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Chapter 10:

Ward

I stormed out of there. I had to calm myself down. The rage was starting to build up and I didn't want to rage on her. I knew she wasn't being fair but I had to be patient. This whole thing was more than anybody could take in one day.

I returned to the room about an hour later. It was already eight in the evening and I came back with food. When I went inside, I found her asleep again. I quietly took out the food I got and prepared it while she slept. A few minutes later, I came nearer but still maintained about a meter of distance from the bed.

"Skye?"

She groaned but woke up and was instantly alert.

"I brought food. I figured you might be hungry."

"I'm fine," she said, turning her back to me.

"You need to eat something. You haven't eaten or drank all day."

"Like you care."

I sighed. Of course she'd be stubborn but I wasn't going to let her starve herself.

"Fine. I'll just leave the food." I went to pick up the tray and placed it on the other nightstand. I knew she wouldn't eat as long as I was there so I made an excuse to go out.

"I'm heading downstairs. Please eat something." I told her before leaving the room once again. I headed down to the gym and worked on punching for an hour and a half. I knew she couldn't leave because she was still too sick to move around.

I went back upstairs after a while. She was sitting up from the bed quietly. I walked towards the small fridge and opened up a bottle of water. I glanced at her tray and noticed that her food has been barely touched. I frowned but I let it pass. I didn't have any intention of forcing her to do anything she didn't want to.

A few moments of silence filled the room before she spoke. "What do you know about the man that attacked me?"

I gulped as I turned around to face her direction. I didn't want to be the one to break it to her who this person really was.

"Don't give me the pity face, Ward. Who was that man?"

I sighed. "I think he was…"

"He was what?"

I looked her directly in the eyes. "Your father."

Her expression froze, and then she laughed bitterly. "Of course," she muttered as she glanced at the window. "That's just perfect. My own father wants me captured and maybe even dead."

"But you're safe here," I reminded her.

"Am I?" She half-yelled and stood up from the bed. "Am I really safe with a HYDRA agent guarding me like I'm such a helpless child?"

I winced. I knew this conversation was going to pop anytime soon. She had to take out her anger on me and I knew that. I understood it, but if I could avoid it, I would have.

"You know I'm gonna hurt you."

She scoffed. "That's total crap. Haven't you already, Ward? Isn't that what you've done? Betray the team? Put us in danger? You know, I'm honestly curious, what it's like being a backstabbing liar? Knowing that the team who treated you as family was just another mission waiting to be stabbed in the back?"

"I didn't want to do it!" Her words made the rage slowly inch its way back under my skin, containing itself in my chest. "I didn't want to do any of it. You have to understand–"

"Understand what?" She cut me off. "That you were Garrett's golden boy-slash-little pet? Understand that you were just following orders?"

"I was."

"Ward, those orders were to hurt people who truly cared about you." Tears were now forming in her eyes and I got reminded how much I hated it when she cried. "Those orders were to completely fool the people who wanted to give you a break from all the loner work and experience being in a team. And you just felt it was completely okay to do that. What kind of person are you?"

I shook my head and stared at my feet. "I don't know. I don't know, Skye."

"Did you even feel the slightest remorse over what you've done?" She looks so disgusted at me. I couldn't bear it. It was the same look she gave me back when we were in the plane.

But I did try to think about that question. Did I really feel remorse? I knew I regretted losing something as precious as the team and her. Especially her.

"I can explain if you let me." My tone was practically begging. I wanted so badly for her to understand everything because I couldn't stand looking at her and seeing hate and fury in those brown eyes rather than joy.

"I'm not gonna listen to you make up some excuse about Garrett again. You've dedicated your service to some evil piece of crap who was responsible for I don't know how many deaths. That's on your hands too because you've been helping him all this time. How do I know this attack isn't yours too?"

"Skye, I swear this has nothing to do with me. You have to believe me."

"Believe you!? Do you know how much you're asking right now? You're a liar, Ward. You conned us all for months. You knew all along who had me shot and you let it happen. You knew who was torturing Coulson and you let. It. Happen. You're a sick person. You're weak. You're–"

She was cut off from speaking and looked like she was going to be sick.

"Skye!" I advanced forward but she backed away from me and ran to the bathroom.

Dammit. Stupid. Stupid. I shouldn't have let her stress herself out. Dammit.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" She yelled as her head lowered down to the toilet. I stood outside the door, wanting so badly to help her and take care of her.

"Please, let me help."

"NO!" She shouted. "Get out. I don't want to see you here."

I didn't want to, but I couldn't keep on pushing her. She wasn't in the best state right now and I might just make it a lot worse.

Minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom holding her head with her right palm. I went near the bed as she plumped down on the mattress. I had in my hand a bottle of water and a warm towel which I tried to give to her. She ignored me as I stood in front of her.

"Leave it. I don't need your help and I don't want it. I can take care of myself perfectly and as soon as I'm back on my feet, expect me gone before another day comes."

"Skye–"

"Ward, do not force me to walk out of here right this minute!" She glared at me. "Stay away from me. I don't need you to babysit me. I'm not some helpless child, alright? I don't want you near me. I don't want you looking at me like I'm some fragile piece of glass. I'm perfectly fine on my own."

"Alright. I get it." I placed the bottled water on the nightstand together with the towel. She lied back down while still holding her head.

"Here," I said as I dug out a key from my pocket.

"What is that?" She said as she eyed the small metal key I placed on the towel.

"A key."

"For what?"

"There's a box underneath this bed. All my weapons are there and phones too. There's a spare gun over there inside another box on the cupboard. It's locked with a number code which is engraved on that key. I can't open it without scanning the flat surface of the key and I'm asking you to keep it."

She glanced at me for a second before wordlessly turning her back from me. I took that as my cue and went towards the door. I dimmed the lights and locked the door. Then, I went to the small living room and took my place on the couch.

This is going to be a long week.

A/N: Am I off the hook yet for disappearing for too long? LOL! Hope you guys liked it! I will update as soon as I can but I'd be honest with you, I'm still working on the next chapter. I'll try my best! :)