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NOTE: I wrote this fic years ago now (well, two...) so the writing's shit. I'm really not too pleased with this fic anymore, but it shows my development as a fan fic writer, so that's why I haven't deleted it.
But if you're wanting to read this, please do, and enjoy it! The plot's a little all over the place, and the updates are painfully short, but it can be enjoyed.
Have fun reading!
Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D
CHAPTER ONE: Introducing Anna
Skye
Me and Grant had been dating for nearly a year now.
Our anniversary...was I looking forward to it? Hell, was he looking forward to it? I had no idea. ven now, Grant still managed to hide so much away. I let it lie...sometimes.
"Skye?" Coulson ducks his head into my room. "Come up. We've a guest." Sighing, I follow Phil Coulson. Another guest? The last one, one of FitzSimmon's sciencey buddies, had bored me to sleep.
We gather in front of the ramp. I nudge Grant with my shoulder: he looks down and gives me a small smile.
A tall woman, dressed in clothes similar to Melinda's: all black and serious. I'm like, where's the colour here? She has an elegant jawline, sparkling green eyes and a smooth ponytail of caramel highlighted brown hair.
"Hello, Coulson." She says cripsly. They shake hands.
Next to me, Grant stiffens.
"Whtat's up, buddy?" I whisper out of the corner of my mouth. But before he can answer, the woman steps in front of it.
"Hello, Grant. I trust you're well." She says.
"I'm fine, Anna." He says, gazing straight past the woman. Hell. He knows her?
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