Dead
Years have passed by as if it were days. Days have passed by as if it were hours. Hours have passed by as if it were minutes. And minutes have passed by as if it were seconds.
Not once did I think it would be him who would have the gun pointed at me.
Agent Grant Ward, with S.H.E.I.L.D. His greetings so plain and bold. It has all been a lie.
Him jumping off a plane for Jemma. Him keeping Fitz safe in that suicide mission. Him sleeping with May. Him helping us save Coulson from the clutches of Centipede. Him being my friend, my SO, my crush. It has all been a lie.
"Skye. I don't want to hurt you. Garett just needs you to decrypt the hard drive so he can live," Ward tried to explain.
"Oh, I get it. You think I'm going to help you save Garett's life and betray Coulson. I will not betray the one real family I ever had just so you can fulfill your debt to Garett. He could go to hell for all I care about," I snapped.
"Skye, you really don't have a choice. I have a gun, you don't."
"Ward, I'm human. I always have a choice. You, you're the one who doesn't have a choice. You're a traitor. No…you're a monster."
"Skye…" Ward began.
I ignored him. "This is Agent Skye. An O-8-4 is about to be released. Evacuate the building," I said into the coms. "Ward, everyone in the team is dead, but you knew that. Your betrayal killed them. It killed me. May won't even talk to anyone. She'll just lock herself up in the cockpit. She won't even come out to eat. Coulson, he won't look at any of us in the eye. He won't smile anymore. He won't talk to anyone. He walks around the 'bus like a ghost. Fitzsimmons. They won't talk to me or even each other. They just sit and make new kill machines. You know what Fitz's said when he found out you turned. He said that no one was born evil, Grant. But, I guess he was wrong. You are evil. You were born evil. It wasn't your older brother who killed your brother; it was you. You killed him because you didn't throw down that rope. You're a killer Ward, a cold-blooded murderer!"
"Agent Skye, this is Agent Maria Hill. The building is clear of any agents. You may release the O-8-4 now." I let go.
A blue light fanned out. It broke windows. Shards of glass went flying. Ward flew into a wall. His gun landed at my feet. I starred at it.
"Skye…" I heard a gasp.
I picked up the gun. I released the safety and walked over to Ward.
"Skye… what…was that?" he said with difficulty.
"It was me Ward. I'm an O-8-4. I am a killing machine. While you were gone, Strike Team Delta trained me. They made me lethal. They made me someone you could make me. So, thank you Grant Ward for nothing." I pointed the gun at him.
"Skye…please…" Ward begged.
"Go rot in hell, Ward!" I said as I shot him.
I walked away.
! #$%^&*!
Years have passed since I killed Ward. Yet, he haunts me every day. I see him everywhere I go. When I walk in to the lounge, I see him reading. When I walk to the cargo bay, I see him working out. When I go to the bar, I see him sitting there handing me a drink. There is not one place where I don't see him.