are still so in love after having been married for what seems like forever in her eyes, when most of her friends' parents are either divorced or were never even together to start. She loves getting to watch them like this, being happy and in love without a single care in the world; it shows her what she wants in her own future relationship. Someone who loves her completely and will do anything for her.
"Good morning, sweetheart."
Ava's pulled from her thoughts to see her parents looking at her with smiles on both their faces. Her dad is standing in front of the stove top while her mom is standing by the fridge with two mugs, waiting for the coffee machine to be done brewing. She notices the mugs are the ones that she and her brother made them for Christmas when they were younger, the hardened clay being rough and misshapen.
"Morning," she says back to her parents, moving toward the table and sitting down. "Hi Captain," she greets the German Sheppard lying in his bed in the far corner of the room. "How'd you guys sleep?" she asks her parents.
"Pretty good," her mom answers. "You?"
Ava shrugs. "As well as I usually do. What's for breakfast?"
"You and your brothers' favorite," Skye tells her.
Ava grins and sits up taller. "Chocolate chip pancakes?"
Grant smiles and nods. "But of course. Today's a special day so it requires a special breakfast. We've also got bacon, scrambled eggs, hash browns, and some freshly squeezed orange juice for you and your brother to enjoy."
"What on earth are we gonna do at the Academy every day for four years without you, dad?" Ava sighs and grabs a couple spoonfuls of eggs to put on the plate in front of her.
"You love the food at the Academy," Skye says to her daughter, pouring the freshly brewed coffee into the two mugs. "You and your brother used to try and smuggle some of it out whenever we had to leave after spending all day there."
"Yeah, I know." She reaches forward to grab at some pancakes with her fork. "But it's nowhere near as good as the food dad makes. He just has a certain…gift."
"Who has a gift?"
Ava turns her head to see her brother entering the room and sitting down next to her, wearing a simple pair of blue jeans and dark t-shirt, much like their dad wears on an everyday basis.
"Dad at the stove," she tells her twin, grabbing the bottle of syrup for her pancakes.
Adian nods. "Ah, yeah. She's right," he agrees, grabbing a couple of strips of bacon and dropping them onto his plate before reaching for the hash browns. "Nobody makes better food than you do, dad. It's as simple as that." He tosses a strip of bacon to Captain when his parents' backs are turned.
Ava nods in agreement with her brother, her mouth full of warm, fluffy pancakes. "Mm-hmm."
"Well if my kids love my food then I'm definitely not one to complain," Grant says with a quiet chuckle, turning back to the stove to flip the last of the pancakes.
Adian and Ava finish filling their plates and begin eating their breakfast, taking turns to toss bits of their food to Captain when their parents aren't looking, a game they started when they were younger with their late dog Max.
Skye takes a deep breath as she turns and focuses her attention on her two children. "Don't take too long eating, okay? We've got a busy day ahead of us. As soon as you're done, go make sure you've packed up everything you'll need and get it in the back of the car."
"I'm pretty much all packed up," Ava states after swallowing some orange juice. "I think I just have one or two more things to take care of and then I'll be completely ready."
Skye nods. "Good. Adian?" She looks over at her son. "Are you all packed and ready to go?"
Adian shrugs. "Kind of."
Skye raises an eyebrow. "Kind of? What exactly do you mean by that?"
Ava smirks and looks over at him. "You totally haven't even packed anything yet, have you?"
"Yes, I have."
Ava snorts. "Like what? Your hair care products?"
"Hey. It takes a lot of work for my hair to look this good." He runs a hand gently over the top of his dark brown, almost black, hair that's been styled just right for the teen.
Ava laughs and shakes her head. "I still can't believe how much you care about your hair. I don't even care that much and I'm the girl."
"You don't care about anything," Adian retorts.
"Not true. I care about many things."
Adian leans back in his seat and crosses his arms over his chest. "Really? Name one."
"I don't have to listen to you."
"See, you don't care. I was so right."
Ava's eyes narrow. "Shut up before I punch you."
"I'd like to see you try."
"You know, I'm really not going to miss all the bickering between them when they leave," Skye says quietly to her husband, leaning back against the counter with her coffee, watching her teenage twins bicker with one another. The bickering between the two of them nothing new for the teens.
Grant shakes his head. "Definitely not. It is going to be weird having it so quiet around here all the time, though."
"You know what one good thing about having an empty house now is, though?"
"What?"
Skye gives him a sly smile over the rim of her cup. "No interruptions."
Grant's breath catches in his throat at the insinuation from his wife and he looks down at her with a shake of his head. "You wicked, wicked woman."
Skye just laughs at the look on his face, setting her cup down and turning fully to face him. "I'm just stating the facts, babe." She wraps her arms up around his neck, rising up a little onto her toes and ghosting her lips over his. "I've got so many ideas of what we can do after we get home from dropping the kids off."
Grants smiles, his eyes slowly closing. "Mm. I'm all ears."
Skye lets out a quiet giggle as Grant presses a lingering kiss right below her jaw line. She lets one hand fall to his upper arm while the other cradles the back of his head, threading her fingers through his hair as her husband kisses his way down her neck.
"Hey, step apart over there you two," Ava calls out to her parents, her and Adian finally taking notice of them.
"Yeah," Adian says. "Dad, remove your hands and back away from mom right now."
"You're parents with children," Ava says, her brows furrowed and her nose turned up. "That's highly inappropriate for the two for you to be doing. I don't even want to think about what you two would have done if Adian and I weren't in the room."
Skye turns her head and looks at her daughter with a smirk. "Oh believe me, Ava, it's a very good thing that you and your brother are in the room right now. I've never been able to keep my hands off your father and that is never going to change."
Adian and Ava both groan, their faces twisting up further in disgust.
"You two are worse than teenagers sometimes," Ava tells them.
Skye looks back at her husband with a sneaking smile before rising back onto her toes and pulling him down into a long kiss, one of her hands firmly cupping the back of his neck. Grant's hands land on her hips, gripping tightly and holding her body close to his own, letting out a small moan from the back of his throat at the contact.
"Oh, gross!"
"Seriously? What's wrong with you two?"
"I've lost my appetite."
"I think I'm gonna hurl."
Skye pulls away from Grant with a quiet laugh, listening to the two pairs of feet darting across the hardwood flooring. "Works every time."
"Yes it does. Except for the fact that they left their dirty dishes on the table."
Skye sighs and turns toward the open doorway. "Kids! Get your butts back down here!"
So? What did you think? Let me know in a review down below. I'd love to hear your thoughts.
I'm really looking forward to this one, so I hope you guys are too.
Until next time,
Jellybean96 out!
