He's Free
(Grant Ward)
"Runaway" By: Love and Theft
It's been a long week
I've got a slow leak in my left front tire
I'm sick of where I work
My boss is such a jerk, don't care if I get fired
Ward looked out window of the plane on the way to Cuba. He and Garret had secured the plane and soon it would touch down. They would be meeting up with the rest of the team to storm the premises. While he doubted Coulson would be finding out right away, he was pretty sure that this was really it. He wouldn't be going back to the makeshift team he had been a part of these last months. Finally he was done with them
My back's about to break
No money in the bank
And she don't call me anymore
I'm down to my last drink, it's time to sell my things
From this point forward, he was back to who he was supposed to be with no more turning back. Anything he had imagined as a possible future for him and Skye was definitely not possible anymore. He was well and truly done with that team from hell. He never had to work with those pansies again, thank god.
He didn't think he could take another of those science idiots' meltdowns because someone touched their precious holotable. Nor could he stand to get put down by miss high and mighty Cavalry – legend or not, she wasn't all that hot.
And pack my bags and never look back
Run a parallel line with the railroad tracks
And make my getaway
I'll put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down
Leave everybody sleepin' in this sleepy town tonight
At the break of day
I'll be a runaway
Garret had once again saved him from the madness that his life was becoming. Of course, this latest madness had been his fault as well, but he'd get back to that later. Right now all Ward could see was the blue horizon before him and the freedom from the oppressive organization that was S.H.I.E.L.D.
This time tomorrow he could be relaxing on some deserted beach awaiting their next move. Or if he wanted, he could grab another flight to Miami and await the completion of the new installations while sipping his bear on some boat on the Bay.
A hundred miles in, I got a stupid grin
On my scruffy face
With every cigarette I'm burnin' my regrets
Don't want to leave a trace
And from the rearview, I've got clear view
Of who I used to be
A little bit faster now
Don't wanna turn around
He schooled his features as soon as he realized there was a smile on his face. It wouldn't do to get caught up on it all now. He had a job to finish first. Tomorrow was a different story. There was time enough to think about tomorrow later. But he was free.
I'm gonna pack my bags and never look back
Run a parallel line with the railroad tracks
And make my getaway