A/N: Ok, so one of the comments was about doing a sequel to the last scene I did and I'm really sorry, I really am, but I don't plan on continuing off of any of these. This scenario is based on the idea that maybe, he has complete free will.

"If you'd just listen to m—"

Skye swung her head, letting her hair be thrown over her shoulder and to her back. "Oh, no. You don't get to tell me what to do anymore. You're no longer my SO." A quiet rage took her over in that moment, and flooded her features with a calm that could only come before a storm.

Ward shook his head in exasperation, running a hand through his hair. "Don't you see? With HYDRA, you could live in a world of peace!" He threw his hand out at Skye in a pleading manner, willing her to understand.

She shook her head in defiance, pursing her lips tightly and keeping her gun pointed straight at Ward. After a moment's pause, she finally opened her mouth, narrowing her eyes further as she did so. "HYDRA can't be selling any kind of peace I'm interested in." She tightened her grip on her gun, still aimed directly at Ward's chest.

"Do you think this is a game, Ward? Did you think that I could ever trust you after this? Did you think I'd still be up for that drink, or talk? I've got bad news for you." Her lip curled into a sneer as she continued.

"The moment you killed Victoria Hand was the moment you decided you didn't want our trust. You have your loyalty to Garrett. I have my loyalty to Coulson."

Frustrated, he grabbed the chair near him and hurled it into the ground, causing it to break into several chunks of wood. He was hunched over, breathing heavily as he stared at Skye. With a pause, he spoke, "You won't do it. You won't shoot."

Skye's sneer turned to a biting smile. "Doesn't matter if I do or don't. My mission was to keep you preoccupied. Doesn't mean I won't though." Swiftly, with every ounce of pent up rage, and betrayal built up inside her, she pulled the trigger, letting loose one of the icer's bullets.

Ward fell with a thud.

A moment later, May came into the room, FitzSimmons trailing behind her. Warily, she glanced down at Ward's unconscious body. "You could have shot him with the icer when we first got here. You didn't need to wait."

Bitterly, Skye smiled, tears starting to lace her eyelids. "He asked me out before all this. Said he wanted to talk. It was a little one sided."