Morwen pov

I wake up from the sound of heavy footsteps and my door being thrown open.
My reflexes, perfected by years of training, immediately kick in.
I stand beside my bed the second my throwing knife hits the doorframe, just an inch from the intruders head.
A second knife is already in my hands.
I'm ready to throw it if the man doesn't listen to my warning.
I feel the adrenaline rush trough my veins.
"Have you gone mad?!" He screams, while pulling the knife out.
I now see it's agent Ward, with a shocked look on his face.
I lower my knife."O my god, I'm so sorry!"
I say as I quickly move closer to see if he's hurt.
I know I didn't hit him but still, it would be bad to be the cause of an injury of my supervisor.

"What were you thinking?"
He's still screaming, stepping forward angry.
He looks at me like I'm insane. Now I'm offended.
"You came barging into my room! What part of Romanov do you not understand?"
I too step forward with anger.
We're so close now, we could touch.
I feel the heat radiating from his anger-filled body.
"You shouldn't scare me like that."
He seems to understand how much he startled me. The look of anger vanishes.
"It's six in the morning, We have a case, so Coulson wanted me to come get you."
He explains in a soft voice.
He looks away from my eyes and immediately turns bright red.
"Meeting room is next to the living room."
He manages to say before storming out again.
I look down in confusion of his sudden departure.
Shit! I was still in my nightwear during our talk (if you can call it that, since it was more like screaming than talking).
Meaning I was in my bra and very short short pants, with him so close.
I get dressed, my cheeks burning from embarrassment.
It's not that I'm insecure about my body.
I didn't mind Natasha seeing me in my sleeping wear.
She used to give me a goodnight kiss, even when I was older.
We stayed up talking about everything, both already dressed for sleep.
But she was like family.
This guy, this Ward. He's an agent and has already seen me vulnerable in my first week here.
Damn it Morwen. Keep it together.
What kind of master assassin are you?
You're not with Natasha anymore, you have to take care of yourself.
I decide to just act like it didn't happen.
Maybe he'll forget about it that way..

Ward pov

As I walk into the meeting room, I realize that I'm still holding onto Morwens knife.
It actually looks pretty, a bit too fancy though. It's black with golden details on the blade.
With a sigh, I let it slide in my pocket.
I'll give it back later. "Is she coming?" May asks.
I nod and sit down on a chair next to Fitzsimmons.
Everyone is fully dressed, even though it's early in the morning.
We've been a team for a while now, so when Coulson says we have a case, we now what to do.
I like being a part of this team better than I had expected.

We wait in silence for a few minutes until Morwen comes in.
She's wearing an outfit that's much more agent-worthy.
It consists of a pair of black jeans, black boots and a black top.
Her black leather jacket is slung over her right arm.
Her outfit is finished with a black belt, full of weapons.
It all has some golden details, like her knife. I smile mentally.
That's more like it. She stands next to May, looking serious.
I try to catch her sight, wanting to give her knife back, but she looks straight ahead.
I hope I didn't offend her too much, by violating her privacy this morning.

Coulson has already started to talk so I focus on the case again.
I shouldn't let myself get distracted so easily.
"It doesn't appear to be done on purpose. More like some mutant who lost his control.
However, we need to find the person responsible before he or she harms someone."
With one last photo of the burned houses, the meeting is ended.
"We land in ten." May announces before taking off, returning to her pilot seat again.

We take off with our SUV's as soon as we land.
May drives one, with me and Morwen in the back seats.
The other agents take the second vehicle.
May's driving is the same as her flying, which means terrifyingly fast.
We bump occasionally as we race over the muddy road, surrounded by meadows and woods.
My elbow accidently hits Morwen's ribs a couple of times, hard enough to form a bruise.
But if she has felt it, she doesn't show. She just keeps looking straight ahead.

We're heading towards the house that burned down most recently.
Despite her knife throwing act this morning, I am concerned about Morwen.
It's her first case with the team.
Although I'm sure she has had many with Natasha and maybe even with agent Barton.
I decide to give her some last advise, before we will be facing a fire throwing mutant.
"Make sure to stay close to me." I tell her, not sure what she's used to.
A duo is different from a team.
"Why?"
"Because I'm your supervising agent and I don't want you to mess up."
That sounded meaner than I meant to, but at least she'll get it.
"I can take care of myself." She snaps back.
Maybe I was a little too hard on her.

We continue the ride in silence.
Soon we arrive in front of the house.
All around us lays partly burned debris, covered with the ash that swirls around our feet as we walk around.
Coulson has shown us a photo of the house how it used to be.
It was a pretty, red mansion.
But now all that's left of it are black burned parts.
Fitzsimmons take out some of their stuff, making the thing fly around the scene, occasionally picking up stuff to examine it.
Meanwhile, May, Coulson and I search around the area, followed closely by Skye.
We are looking for anything that might give us a clue of whom we're dealing with.
I explain a few things to Skye about fire mutants.
There are a few known by the Agency.

"Ward?" Morwen calls from behind me.
I scowl irritated. I had just thought of something relevant, but now it slipped away.
"Be silent." "Fine, I'll the footprints myself."
I hear her say, as I continue my search. I roll my eyes as I hear her sigh and walk away.
Then it hits me.
Footprints. She saw footprints.
I immediately turn around and run back to where Morwen was standing, just a moment ago.
I see the footprints, now two pair of them.
A big men's shoeprint and a smaller one, leading into the woods.
I follow them. If something happens to her, it will be my fault.
I push myself to go faster, dodging fallen trees and prickly bushes.
It's sunny and warm, within seconds I'm panting.
I run into a clearing, where a man stands.
He looks pale, covered with ash. There's no sign of Morwen.
I draw my gun and move closer to the mutant.

Then I realize my mistake.
This man can shoot fire from his hands.
His hands that are now turned towards me.
With shock, I see a ball of fire starting at his palms.
I try to take a shot at him, but my gun doesn't work.
With a quick look down, I see that the ash covering my weapon are blocking the trigger pin.
Then the fire comes blowing towards me.
It's too late to dodge, the mutant is too close.
The only thing left is to cover my face with my arms, hoping the fire won't kill me.
But it doesn't reach me. Just a feet in front of me, it stops and vanishes.
Leaving nothing but a trace of warmth.
I look up in relieve.
The man now lies face down in front of me.
The grip of a black with golden knife stuck in his neck.
Behind him, crouched between the branches of the trees, is Morwen.
With another knife in her hand and a focused look on her face, she looks deathlier than anyone I've ever seen.
But not the creepy kind of dangerous.
I think as I see her now sprinting towards me, concerned.
The beautiful, reassuring kind.
She reaches me and hugs me tight, without slowing down.
The force of her speed makes me trip and we both fall down.
"Dude, you scared me!" She breaths, laying on top of me.
"It's Ward, not dude." I correct her informal terms.
I try to roll over to get up, but forget she has her arms around me.
With a smack, we land on the ground again.
Well, she lands on the ground. I land on her, crushing her fragile body underneath me.
To my surprise, she chuckles.
"If you wanted to lay on top, all you had to do was ask."
She jokes as she tries to get away from under my body.
I quickly stand up and pull her up as well.
I have just enough time to wipe some dirt off me before May and Coulson come running towards us.