Ward was angry. Actually no, that's incorrect. Ward was so enraged that he was about to kick a certain hacker all the way to Asgard. "SKYE! GET DOWN HERE NOW!"
The aforementioned hacker bounded down the stairs, wearing an indignant smirk on her face.
"Yes, S.O?" She smiled sweetly.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?"
"You tell me, Ward." She looked evil. A sarcastic, incorrigible, insufferable, warrior…princess. She was pretty enough to be a princess. Shut up Ward, you're mad at this little…
"YOU ATE MY SANDWICH. MY PERFECT SANDWICH THAT TOOK AN HOUR TO MAKE."
Skye smiled wider, "You betcha, Agent Ward, I did. It was delicious, thanks."
"AND THEN YOU LEFT ME A STICKY NOTE AS AN EXPLANATION."
"Oh right, how else would you have figured out my heinous, heinous crime, super spy?" She mocked.
"I KNOW YOUR HANDWRITING." Of course he knew, it was so pretty. He loved Skye's handwriting. SHUT UP WARD, YOU'RE ANGRY.
"Right, because you're skilled in professional espionage, combat…torturing rookies."
"YOU BETCHA." He took a step towards her. "Guess which rookie is in for real torture now?"
"Is this the part where I run?" Skye took a step backward, looking nervous now.
Ward just laughed, enjoying the look on Skye's face. Skye took off running through the lounge, and Ward ran after her, gaining on her quickly. Skye ran down the staircase and into the lab, panting heavily. She ducked behind the table and mouthed "Ward" at Fitzsimmons who looked confused.
Ward burst into the lab, not fazed at all, "Where is she?" He asked Fitzsimmons who had caught on to what was going on by now.
"No idea. Definitely not under the table." Simmons said unconvincingly, rubbing her nose. Lying, obviously.
"JEMMA SIMMONS." squeaked a voice under the table, "HOW COULD YOU?"
"Hey Skye." Ward smirked.
"Uh oh."
Ward crawled under the table and wrapped his arms around Skye's waist, "Caught ya."
"What are you going to do with me?"
"Many things."
"Woah, what does that mean?"
"Get your mind out of the gutter."
"Hard to, when we're in this intimate," Skye lowered her voice to a whisper, "Position."
"Don't say it."
"Things are movin' too quickly, and I'm a proper southern girl, Ya make me untidy."
Ward tightened his hold on Skye. "I do, don't I." He whispered against her neck.
"Ward. We're under a table. Can we please get out of here?"
Ward, being Ward, his first thought was to analyze the situation and his rookie's thought process. "What if you escape?"
"What if I don't want to?"
"You don't?"
"I'm curious to see where things go."
"With you? Too far, rookie."
"Always, robot. That's why you like me."
"Who says I like you?"
"This conversation is pretty indicative of our entire relationship, and you are hugging me right now. You love me." Ward hated to admit it but it was true. He would never say it out loud but he did love Skye.
"Yeah." He decided to abandon his whole Terminator façade and let himself feel for once.
"Yeah?" Skye matched his tone, leaning her head back against his shoulder. And it was that when he let go of his hold. He had guessed correctly, the moment his arms loosened, Skye had bolted from the Lab, leaving behind a not so grumpy Supervising Officer.
Ward had completely forgotten about the sandwich and was now thinking about something else.
Was he in love?
Yes, he thought. Yes.
