Ward pov

It has been two months after Mays accident and our... moment. Things have cooled down soon afterwards. I guess we both just needed it. We didn't tell Coulson. He would probably fire me and send May to Alaska. And I wouldn't blame him if he did. I think to myself. I wonder if Skye knows something, she keeps giving us funny looks. Like now, as May, Skye and I are in the living room. I'm just reading a book, sitting next to May, but Skye looks as if she sees much more happening. Just don't pay attention to her. She's just acting like a child. Skye suddenly jumps up from her hair, almost dropping her beloved laptop. "We have to go to Egypt." She says as she runs out of the room. I do as I just decided and don't pay attention to her strange action. But then Coulson comes barging in. "May, take us to Egypt." She stands up and walks away without questioning why. So I take that's my job. "Why are we heading towards Egypt?" "Skye thinks she found something. Or rather, someone." He leaves me, still clueless. Since I can't find Skye, I kill the following two hours reading my book again. However, I can't focus. What did Coulson mean and why is he acting so mysterious?

Finally the plane lands. Fitzsimmons clearly has no clue about what's going on either. I hide my nervosity, trusting Coulson knows what he's doing. The door opens, but instead of walking out, Coulson lets someone in. My eyes widen and I notice my heart beating faster as I see who's walking in. She's silent, her head held low, almost like she's shy and her bag slung over her small shoulders. I don't remember her to be this slender and fragile. "Morwen!" Simmons cries, pulling her into a hug before kissing both her cheeks. Fitz and Skye joining them for a small group hug. Morwen looks bewildered. "Welcome back, agent Romanov." May says joyful. "You have a lot of explaining to do." With that, Coulson motions for us to leave. "Ward, will you be so kind to help her with her bag?" He gives me a meaningful look before closing the door, leaving us alone. He knows I yelled at her, I told him the whole story. So I understand why he wants me to talk with her. That doesn't mean I'm looking forward to this conversation. I point at the bag. "Let me take it." The expected witty remark doesn't come. She just hands me the bag. "How did Skye know where you were?" I ask, while walking her to her room. Nobody dared to enter after her departure, so it has been empty all the time. "I texted her," Well, didn't expect that. "I said I was in Egypt and could use some company. I asked a Rising Tide buddy of mine for her number." I raise an eyebrow. "What, you thought Skye was the only one with connections?" I chuckle. "I'm sorry I yelled at you." Not a very subtle change of subject, Ward.. "I shouldn't have done that and I regret it very much. Shouldn't have called you a murderer." I start rambling. She stands still and looks at me. The water in her eyes surprises me. I slowly raise a hand, laying it on her cheek. Ignoring her little flinch, I lift my other hand to cup her face. "Please, don't cry." I beg, my heart breaking at the sight of the little warrior now looking so fragile. "I missed you." She smiles slightly at me, but I see that she's holding something back. "I'm sorry I risked Mays life. I'm so, so sorry I almost killed her." I shake my head. "That wasn't your fault." Regret overflows me. Her eyes are dry again, so I give her a peck on her cheek and walk away. Sure May wants to talk to her too.

Morwen pov

I wake up sweating, my heart beating fast. "It was just a dream." I whisper to myself, while reaching for the lamp on my nightstand. Making it send away the darkness and my thoughts about my cell. I know I won't be able to sleep again, so I put on some clothes and head towards the training room. That's practically just the space in front of the lab, where you can hang up a punching bag. Instead of the bag, I hang up a wooden board. I stand with my bad to Lola, Coulson's car, making sure I won't damage her. I take out my throwing knives, weighting each one in my hand carefully. I aim at the board, hitting it in the center each time. I notice there are two knives missing. One's stuck in Hassan's head, that I know. I left it there on purpose when I got the hell out of there. But I don't want to think about that, so I move on to the punching bag. Hassan stands in front of me, giving me that creepy smile. My right hand hits the bag with a satisfying smack. His smile remains as he pulls out the knife. Enjoying every moment of it, he slowly makes a cut across my leg. My left hand follows. I'm punching the bag harder and faster. The tall man, standing in front of me. His smell, like rotting meat, sickening me. I use my knee in-between my punches. A hit, again. Followed by a soft crack this time. Harder, faster, keep fighting the bag. Hassan, throwing me back into my dark cell. Leaving me bleeding on the ground. Suddenly a hand grasps me from behind. I scream and turn around to fight my attacker. But it's not Hassan or one of his man standing in front of me. It's Skye, looking at me in fear. "What are you doing here?" I ask as I try to cover up my freaked out reaction. "I..," She's clearly shocked that I almost attacked her. "Ward gives me some training every morning. It's seven o'clock you know.." I see Ward entering. I grab my knives and leave, avoiding his gaze. "Morwen," Ward calls me back. "Would you like to join us?" His voice make it clear that he won't accept a no. I have to obey him, since he's my superior. "Sure, but don't think I'll go easy on you." I tease him as I lay down my knives again. He first lets Skye practice with me. I learn her some new moves. She seems to enjoy it, happy that she won't have to push ups again like normally with Ward. After an hour she points at the clock. "I'm done." She disappears before Ward can call her back. Smart girl. "So, it's just you and me then." He smirks. I feel uneasy, a knot forming in my stomach. Nevertheless I take position in front of him. Conceal, don't feel. Don't let them know. I tell myself as I put up my arms in a fighting stand. Just as we're about to start, Skye appears again. "New case. New Zealand. So you've got plenty of time for your fight." She sits down and looks up at us like she's a little schoolgirl. I shake my head, smiling at her enthusiasm. We focus again. I wait for him to throw the first punch. He makes a move but I block it with ease. Next one's harder. He goes full force on me. He tries to kick me. I grab his foot and twist it, forcing him to fall on the ground. He rolls and gets up, just in time to avoid my punch. We punch, turn, kick and twist for a while. I don't give him my fully best, but it's a hard and fair fight anyways. Soon, we're both panting. I wipe a string of hair from my face. He uses this moment to throw another punch at me. My hands are up, tucking my hair back in my braid. I can't block in time and he hits me hard in my chest.

Ward pov

My fist hits her chest and I feel her ribs move with the force. It wasn't that hard, I can't have broken them. I think in confusion. She falls down. I'm so startled that I'm not fast enough to catch her. She lands on the floor with a smack. I immediately kneel next to her. "Morwen?" Her eyes are open, but there's no recognition in them. Like the time my older brother hit my younger brother knock-out, eyes just staring without seeing anything. I gently shake her shoulder, trying to make her respond. All of the sudden, she start screaming and shaking heavily. "Skye, get help!" I order as I try to pin Morwen down to the ground. Coulson already comes in. "Hold her!" I try, but she starts to scratch me, wiggling underneath me to get out. Coulson puts a needle in her arm, which makes her panic even more. "Easy girl, it's just morphine." He whispers as he injects the fluid into her body. I feel her muscles relax under my palms as the tranquilizer kick in. I try to lift her moveless body up. She's so slender, it doesn't take much effort. I hear the others approaching as I take Morwen in my arms, bridal style. Fitzsimmons suck in a breath and Skye's eyes widen, looking at Morwen. As I look down at the girl in my arms, I almost drop her in shock. Her shirt is wrinkled where I've put my arms around her, leaving a part of her stomach shirtless. Her skin is covered with purple and blueish spots. The bruises are spread across the whole part and going further to where the clothes cover her skin. The small lines, some red some white, give her body an even more horrifying look. "Put her on the table." Coulson points at the lab. His face, always a hard mask, shows concern. I walk into the lab and lay her down very carefully. Afraid to make another bruise on het already tormented body. May seems to be the only one still able to think clear. "Boys, out. Skye, Simmons, cut off her clothes. There might be still fresh wounds, we need to take care of them." I guess that's why she's the cavalry. Thinking like a pro when everyone is confused. I take Morwens hand as Coulson and Fitz leave. "I'm not leaving her," I declare, daring May to try and stop me. "I'm still her supervisor." "Just let him be." Skye supports me. I discreetly turn around as Simmons starts cutting the clothes loose. With every cut, revealing more of the girl's body, I hear Simmons letting out a little cry. After a few minutes, she abruptly walks out, leaving the job to Skye. I don't know how long I stand here, in the cold, clean lab, holding the unconscious girls hand. It could be hours. Simmons has returned, with puffy red eyes from crying. Eventually she announces that all the wounds are taken care of and that Morwen will be fine. "The wounds are mostly superficial, so they'll heal in time. She'll wake up soon now." With that, she leaves. Skye leans over to give Morwen a kiss on her cheek and walks away with May. I turn around to look at the girl on the table, lying perfectly still. I stare at her peaceful face and wait for her to wake up.