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This is sequel to one of my other fic "THE DEBT" you can find it in my profile. If you don't want to read the other one (come on...you know you can do it) here's a summary:
AU, where Skye always had fait in Ward, even after he stole the hard drive and was revealed as an Hydra agent. The whole team goes to fight Garrett and Skye ends up being tortured and even getting shot. Ward manages to help her escape and fights and kills Garrett. While the compound is about to fall down Skye and Grant meet again and fight when he made her think that he had killed Coulson. Ward is severely injured and is dying, but the team saves his life with Skye's help. She realizes that he had saved her life before and returns the favor by helping him escape and getting him a new identity to start a new life. Grant is now a Shield fugitive but he keeps going because of Skye's promise to find him again. (That's for The Debt)
Now THIS FIC… takes place after some kind of Age of Ultron's AU… where the machines attacker the world and started a war that destroyed many of the major cities.
I don't own any of these amazing characters.
FINDING HOME AGAIN
He waited.
The first couple of months were hell, a man with his skills working at a coffee shop in a little town in Massachusetts sounded kind of ridiculous, even for the ordinary Thomas Edwards, of course she had to use Tom Brady's names… somehow… to create his new identity.
He tried to keep his mind busy. Ho got a job and rented a little apartment. He was thrilled to find out that Thomas Edwards had a credit history, social security, even a license, everything to establish his new life.
But now he was more interested in other things. The first item he bought was a laptop. He opened a facebook page, twitter, youtube, instagram, and every single kind of social network he could find, even if he didn't have any friends or contacts, he just had to be there, for her to find him.
So he waited… for a sign, for something. He kept his laptop on, every day and every night, waiting for Skye to contact him, but she never did.
He wasn't done yet, even after two years he still had hope, but no one could predict what happened next: The war.
Half of the country was invaded, attacked by a brutal force: Ultron. The war lasted for months; even the Avengers didn't seem to be able to contain such destruction, then the world needed soldiers. He wasn't Thomas Edwards; he was Grant Ward, a soldier.
When he enlisted half of him was hoping that he could see her again, maybe get in contact with Shield somehow; but the other half just wanted to give up, maybe meet his destiny and put an end to his life fighting. Like a hero.
He came back home when it was over, like a hero indeed, but still alive. They had won, but now he had lost all hope. Now he didn't even know if she was alive. Shield came back, Shield fought the war and Skye was with them.
Back in his stupid apartment everything felt as empty as always. He just had a bed and a chair, some clothes and his laptop, but communications had not been restored since the machines took over, so what was the point?
He looked for some cheap bottle of whiskey he had. Even if Skye was alive she had no way to contact him. Maybe she never wanted to see him again, maybe she was just dead.
He stared out the window. Everything seemed so normal. Mashpee survived the war when the machines focused on the big cities and not little towns like this one; at least he still had a place to come back to, even if he didn't have a reason. It was early in the afternoon when he closed his eyes, holding an empty bottle. He had a celebration act to attend to, along with some other soldiers who had survived, but he didn't want to go, he just wanted to sleep.
"Hey, Tom! Is nice to have you back, man. I missed you at the town hall?" One of his neighbors said when he saw him in the hallway "Are you ok?"
"My name is Grant" He muttered, feeling a little dizzy.
"What did you say? Hey… Tom?" The older man grabbed his arm "It's kind of late, they are telling us to stay at home until everything is back to normal"
Grant looked at the hand grabbing his bicep and then back to the man "Don't. ever. Touch. me"
He walked away in silence. He needed to find more alcohol, somewhere. Now they were living in a new world, and he wasn't prepared to start a life again, to accept the fact that he wouldn't see her again and live another boring day.
He walked down the dark streets, but everything was closed. Maybe he would just break in one of the stores and find a bottle.
In that moment he felt it, a gun against his back. That pour soul had made a big mistake.
"Ok, pretty boy, it's time to empty your pockets… and don't turn around"
It had to be the alcohol running through his veins and now getting to his head. He just laughed.
"What are you laughing at? You dickhead! I'll shoot you"
He stopped laughing. He wasn't that crazy, not yet. It was Skye's voice. And whatever she was using to poke him, it wasn't a gun... he was to drunk to notice immediately. He turned to see her. He had to see.
And there she was, Skye, wearing a hoodie, holding a wooden stick and looking scared. Before she could run he pulled her for a hug. He clung to her, as she was all the air he needed to live.
"Oh my God, you're alive, you're here" He pressed her tiny body against his with all his strength, not realizing how uncomfortable she was, or that she was trying to push him away.
She managed to pull one of her arms free and hit him with her wooden stick as hard as she could. He let her go and she started running.
"No, no! stop!" He chased her "Please, wait… SKYE!" Grant yelled and she froze in her place immediately, turning around to face him again.
"How did you just call me?"
"Skye" He said with eyes filled with tears "What's happening?"
"How do you know my name?" Her grip on the stick tightened. She moved closer to him, slowly.
"What are you talking about? Skye, it's me, Ward" He tried to touch her but she pulled away. She looked scared, confused. "Grant... It's me, Skye. Please, what are you doing?"
She stopped "I'm sorry… I don't know you"
"What?" He felt his heart broke as she started to walk away from him again. Not again. What was happening? She looked scared, scared of him. She didn't recognize him, why? "Wait! No… Do you need money? I can give you money… or food, whatever you need! Don't go!"
"Why? Or better… why should I trust you?"
"Because you already do. You are... Please, just don't go. You shouldn't be alone. It could be dangerous"
"Says the one who was about to rob a liquor store? And I noticed you're drunk by the way. So thanks, but no thanks, weirdo" She was about to leave when he spoke again.
"Do you have a place to stay?"
"Wow… I'm not that desperate, really"
He ignored her and took a step forward "Is it a van? A blue one?" Skye frowned; he continued "Why are you here?"
He was about to speak again when they heard the sound of a car approaching, probably the military patrol.
"Shit" She said, "If I go with you, will you tell me why do you know all this stuff?"
"Yes"
She hesitated for a second "Don't try anything"
"I swear you're safe with me. Come on"
He offered his hand but she didn't take it. Skye just followed him to his building, a few blocks away. She sill had her doubts. She had never trusted a stranger, even a really hot one, but there was something about this guy, and he seemed to have answers. That's what Skye really needed… answers.
That's all for now, pleas tell me what you think so far :)
