Hey babes! Glad you all enjoyed the last one-shot, with Skyeward as Quake and Hellfire and kicking butt together. Here's another one with them kicking butt together, but not for the good of humanity. The prompt for today was: Dark!Skyeward. So that's what this one is.
In all honesty, I'd be perfectly fine with Skyeward going to the dark side together on the show. I think it'd make things so interesting, and there are lots of things they could do. If they did it right.
Just a fair warning, there is mentions of violence and then descriptions of some wounds and things after being tortured. Just so you're aware of it.
And now, the story. Enjoy!
"Sir, there's been a breach," Agent Jones says to Coulson, rushing into his office.
"Where's it coming from?" Coulson asks.
"South side of the building."
"The bunks," Coulson says in realization. He quickly stands up from his chair, moving towards the door. "How long ago did you notice the breach?" he asks the young tech agent.
"Just now," Jones replies. "But the breach happened about ten minutes ago."
Coulson stops short in the hallway, turning to face the agent, "So someone breached our security and has been in this building for ten minutes and you just now noticed it?"
Jones swallows nervously, "Um, yes?"
Coulson huffs and then marches towards the area holding the agents' bunks, leaving Jones behind. When he gets closer, May is already waiting for him.
"What do we know?" he asks her as she falls into step beside him.
"Not much. Just that there was a breach in the security ten minutes ago. Everything was down for half a minute before being rebooted without our knowing. Motion detectors by the doors haven't detected anyone leaving. So whoever got in is still inside."
"Agent May, you just earned SHIELD ten points for being correct."
Coulson and May both stop in their tracks and turn to see Ward standing in the hallway, leaning up against one of the walls.
"Sorry," he says as he pushes off the wall and stands straight, "she made me watch the first two Harry Potter movies the other day. Not gonna lie, they were pretty good. Those Slytherin guys are actually pretty cool."
"Ward," May seethes. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Just gathering up some things," he replies nonchalantly with a shrug. "I hope you guys don't mind. And technically, we aren't stealing anything. Because everything we're taking already belongs to her."
"Who?" Coulson asks. "Who's stuff are you here getting?"
"My stuff," Skye replies, stepping out of one of the rooms with a bag swung over one shoulder. "I remembered the other day that I had a bunch of stuff still here and I wanted it again. So here we are."
"Skye, get away from him," May commands, one hand resting on the gun in her holster.
"Um, no," Skye replies, stepping closer to Ward's side.
"Now, Skye. He's a murderer; you need to get away from him."
Skye frowns, "I really don't like your tone, May." She looks at Ward, "Grant, she called you a murderer."
"Yes she did," Ward replies with a heavy sigh.
"I don't like that," Skye says.
"I know you don't, babe," Ward replies.
"What is even happening here?" Coulson shouts, trying his hardest to make sense of what is going on.
"You don't know?" Skye tilts her head. "Let me explain it to you," she looks at him straight, "Grant and I are together now and we're very happy. Oh, and we're also bad guys." She gives a small smirk.
"Why?" Coulson looks at her sadly. "Why are you doing this?"
Skye shrugs, "Because it's fun."
"It's fun?" May scoffs.
Skye nods her head, "Mm-hmm. Being bad and hurting people is definitely way more fun than being good and helping people. Isn't that right?" She smiles at Ward.
He smiles back at her, "Such a rush."
"And really," Skye starts, looking back at Coulson and May, "I have the both of you to thank for this."
"Us?" May furrows her brows. "How are we responsible for this?"
"Remember that undercover operation you sent me on almost a year ago?"
"Of course," Coulson replies. "After four months we stopped receiving messages from you."
"That's because I moved up in their ranks, so to speak. I went way deeper undercover than I ever thought I'd go within just three months of being there. I tried to keep in touch, honest, but they were keeping such a close eye on me, I had to cut all ties with the outside world. So I stopped talking to you guys and kept my cover up. And let me tell you, I had to do some pretty horrible things to keep my cover. Well, at the time I thought they were horrible. But being a good little SHIELD agent like I was, I didn't want to blow my cover before I found what I needed in order to come back, so I did what they asked me to do. And the best part, I actually started to enjoy myself," she smiles at them.
"If you were so deep undercover, how did you two meet?" May asks, gesturing to Ward.
"That's probably the best part of this whole thing," Ward says with a smile. "The group Skye was infiltrating was actually in the same area I was at one point while she was deep undercover. I was a little confused when I saw Skye torturing this one guy information. I'd never seen anything like it before. She was such a natural at it, though. Then after exchanging a few words, Skye and I decided to team up, so to speak. So she left the people she'd been working with and we began doing our own thing."
"That was a really great day," Skye smiles. "Although, the kid gave up pretty easily, so I didn't get to torture him as much as I would have liked. I left some cuts and bruises and some pretty nasty gashes, but I didn't even get to do the whole 'earthquake in your body' thing to him. That's always my favorite part."
"I love watching you when you do that," Grant smiles. "You get so into it."
"Skye," Coulson speaks up, "what happened to you?"
"Nothing happened to me. Not really. I just embraced the bad. I guess I sort of always knew it was there, but I pushed it down to be a part of your organization. But after being undercover and doing a number of things that I will not repeat, I realized what I actually wanted to do with my life. Make people suffer. It's probably the greatest feeling out there."
"This is crazy," Coulson tells her. "I refuse to believe you're evil."
"Oh, I'm not evil," Skye tells him. "Not really. I just really enjoying breaking the rules and hurting people. We both do," she looks up at Ward and smiles.
"Yes we do," he smiles back down at her and then leans down to press his lips quickly to hers. He stands up straight and takes a deep breath, looking at Coulson and May, "Well, we hate to leave you like this, we really do, but we have a few things we need to do today."
Skye grabs Ward's hand in her own, "Yeah, we have some trouble to cause, things to destroy. And it's going to be a lot of fun." The two of them turn and begin to make their way down the hallway.
"Skye, wait," Coulson calls out, causing them to stop and turn.
"What?"
"You don't have to go with him. You can come back here, come home."
"Grant is my home now," Skye tells Coulson. "I don't have to go with him, but I want to."
"Skye…"
"Save it," she snaps. "I no longer work for SHIELD. Consider this my resignation. Grant and I are going into the Independent Contractor business," she smirks. She turns back around and she and Grant continue their way down the hallway, leaving Coulson and May standing in their places, shock and disbelief written on their faces.
*Four months later*
"Does anyone have eyes on them?" Bobbi asks into her comm.
"Negative," Hunter replies.
"Nothing here," Kara says.
"Just some civilians over here," Mack answers.
"Well keep your eyes peeled," Bobbi tells her team. "And remember, if you see them, do not engage. I repeat, do not engage. They're extremely dangerous. You alert the rest of the team and wait for us to all rendezvous."
"Copy that," Kara replies.
"Understood," Mack says.
"You got it, sweetheart," Hunter says.
Bobbi rolls her eyes at the nickname but continues down the dark alleyway, her gun held out in front of her.
A second later, a young girl whizzes past her, not stopping for a second.
She watches the young woman run before a voice from the other end of the alley makes her freeze.
"You can run all you want! But we'll find you and then we'll kill you!"
Slowly raising her hand to her comm., she speaks, "I think found one of them."
"Where are you at?" Hunter asks her.
"In an alley on the south side of the city. I don't know if they're both here, but I think he might be."
"Alright," Hunter replies. "I'm on my way to meet up with Mack and Kara. We'll come join you over there."
"Okay, but be careful. She might be lurking somewhere nearby, so watch your backs."
"Copy that."
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Bobbi presses herself further into the brick wall so she can't be seen. As she waits for her three teammates to show up, she listens to the conversation that starts happening near her.
"Did you seriously let her get away?" Skye asks Grant as she walks up to him, gun in her hand.
"Obviously I didn't intend for that to happen," he says back, turning to face her.
"Well it did. And now we actually have to go and find her."
"It's not like we didn't have to find her in the first place," he says.
"Yes, but the first time we found her, we didn't actually have to find her. We just had to go into a building and kill her. But you," she pokes him in the chest, "you let her get away. And now we have to go track her down and kill her."
"But at least we still get to kill her," Grant smiles.
Skye smiles back, "Yeah we do." She drops her smile, "But I'm still mad at you."
"I know you are," he continues smiling. He dips his head and presses his lips to hers.
Skye smiles into the kiss and then pulls back. "Can we go find the girl now?" she asks. "You told me I'd get to kill someone today for my engagement gift."
Grant smiles down at her and lifts her left hand so her engagement ring sparkles in the moonlight. He presses a single kiss to her hand and then looks at her, "I did promise you that. And I always keep my promises. Especially when it comes to killing."
Skye grins, "Yay." She grabs his hand in hers and then drags him down the alley in search of the young girl.
Bobbi freezes as Grant and Skye rush past her, her breathing stopping as well in hopes they don't find her. She waits until they are far enough away and then steps away from the brick wall, watching as they run.
"Bob!" She hears Hunter whisper yell.
She turns around and speaks at regular volume, "I'm over here." She begins walking towards him. "What took you guys so long?"
"Sorry," Mack says. "Someone got us turned around," he looks pointedly at Hunter.
"I swear we were going south," Hunter says back.
"Sure we were."
"We were!"
"Enough!" Bobbi exclaims, catching their attention. All three turn to look at her. "They're gone."
"What do you mean they're gone?" Kara asks.
"I mean they're gone. They ran right past me."
"Why didn't you stop them?"
"They were looking for a girl so they could kill her. Do you really think I wanted to stand in their way and possibly get killed myself?"
"And now that innocent girl is going to get killed."
"I know," Bobbi bites. Then she sighs, "But we can't save her now. After they kill her, they'll probably go underground again. We'll just have to wait for them to resurface and then track them."
"Then I guess that means we're heading back?" Mack asks.
Bobbi nods her head, "Yeah, we are."
"Alright," Hunter says. "I'll give base a heads up." He and the others turn and begin making their way back to the quinjet. Bobbi just sighs and then holsters her gun, following behind the others.
"I can't believe this day is actually here," Skye says to Grant as they make their way down the streets of a large town.
"Neither can I," Grant smiles. "Which shop should we go to first? Dress or rings?"
"Hmm," Skye thinks, "well could always go to the dress shop first, but then we'd have to lug the thing with us to get the rings."
"True. Plus, I'm just dying to see our friends from the jewelry store. Think they'll give us another discount?"
Skye grins and holds her gun, "I think I can probably persuade them."
Grant wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her close. "You are so hot when you threaten people," he says huskily into her ear.
She giggles and ducks her head. She looks up at him through her eyelashes, "You ready to go find us some wedding rings?"
He smiles, "Of course I am."
Kicking the doors of the church wide open, Grant enters the chapel, gun held out in front of him. "Okay, listen up everyone," he interrupts the wedding currently going on. Everyone turns to face him, fear immediately crossing onto their faces at seeing a gun. He begins walking down the aisle towards where the priest stands. "Congratulations on your wedding," he says to the couple standing in front of him. "You know what's funny? I'm getting married today too. By your priest at this exact same time. What a coincidence."
"Sir, I'm afraid you're going to have to—"
Grant quickly turns the gun on him, "I don't think I was talking to." He takes a deep breath, "Here's what's going to happen. You two," he gestures to the man and woman in front of him, "are going to go and join your family and friends down there," he gestures to the pews. "Then you," he looks at the priest, "are going to marry me and my lovely fiancé. She's waiting out in the hallway so she can make her grand entrance. You know how women are," he chuckles. "But, she's the love of my life, and I just want to make her happy. But we're going to skip over all that introduction stuff and get straight to the marrying. We're not very patient people. And I want you," he looks over at the guy at the organ, "to play something for my lady to walk in to. None of that traditional garbage. Play something different, something fun." He smiles. "Oh," he spins around to face the crowd, "and none of you are to call the police. Because believe me when I say that we will not hesitate to kill you if you call the police."
Everyone in the room stays quiet, fear and worry on their faces. Some of the women in the pews are sitting close to their significant others, tears of fear in their eyes.
"Um, now," Grant says, frustrated slightly. "Don't make me use this," he waves his gun.
Everyone panics, jumping into action. Fearfully, the bride and groom make their way to the pews, sitting next to each other, their hands clasped together tightly.
"Are you ready?" he asks, looking over the organist.
The man silently nods his head.
Grant smiles, "Excellent." He moves over to where the priest is and fixes his suit coat. He takes a deep breath, "Time to get hitched."
"Alright," the priest says shakily, "I'm going to need your names for the ceremony."
Grant shakes his head, "No, I don't think you do."
"But um, the ceremony, I have to—"
Grant sighs, cocks his gun and holds it in the man's face, "I said you don't need our names."
The man jumps and swallows nervously, "Right, of course. So um, d-do you have your own vows you'd like to say?"
Grant lowers the gun slightly and looks at Skye, "I'm sure we can think of something. What do you think, babe?"
She smiles, "I might have some things I want to say."
He smiles back, "Great then. I think I'll start." He takes a deep breath, "Babe, I love you. A whole lot. When I found you that day, and you'd killed that guy, I don't know, I just thought you were even more amazing than I ever thought you were. You stole my heart, babe, and I don't think I want it back. I love being with you and I love killing and stealing with you. It's the best. Now we're going to be husband and wife and I never thought that could be better than killing, but I think it might be. But only because I'm doing it with you."
"Aw, babe," Skye smiles. "I love killing with you too. It's fun. I never thought killing and stealing and being bad could give me such a rush, but it does. Especially when I'm with you. You are so hot when you get all growly when people don't cooperate. I can't wait to be your wife so we can kill and steal as a married couple. It'll be so much more satisfying, I think."
Grant looks over at the priest, "Okay, you can continue now."
"Alright, um, do you have your rings?"
"Right here," Grant digs into his pocket and pulls out the two rings they lifted from the jewelry store. He hands one over to Skye, keeping one for himself.
"Okay, um," he looks at Grant, "if you'd place the ring onto her finger and repeat these words, 'With this ring, I thee wed'."
Grant smiles and grabs Skye's left hand in his, sliding the ring onto her finger, "With this ring, I thee wed."
The priest looks over at Skye, "And then if you would please do the same."
Skye smiles, taking Grant's left hand and sliding the ring onto his finger, "With this ring, I thee wed."
"Wi-with the power vested in me, I—I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride."
"About time," Grant smiles, reaching out to grab Skye's waist and pull her towards him. He dips his head and connects their lips together hungrily and passionately.
When they pull away, they're both grinning and breathing heavily. Grant moves his hand down to grab Skye's hand in his, linking their fingers together. He looks up at the priest, "Thank you very much for your cooperation. Because of that, I will not be killing you, so you get to live to see another day."
"But Grant," Skye says, "maybe I want to kill him."
"We'll go kill someone else, babe. For our honeymoon we'll pick a place and go on a killing spree, how does that sound?"
Skye smiles, "Sounds like a good time to me."
"I'm glad you think so," he smiles. He leans down and presses a quick kiss to her lips before they turn to face the crowd in front of them. "Thank you," he says to them, "all of you, for coming to our wedding. It really means a lot to us that you all could be here to witness this great milestone in our lives. But now, I'm afraid we have to leave. There will be no reception, so none of you have to worry about getting us a gift or anything." The step down and begin making their way down the aisle, towards the front doors of the chapel. "Again, thank you all for coming out, it really made our wedding beautiful."
"Oh," Skye speaks up, "and don't try to follow us or call the cops on us, because you will surely live to regret it. Maybe a little preview of what might happen will help you make the right decision." She smirks and holds one hand up in front of her, narrowing her eyes in concentration.
Suddenly, the priest lets out a scream of pain. "What-what are you doing?" he asks, falling to his knees.
"That," Grant answers, "is your insides vibrating so fast that if my lovely new wife here doesn't stop, you're insides will explode, essentially killing you."
"You—you've got the power of the devil in you."
"No," Skye drops her hand. "It's the power of an Inhuman."
"Agent Morse!"
"Agent Jones, what is it?"
"It's—it's them."
Bobbi stiffens and panics slightly before she regains her composure, "Where?"
"Our base in Hong Kong found them. They were running a rampage through the city, destroying things and killing people. They said that she was wearing a wedding dress."
Bobbi thinks for a moment and then sighs, "They must have gotten married. When I saw them in that alleyway a few weeks ago, they mentioned something about an engagement."
"How did they get to Hong Kong?" Jones asks. "Didn't we put them on basically every watch list out there?"
Bobbi sighs, "Yeah, we did. But before Skye went rogue, she joined SHIELD simply as a Computer Specialist. And before she was a part of SHIELD, she was a very skilled hacker. She must have gotten in and changed everything."
"So there'd be no use in putting them on any other watch lists?"
Bobbi shakes her head, "No. Did the team in Hong Kong say whether or not they moved in on them?"
Jones nods his head, "They didn't know who it was at first, so they sent a few agents in. But they didn't survive."
"Damn it," Bobbi mutters under her breath.
"What do we do?"
"There's not much we can do," Bobbi tells him. "When he was in the Academy, the instructors said that Ward was almost as good as Romanoff. And Skye, well, she's an Inhuman; she can feel vibrations all around her and manipulate them however she wants to. And he's probably been working with her on hand-to-hand. Those two are a pretty dangerous combination."
"So are we just going to sit back and let them kill more innocent people?"
"As much as I don't want that to happen, we really don't have much of a choice at this point. Before we can do anything, we have to figure out how to stop them. Our usual tactics might not work on them, so we have to figure out what will work."
"Should I get the team started on figuring out how to stop them?"
Bobbi nods her head, "That would be best, yes."
Jones nods his head once and then makes his way down the hallway to find the few people he needs to talk with.
Bobbi just stands in the hallway and lets out a deep sigh before making her way down the hallway to the gym.
"Every single one of you needs to be focused and alert while in there," Bobbi says to the group of agents in front of her. "It's more than likely that they don't know we're here, which means we have the upper hand for this one. Mack and Kara, you two go in through the back. Adams and Martin, you two go through the door on the East side of the building. Hunter, you're with me through the front of the building. Keep your comm. on at all times, but only talk if it's absolutely necessary. We want to try and keep the element of surprise for as long as possible."
"What do we do if we find them?" Agent Martin asks.
"Stay where you're at," Bobbi tells him. She looks around at each of the agents in front of her, "If anyone of you finds them, do not move in on them. This is their place so we don't know what kinds of advantages they have lying around. If you find them, you stay where you are, let the rest of us know, and then we'll all meet together. Now, is everyone clear on the plan?"
They all nod their heads in understanding.
Bobbi nods her head once and takes a deep breath, "Alright, let's do this."
"Any sign of them?" Bobbi asks into her comm.
"Nothing over here," Adams replies. "Just a bunch of really weird crap."
"Mack, Kara, what about you?"
"We've got no sign of life over here," Mack tells her. "We're gonna keep moving inwards."
"Copy that," Bobbi says.
"Do you really think we can stop them?" Hunter asks from besides Bobbi.
"Honestly? I don't know. But I'm hoping we'll come pretty close."
"Do you actually want to kill them?"
Bobbi sighs and then stops to look at him, "Are we really having this conversation? It doesn't matter what I want. What matters is that we stop these maniacs from killing more innocent people."
"It's just a question, Bob. I just don't want you to do something you'll regret. I know you and Skye were starting to get close before she was sent undercover."
"Yeah, well, none of that matters right now," she turns around and continues to make her way down the hallway.
"Well it should matter somewhat," Hunter says, following behind her. "Because despite everything you say, I know that you—"
"Know that I what?" Bobbi asks, peering around a corner. She sighs and turns around, "Are you seriously going to—Hunter?" She sees his body lying on the ground a few feet in front of her. She slowly makes her way over and kneels down next to it. She reaches out to his neck and checks for a pulse; he still has one. She lets out a sigh of relief and then stands back up.
Hearing movement behind her, she quickly turns around and then freezes when she sees Grant's grinning face in front of her.
"Surprise," he says and then reaches up to hit her on the head with the butt of his gun.
Everything goes black.
"When is she going to wake up?" Skye asks Grant as they stand together in front of Bobbi, waiting for her to regain consciousness.
"I don't know, babe," Grant replies.
"Well how hard did you hit her?"
"I don't know. Hard enough to knock her unconscious."
"Yes, I can see that."
"Did you take care of the others?" he asks her.
"Most of them," she replies. He raises an eyebrow. "Mack is really heavy," she shrugs. "The others were no problem; I moved them into the closet near the front door. But Mack, well, I dragged him as best as I could, but he's just too heavy. So I broke one of his legs which will slow him down a lot if he tries to come find Bobbi."
"Why didn't you break both of his legs?"
She lets out a small laugh, "I wanted him to believe he'd actually have a chance of getting to Bobbi if he wakes up."
He smiles down at her. "I love you," he growls.
"I love you too," she smiles.
"Mmmm…"
Both Grant and Skye turn to face Bobbi as she slowly starts to wake up.
"There she is," Grant speaks up, smiling when Bobbi's eyes fully open and she looks up.
"Wh-where am I? What did you do to me?" She tries to move out of her chair, only to be restricted by thick rope tied around her wrists and ankles, binding her to the chair.
"Oh, well, I knocked you out," Grant says. "Skye wanted to be the one to do it, but she's a little vertically challenged, and I'm not. So she went and incapacitated all of your friends and hid them in a closet. Except for Mack, but he's still incapacitated."
"If you killed the—"
"Relax," Skye rolls her eyes. "I didn't kill them. Even though it would have been so much more satisfying. But I remembered that we're not here to kill you guys, unfortunately." She slowly strides towards Bobbi, stopping when she's standing directly in front of her.
"What do you want?" Bobbi asks, continuing to pull at her restraints.
"Don't struggle," Skye says.
"You better listen to her," Grant says from where he's leaning back against a metal table, his arms crossed in front of his chest. "We said we aren't going to kill you. Doesn't mean we won't hurt you."
"You always let her take the lead?" Bobbi asks.
"Most of the time, yeah," Grant nods his head. "Because she is amazing at what she does. And really hot when she starts threatening and torturing people. It's kind of a turn on."
"Aww, babe," Skye smiles back at him.
"Only for you," he smiles back.
"You two are sick, you know that?"
Skye turns back to her, "Yeah, we've heard that one a few times. But back to before, what we want." She steps forward and leans down, placing her hands on the arm rests, her face inches away from Bobbi's, "We have a little message we want you to give to Coulson. Stop. Trying. To. Kill. Us."
"And why would we do that? You murder innocent people."
"We're just trying to have some fun," Skye says, standing up straight. "Is there anything wrong with that?"
"Yeah, there's a lot wrong with that."
"Hmm," Skye tilts her head. She looks back at Grant, "Grant, is there anything wrong with wanting to have a little fun?"
He shakes his head, "No, babe, there isn't."
Skye looks back at Bobbi, "Didn't think so." She leans down again, "So, you gonna give Coulson our message?"
Bobbi tightens her jaw, not saying a word.
"You better answer her," Grant drawls out.
Bobbi tightens her jaw more, staring straight into Skye's eyes. Then she shoots her head forward, knocking it into Skye's forehead, causing her to stumble backwards.
Grant immediately jumps up from his seat, rushing towards Skye. He places one hand on her lower back, bending his head down towards her, "Are you okay?"
Skye holds one hand on her forehead, and places the other on Grant's shoulder, "Yeah, I'm fine." Once she recovers slightly, she steps towards Bobbi, shaking her head, "You see, you really shouldn't have done that. I wasn't going to hurt you, because I want you intact to tell Coulson my message, but now I'm going to have to hurt you." She reaches a hand up and backhands Bobbi across the face, the metal edges of her wrist cuff cutting into Bobbi's skin.
"Is that really the best you got?" Bobbi asks when she looks back at Skye.
Skye smirks, "Of course not." She holds her hand up in front of her and narrows her eyes, concentrating. Bobbi hunches forward as best she can, groaning in pain. Skye drops her hand, leaving Bobbi breathing heavily, tears in her eyes. Skye smirks again, "I'm just getting started."
"Medic!" Hunter shouts as he rushes into the base. "I need a medic! Quick!"
"What the hell happened?" May asks, approaching him and Bobbi.
"Ward and Skye."
May's jaw tightens. "Bring her in here, quickly," she gestures for Hunter to follow her into the medical room, making sure a bed is cleared. She turns to face one of the newer recruits in the room, "Go find Coulson. Now." The young agent nods their head and quickly makes their way out of the room. May turns back to find Hunter holding tightly onto Bobbi's hand, already having placed her on the bed.
"What happened?" Simmons asks as she approaches Bobbi, immediately going into doctor mode.
"Skye," Bobbi chokes out. "She and Ward—said…not…kill…"
"They told you not to kill them?" May asks.
Bobbi nods her head, immediately regretting it and closing her one good eye in pain.
"Did they say anything else?" May asks.
Bobbi's eye shoots open and she looks over at Hunter, "J-jo."
"Jo's fine," he assures her. "We left her with Fitz, remember?" Bobbi slowly and carefully nods her head again. "Bob, did they threaten Jo?"
Tears immediately spring to Bobbi's eyes, "I-I don't know how they knew. But they did."
"Agent Morse." All heads turn to see Coulson entering the room, quickly making his way to Bobbi's bedside. He looks up at Simmons, "What can you tell us?"
"There's a lot going on," Simmons replies. "She clearly has a very swollen eye, cuts on her lip and face, as well as the start to some bruising. There's a pretty big bump on the back of her head, I suspect she was struck with something."
"A gun," Bobbi says.
Simmons nods her head, "That makes sense. There are also some pretty length lacerations on her torso, arms and legs, some deeper than others that will most likely leave scars when they heal over. There are some pretty serious rope burns on her wrist and ankles. I don't know if there's any damage inside, and if there is, how much, until I do a further examination."
"Her powers," Bobbi speaks up. "She used her powers on me, a lot."
"There may be some ruptures then," Simmons says sadly. "I'll need to get her into a scan in order to know for sure and then possibly surgery."
Coulson nods his head, "We'll let you get on that." He looks down at Bobbi, "I understand if you want off the task force, this kind of traumatic experience makes you reevaluate things. I'll have you—"
"No," Bobbi shakes her head. "I want to remain on the task force. I'm going to stop The Wards if it's the last thing I do."
THE WARDS ARE DEAD
Late last night, the notorious villains known as The Wards, were killed in a massive shootout.
For the last three decades, Grant Ward and his wife Skye have traveled all across the globe, torturing and killing anyone they wanted to, and wreaking havoc everywhere they went. Destruction and despair was always left behind in every city or town they went through.
For thirty years, these two have struck fear in every person they came across and let survive. Though not many survived, those who did lived everyday with the fear that The Wards would one day come back for them or their families.
One early survivor of The Wards, a priest who has asked for his name to be left out, has chosen to come forward and speak with us. "They forced me to marry them," he says regrettably. "I didn't know who they were when I saw them, their names and faces hadn't been released yet. I was already in the middle of another ceremony when the man barged in and forced me to marry him and his wife, well she was his fiancée at the time. He held a gun on me. I was terrified for my life, as well as the lives of everyone else in the room. And she—she made my insides almost explode. Those two were the devil walking, and I say good riddance they are no longer walking the earth."
No one else who has survived attacks from The Wards has wanted to step forward and talk about their experiences, out of fear, despite The Wards now being pronounced dead.
Over the years, The Wards gained quite a following among the people. A large group of individuals began religiously following The Wards and everything they did, carrying out horrible acts in their name. It is unknown whether or not The Wards were ever actually in contact with their followers, though some claim to have come face-to-face with the killers and praised for their acts.
Despite carrying out many unspeakable actions, The Wards were never convicted for their crimes, due to never being able to be caught and held for any length of time. However, many of their followers have been found and convicted of numerous crimes.
Although they were hard, seemingly impossible, to capture, The Wards' reign of terror has finally come to an end. After thirty plus years of igniting fear and terror, they have been taken down. And it's all thanks to a brave group of people from the Independent International Organization known as SHIELD. The Director SHIELD Barbara Morse, who just so happens to be the one that ended the lives of The Wards, agreed to speak with us.
"I'm not proud of what I've done," Director Morse tells us firmly. "I'm never proud of myself when I take someone's life, even if that person has done horrible things. Am I happy that they can no longer hurt anyone? Yes, of course. Am I happy that they're gone? I don't know. These people used to work for the very organization I lead today. But after some horrifying events, they chose to go down the path that they did. I wish it never happened, but we can't go back and change the past. I wish we could, because there are many things I wish I could change.
"These two in particular, I wish I could change many of the things that happened to them that lead them to where they ended up. They both come from troubled pasts and essentially, they let the darkness from their pasts over take them, and turn them into the monsters they became. I just wish I was able to help them. Am I sad that they're gone? Yes. Because they were people just like you and me. They just got dealt a bad hand, and instead of trying to change that, they let that bad hand define them and control them. I wish I could have saved them earlier.
"I came close to saving them once. I won't go into detail, but it was years and years ago. I thought I could save them back then, but I was wrong. By that point, they were beyond the point of being saved. They had already been so consumed by the darkness within themselves. There was no saving them after that.
"So we waited. We waited for the right moment to strike. Every time we thought we had them, they'd disappear; go underground for weeks, sometimes months, before resurfacing and killing again. It went on for years until just the other night when we finally got them.
"I didn't want to kill them; I have never wanted to kill them. But in the end, when it came down to it, I had to make a choice. And the choice I made was to end their lives. It's not a decision I'm proud of, but it's one I'll have to live with."
It's understandable from where Director Morse is coming from, she knew these people from their early days before they went dark. But as for the rest of the world, many of us are glad to finally be rid of these vile human beings.
The Wards took pleasure in killing, torturing, and destroying lives all over the globe. They did it for fun, not out of necessity. They killed thousands of people from all over the world, leaving hardly anyone still breathing when they were done.
And for the few who did survive, they lived every one of the next days out of fear. They were terrified for the lives of themselves and their families. Many of those scars, whether physical or emotional, will never heal.
Despite The Wards looking like a normal, happy couple on the outside, on the inside they were cruel, heartless and downright horrible people.
Even though the scars they left behind will never heal, the few who survived The Wards' reign, and their families, can all sleep better at night from now on. They can sleep better at night knowing that the two people who haunted their dreams every night are no longer on the Earth to torment them.
And although they were awful people, I hope that wherever they are, they are at peace, that they are no longer being tortured by the demons inside that led them to committing their many horrible crimes. No one deserves to feel that pain after death, not even The Wards.
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