Coulson simply returned the smile and stepped back and Ward moved forward.
'Where is the HYDRA Head-quarters, Skye?' Ward's voice was cold and distant, and Skye's heart clenched.
'Maybe if you ask nicely, I'll tell you.' She said in a sing-song, batting her eye-lashes at Ward.
The man kept his face indifferent and continued to keep his cold gaze on Skye.
Out of the corner of her eye, Skye saw that Coulson had left the room, and she leant forward towards Ward.
The uniform they gave her to wear in the cell was rather skimpy, a low cut top and tight pants.
She used whatever she could, and gave Ward an eyeful of her cleavage.
It was entertaining; looking at Ward's distracted face for a split second before he would make the wall opaque again with an angry huff and Skye heard him stomping out of the room.
She laughed out loud, the sound amplified as it echoed in the small cell.
As she continued to laugh, a tear trickled down her cheek.
The laughter died in her throat as she sat down on the bed and buried her face into her hands and silently cried.
Damn it. Seeing Ward still caused this reaction from her. She could still remember the look of utter betrayal and anger in Ward's eyes when he tackled her. It haunted her, for days and nights.
She didn't deserve to forget.
'You're a traitor.' Ward's voice rang in her head.
She nodded in agreement. She was a traitor.
