Author's Note: Ok so I thought a lot about this and felt it wasn't fair to skyeward shippers if I didn't do at least one skyeward. I do not promote to this pairing and have done my best to step around it by doing neither anti-ward nor pro-ward. I'm sure you guys might have noticed that I always said Hydra instead of Ward or Cal. But to make it a possible pairing, (that I felt I would feel alright about to write about) I felt an additional person needed, so here we are. It's not pure Skyeward but its pretty close.

I know I said no updates today but its technically tomorrow and this pairing sort of got stuck in my mind. (I was trying to think of something for Wanda)

"I'm not a good man, Skye," he says this to her because he knows of the things he has done to stay alive. He has done a lot of bad things and would them all over again if he was able to keep her alive. He didn't care whether she hated it or not because at the end of the day, it only matter that she was alive. Alive but sadly was far better than cold and dead.

"Yes you are-" she whispers. She clutches his shirt. The sight of his words on her neck sends a rush of heat down his body, pooling at his groin. He clenches his fist. They have a third. Usually trios were completed fairly quickly once they met up. It has been almost a year since he met Skye and spoke their first words. A whole year of pining.

He presses his lips onto her soft ones, she wrapped her hands around his neck, bringing them closer. His tongue darts out to meet hers, his hands reaching up to graze her cheekbones as he digs into her hair. He wants her so bad. The heat coiling in stomach burns, he can feel his pants digging into him.

"Skye..." he pulls a ragged breath as he pushes them apart. "We can't-"

"Ward I'm your soulmate. We were made for each other for a reason." She cups his face with her hands.

He can't. He can't risk her safety. He knows there's something lurking in his head and Hydra's tech had promised to remove it if he obeys them.

"I'm sorry Skye," he pushes away.

She's angry at him. Nothing he says can change her mind. She is good, driven and hopelessly loyal to fault. All the things he wants to be but isn't. The thing in his head talks to him sometimes, makes him rage, makes him do things he doesn't want to.

He begs for it to go away but it won't. He knows it. The thing from the staff, the voice of the Asgardian. Ward watches in horror as he buries his brother. He hates him but he never wished death on his brother.

Run. He has to run far away from his soulmates to keep them safe from him. The voice doesn't let him. It tells him to go back. It makes him go back. Time after time. He returns, he watches the horror on Skye's face. He wishes to tell her the truth. The voice cannot be opposed. It will not be opposed.

Finally, it goes quiet when Skye shoots him. Like it has finished its purpose and has no need of him. So he runs and runs.

It has been many months since he last saw Skye physically and far many more months ago since their doomed first kiss. He falls asleep dreaming of her, of her curling into his side, his hand tracing circles on her hips. He dreams of waking up to her sleeping face, her dark exotic eyes blinking blearily at him. He dreams of kissing her senseless, hands inching up her flushed skin, fucking her into the mattress. Then he wakes up alone and frustrated.

He stares at the last photo he had of her with him. She can be happy now, she can find someone that's less fucked up in the head. He had kept her safe even if she hated him now. Even if he can never see her again. Better alive and angry than dead. He tells himself every day. He can't return. Even if the voice is quiet, he feels its weight lying dormant in his head. He fears what it might do if he returns and he wonders if it would even let him explain.

Ward doesn't remember where he is. He hadn't planned to go anywhere for a long time, he let random choices decide for him.

A woman is standing at the train station waiting. Her long dark hair and dark eyes remind him of Skye but she is not Skye. She is equally beautiful.

He doesn't know why but he feels like he can trust her. She cups his head between her hands, her eyes taking on a strange red glow and the weight in his head vanishes.

"We can go home now," she tells him, speaking the words that has been etched in him since he was four.

And for the longest time, it feels like he can breathe again. He can go home now. Back to Skye, back with Wanda and Skye.