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She swallowed thickly as they were walking upstairs. Everything was so silent. She still had the stick and there was a knife in her boot. She would use it if necessary.

The man… Ward opened the door of his apartment and walked in first. She followed him, checking if there were windows or any other escape routes. It was in the second floor so she could jump, maybe. The place was very…basic. Just a table next to a little kitchen, a bed and a couple of closed doors, maybe bathroom and closet, she thought.

"I have pasta… and tuna, I think… are you hungry?" He still felt drunk, he wasn't entirely sure that this wasn't a dream.

She just nodded.

"Nice… place" She said sarcastically while she blew the dust on a laptop he had on a little table.

"I was out of town" He said, trying to make the gas work in the kitchen.

Then she saw it. His uniform, lying on his bed "Oh my god… you were in the war, against the machines" Then she spotted an empty bottle of whiskey on the floor. "I thought they were honouring all our local heroes… today, but you weren't there"

"No, I wasn't" He replied in a sad voice from the little kitchen area. She sat on his bed.

"Did you loose someone?"

He swallowed and stopped moving for a second "I think I did, but it was long before the war"

"So Grant, was it?"

"Yeah?"

"Why does your uniform say T. Edwards?"

When he turned to face her she had a knife in one hand. He sighed, "I wont hurt you" He put his hands up.

"But you're lying to me"

"Thomas Edwards, that's the identity you gave me" She frowned "Because of Tom Brady…" He added with a sad smile "You asked me who would I be with a clean slate… I told you that I would be Tom Brady"

She frowned "What are you even talking about?"

"You are here because you want to know how do I know your name, right? I know you, Skye. And you know me. I'm Grant Ward, that's my real name, that's the one you erased from existence. I swear I don't know why you don't remember me, but I'm pretty sure you know that I won't hurt you, I would never do that"

She nodded slowly "Ok let's talk, Grant Ward… don't move!" she yelled when he walked closer.

"I'll just sit in here" He put his right hand up while moving the chair next to the dinning table with the other. He moved slowly, trying not to scare her.

"Ok, pull the chair. Sit away from the table"

He sighed but obeyed. "I don't know what happened. The last time I saw you was… 2 years and 3 months ago, in Minnesota. Well, I didn't know we were there until I found a gas station. You left me in the middle of nowhere. I guess there was a Shield base somewhere nearby. You drove around 1 and a half hours"

She just looked even more confused.

He continued "Before that you saved me, with your blood. I was shot and I was dying. I made you believe that Coulson was dead and I shot you, in your leg, so you could escape from Garrett… I know that doesn't make sense, but I was desperate" He just kept mentioning things until she could remember something, but she was absolutely lost, like he was speaking in another language. "You had orders to put me in jail but you gave me a second chance, Skye, you have to remember, We were in your van and you helped me escape. You said you had to come back to the team, I begged you to come with me"

She frowned "Man, I thought you were just creepy, but you're crazy, really. You have serious issues. Maybe it was the war, they say the soldiers never come back to be the same"

He sighed again, now frustrated "What did they do to you?" He mumbled.

"They who?"

"I don't know, Shield?"

"Shield like in the-dudes-who-fought-with-the-Avengers Shield? How do I have something to do with them?"

"You have everything to do with them!" He stood up "Coulson, May, Fitzsimmons, they were our team. You are a shield agent"

Skye chuckled, but she seemed nervous "I can't believe that, sorry. It's a very nice story, you have an incredible imagination, seriously…it's admirable; but… I think I'm gonna go now"

"Well, I can't let you go. This happened for a reason, Skye. I can't loose you again" He approached her.

She looked at the door, then the window and seemed a little nervous. She had to get out, but how?. She looked tense, but suddenly her body relaxed a little and she smiled "Were you talking about me?"

"What?"

She raised and eyebrow "That person you lost, before the war? It was me…" Skye added with a very low voice, almost a whisper.

She caught him off his guard. One second she was all scared and paranoid and then she was close to him… talking like that.

"You missed me, Grant?" She said his name while she moved a hand over his chest and he just lost it.

Ward nodded, and moved his hands to her waist, he was finally touching her, it was Skye, alive and in front of him. It was real. He didn't move until she had a hand on his neck a pulled him down for a kiss. When his lips touched hers he felt his heart beating again, for the first time in years. She was still the same and he loved her the same.

Unfortunately… it didn't't last long. The next thing he felt was a very hard blow on the back of his head and then everything went dark.

The next morning he felt the sun on his face. He felt the hangover and then he started remembering everything. Was it a dream? Maybe he was just crazy, drunk and crazy.

But then he tried to move his hand to rub his face. He couldn't It was all too blurry, but he could recognize the feeling of handcuffs on his wrist. What had happened?

When he managed to open his eyes there was a blurry figure moving in his kitchen.

Everything was real. It was Skye.

His first reaction was to jump out of the bed, but again… the handcuffs on his right wrist prevented him from moving.

He growled.

"Morning!" she said.

"What did you do?" Grant mumbled, feeling a terrible headache now.

"Come on, It wasn't all me… you were very much drunk, so you passed out… after… well, after I hit you really hard on the head with a pot" She walked to the bed and sat in a corner without looking at him. She sighed.

"Why did you do that!"

"The truth?... You got all creepy saying that you couldn't let me go and I freaked out man, you can't just say that to a girl. So I decided to run"

"Then why are you still here?" He managed to get into a sitting position and she finally looked at him.

"I kissed you"

"Yeah, and not just that" He muttered; now feeling the pain in the back of his head too.

"I think… you're telling the truth" He didn't't answer. In fact, he wasn't sure he was following her logic. "Look, this will sound super stupid, but… I've been feeling like something is not right, I… I don't remember things, and sometimes I remember stuff that just doesn't make sense. I know that something is missing, that something is really wrong with me and… when I kissed you. That… that felt right, ok? But I hit you really hard, man I thought I had killed you" He smiled and Skye rolled her eyes "Stop that, I still can cut you"

"I think I need to know your part of the story. And maybe you can get these off?" He said moving his right hand up… as much as the handcuffs let him.

"Right… I found those" She smiled and took the key out of her pocket. "Kinky" she said with a smirk while setting him free.

Grant chuckled. She was just the same, even if she didn't remember him… And he had missed her so much.

"So, can we talk about the elephant in the room?" She said while he was rubbing her now free wrist. She was standing in front of him, and he noticed that she was blushing a little. "We were… I mean, you and me… did we have a thing?"

He smiled "Not exactly. I did very bad things. A lot happened" He sighed, "You know when people say it's complicated? Well, this is complicated"

"Uhm… so, is it true that you shot me or something?... I do have a scar on my leg"

He sighed "Well, yes… but I think we need to talk about this from the beginning. We didn't eat yesterday-"

"You didn't" She interrupted and made him smile.

"Ok… still, we can buy some food and have breakfast. Is that ok?" She nodded "I'll have a quick shower" He walked to his closet and grabbed clean clothes "Please don't run or try to attack me, ok?"

Skye smiled shyly and nodded.

Later, Grant left her to take a shower too and change her clothes while he got out to buy food. When he got back she was wearing one of his black t-shirts and sweat pants.

"Do you realize that you just wear black, white or gray?"

"We could go grab something from your van for you if you want"

"I sold it… My van" She said with a sad look on her face "I just have a couple of things… I rented a room"

"It's… ok, you can stay here. I mean… " He swallowed "I'll stay on the couch… I'll buy a couch"

She chuckled "Thanks. I really appreciate it"

"We're a team" He smiled, and then he proceeded to cook breakfast. "I couldn't get much, they're just selling small rations of food, at least until everything is back to normal. This should last for a couple of days"

"It's ok" She sat on the table "So… everything you said last night, was it true?"

"Yes"

"I'm a shield agent?"

"Last time I checked. What do you remember?... About your life"

"Well… I… grew up in an orphanage, you know, your sad little orphan classic tale. Then I ran, I was on my own for…. I don't know, 8 years… I met a guy…"

"Of course you remember that part"

She smiled "You knew that?"

"Let's say we all had the pleasure to meet your guy" Grant said while he continued cooking.

"Ok… then I moved to L.A., got my van got a stupid job. Then I moved to New York after the aliens invaded it because… how cool was that? I mean, I had to see it, but there was nothing out of the ordinary so I got another stupid job and well… Ultron happened and they evacuated everything. I ended up here shortly after the war started but I didn't have much money and you know, the shortage, everything got so damn expensive…"

"So you sold your van and started robing nice guys?"

"Kinda" She smiled "I never hurt anyone… well, just a little, but just really bad people. Living in a van is not a good thing for a lady"

He looked at her "Is that all?"

"Yeah… but I keep thinking that all I remember from L.A. and New York is the same routine, everyday… It's just weird, like I lived the same day everyday or something like that?... and then I started remembering some… British people, but I don't know any Brits… In fact, I just don't know people… I don't remember meeting anyone after Miles… I mean, I had to meet people right?... If I had jobs… I had a boss, coworkers, whatever"

"British people, you said?"

"Yeah, does that ring any bells?"

"Many. And you're right, none of that happened. You never lived in New York. I met you in L.A."

"How's it possible?. You said that a year ago I was in Minnesota and I was just fine… Can people just play with someone's head like that?"

"It is. We've seen something like that before"

"So what do we do?"

"We find our team. They have to fix it"

Chapter 3 is coming but I need to know what you think so far :)