Author's Note:

Hey guys! Hope you enjoy this latest story from me. I am a huge fan

of both Divergent and Agents of Shield. So why not mix the two?

Disclaimer: Divergent Trilogy belongs to Veronica Roth. Agents of

Shield does not belong to me as well.

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Grant Ward's PoV:

Beep. Beep. Beep.

My alarm clock screeches. I groan as I rub the sleep from my eyes with my forefinger and thumb. 5:30am, my clock reads. The sun has not yet risen. Groggily, I roll over into my right side to escape the street lights piercing through the window. I hope for a couple more hours of rest, even though I know it is useless. Ever since I arrived at the Dauntless faction, I find my internal sleep clock has been set to 5:30am. Silently, I curse myself before my thoughts wander elsewhere; to the events that are soon to unfold. Today is the day. The day that every sixteen year old from each faction go through the aptitude test. To determine which faction they belong to best. Today is the day some lives may be changed forever, abandoning their old families to begin a new life in a new faction.

Faction before blood.

I roll my eyes at the mere thought of it. I don't believe it. To force young adolescents to sever all ties with their families seems cruel to me. To put it all behind them is unimaginable. I wish I had known what it was like. Leaving my family behind wasn't a choice. It was an escape route. I don't regret it.

Realizing sleep won't come again, I decide to prepare for another day of torturing future initiates. Another day of having to look at Christian's ugly mug. His cocky smirk alone is enough to make any initiate beg to be factionless. He may be my brother, but I'm glad that I have the power to wipe it off his face. It never used to be like that, but I'm glad he is now scared of me. Most people should be.

He may have been a puny stiff back in the day, but he could be anyone's worst nightmare. He just happens to be mine. I'm suspicious of him; always have been. Then again, I'm suspicious of people in general. I can never trust them and I expect the worst. Christian happens to be the worst of his kind. Although, he may act as Dauntless, I believe that he is more Erudite, through and through. He has always been cunning, but pair that with the ruthlessness of Dauntless and it becomes a dangerous combination. I know that he is using his cunningness to put himself in Whitehall's favour. To make himself appear superior. There is something he knows that I don't and I intend to find out.

I've discovered a way into the top secret files of Dauntless. And I've discovered files sent by Erudite. War plans. Plans for a new experiment. But what for?

Faint light begins to flow into the room and I watch as rays of gold dance across the bed sheets. I take it as a sign of Mother Nature urging me to get up. I roll out of bed and head towards the bathroom, fighting the grogginess. The air feels warm; a sign of summer approaching. I wince as the cold bathroom tiles sting my feet. It sends chills up my spine as I turn on the tap. With each splash of water on my face, I feel stronger. It wipes any and all emotions I may show. The tattooed flames of Dauntless creep out above the neckline of my black shirt. It is a fire that will never go out, a permanent reminder.

People believe that I am amazing; that I can do anything. Yet, however hard I try, I never feel strong enough. I am not worth this faction. I am nothing but a coward. The weak boy from Abnegation.

I can't look weak. I can't. I am a survivor.

I briefly glance at the mirror, trying to avoid my eyes. Everytime I look, I hate myself. I hate who I was and who I have become. My father follows me wherever I go, no matter how hard I want him to stop haunting me. To leave me be.

I crack my knuckles, trying to distract my mind from reaching too deep. Some things are meant to stay buried. I rub the stubble on my face, feeling too lazy to do anything about it. Sighing, I head back into my bedroom. There's still a bit of Stiff in me that urges me to make me bed each morning. I have tried to no avail to tame it. After all, I'm not so Dauntless as to be selfish enough to neglect my responsibilities.

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Daisy Johnson's PoV:

I step calmly through the packed crowd of students. It is almost time. Aptitude tests are today. Today, my life could change forever. What will I get? I do not know, but I am not sure if I want to.

I lean my head onto Myles shoulder. My brother is shaking slightly, I can feel it. He is afraid. I reach over and grip his hand.

"What do you think you'll get?"

He lifts his head to look down into my soft brown eyes. They are unlike his hard hazel ones.

"I-I don't know….I hope to stay here, to help mother. If anything else, I would wish it to be Erudite. Though our faction dislikes it so much."

I simply nod, understanding. My brother is selfless and smart. I am not sure where he could fit in, other than here in Abnegation or in Erudite. We are very much unlike each other and I often wonder if we are even blood related.

"I may not be much of a fan of our faction...but follow your heart. You shouldn't have a problem."

I smile encouragingly at him. He merely nods, but the nerves are still there. I gather my hair together and pull an elastic over it, into a ponytail. I decide to think about my options. Candor is a no-go for me. I have heard about their initiation and I couldn't bear it. Honesty was never something I enjoyed; especially when it comes to spilling secrets about myself. I would rather be factionless. Amity could be a possibility. I may fit into it. I highly doubt I belong in Erudite. Yet the possibility is there. I did hack into the security systems numerous times. It doesn't seem like the right fit though. Science and smarts was never my thing. Abnegation, though I feel guilty for thinking it, sounds utterly boring. I have never been truly selfless like my family. I would never last long. Dauntless sounds fun, although terrifying. Their initiation is the hardest, with many new initiates not making it. But seeing how the Dauntless students are fearless enough to climb up to the school roof or how they leap off the fast-moving train to get here, is intriguing.

I smile to myself. Dauntless. Maybe that's a place I could call home. A place to belong. Reaching the cafeteria, Myles and I grab a seat at the Abnegation table. I prop an elbow up and listen to the other Abnegation students discuss classes. I wonder if conversation in Dauntless would be more exciting than this. I glance over at their table, where various students talk, laugh and seem to be telling exciting stories. I smile. Perhaps Dauntless is where I belong.

I am jolted from my thoughts as students' names begin to be called; two from each faction at a time. I calmly sit and wait for my name to be called, picking at the dirt under my nails.

"Myles and Daisy Johnson from Abnegation."

A speaker calls. My stomach feels like one giant knot...twisted and turned. I stand and begin to walk towards one of the doors. My legs are shaky, but I try my best to hide it. I take a deep breath. Well, here goes nothing.