Agents of Shield

Dark Deceptions: Part 2

He lost track of the days, in here night and day meant nothing with no other form of entertainment he thought of her. Just as he had seem to pass out Skye slipped inside, all were asleep save for her. Recouping from the last mission they all seemed exhausted but she'd only been left with more questions. Quietly she sat in the dark as he watched her beneath dark lashes. He didn't give away he was awake, no he would use this little encounter to try and sway her feelings. He had said he'd never lie to her again but faking a nightmare wasn't right out lying. He saw it more as acting, giving a certain depth to their boring existence for the moment.

Truth was he had many nightmares to pull agony from, not all of what he'd told her had been lies. There were plenty of evil he'd witnessed both with his family and HYDRA, it's all a matter of perspective anyway.

Subtle tensing of his muscles, painful groan mixed with a hand raised as if to stop an attacker... The small dim nightlight of sorts put off the perfect saddening glow to a tormented man's plea's to stop. And in his actions the whole thing turned to reality for him. Another time, another place, the pain felt was real, the blood forming in his mouth had a metallic taste as he got a boot to the gut.

Immersed in the alter reality he fought to get away from the larger teenager. Where he was tall and thin his brother was thick muscles and a stature made for football, he'd taken the worst of it to protect his smaller brother but he knew the eldest Ward was not done by a long shot.

His heart began to pump wildly scrambling away from his attacker. Managing to get to his feet before the next blow came, sending him crashing back against his father's truck. Which only served to block him in as his brother laid into him. The right hook breaking his nose and fracturing his jaw wasn't really felt at once. You're body can only handle so much and just gives you the most painful at the time. So when he broke two fingers on Grant's right hand that was all he felt. The cry was real enough to bring Skye out of her seat he was vaguely aware of her presence but caught up in the memory. Beads of perspiration broke out as he slipped further into the memory, Skye forgotten. He hadn't even noticed when she stood close to the barrier, hand raised a look of confusion and horror on her face. Who was really playing who here?

Grant's weaknesses had been exploited by all of them around him for most of his life. He'd been the perfect malleable solider crafted from a broken boy suffering from PTSD and made to believe he could control himself in any situation. It's easier to deal with things if you think you are the one in control. But Grant was not in control not entirely, HYDRA was very efficient. They're method's brutal but time tested and proved. Just as the Winter Solider had been wiped so had Grant, he just hadn't figured that out yet.

All the good, all the softness any tenderness from anyone had been taken from him until only Garret was all that had remained, till her. Skye glanced up at the security camera's trained on Grant. The thought crossed her mind to disengage the cell but common sense kept her from it. This man lying there seeming tormented in his sleep was as dangerous as they come, killer and liar to boot. But something in her heart screamed out maybe, just maybe he isn't completely gone. They had teased her at the beginning of her training about truth serum, it had came to mind more than once since she'd found out tall, dark and handsome was down here...

Coulson would surely kick her ass for unauthorized interrogation of a prisoner but the stakes were high. If this guy really was one of their best they needed to turn the tables and break him. Extract the information needed to stop HYDRA and find out what the Obelisk really was and prevent Coulson and even possible herself from going nuts like Garret.

Grant was winding down from the full scale daydream nightmare he'd just dove into to gain sympathy. Turning his head ever so slightly he let her name escape from his lips in a dramatic play. Skye starred at him telling herself what she was about to do was about getting information not about revenge and certainly not about satisfying her own riddled heart over one traitor known as Grant Ward.

Turning on her heel suddenly, Grant faking his waking reached for her rolling off the cot swiftly calling out her name in desperation but to his displeasure she kept walking. She needed to talk to Simmons and get some straight answers about methods of truth extraction.

As Grant watched the object of his desire stride away without so much as a backwards glance his eyes narrowed. Cold little bitch today she was... he wanted her alone with him and then they'd see how frigid she was. He was betting he'd have her panting his name rather quickly. Least that's what he told himself. Nothing he wanted ever escaped his grasp for long including the hacker turned agent.

Confident smirk, he'd find a pressure point and then it would be all over. This war raging really was nothing he wanted to stay in. No what he wanted was Skye scantly clad, completely devoted and in love with him. He had to have that, he deserved it. All the shit he'd done the crap he'd waded... she was his prize and once he had his hands on her he was never letting go. He had no loyalties except to himself for his heart's longing now.