Chapter 4- Wake Up Call


"Fitz, Ward isn't awake yet and we need him for strategy."

Leo rolled his eyes. He knew what was coming. "And it's my job to wake him up, right?"

Coulson smirked. "Yep."

Leo grunted. "I did it last time."

"Hence why it's your job."

"I hate you sometimes, Coulson. If I have to do it, you have to come with me."

Coulson shrugged. "That would make no sense. It doesn't take two agents to do one wake-up-call, Fitz."

Leo winked. "And this is how I know you've never delivered a wake-up-call to Agent Grant Ward. He manages to be the most paranoid person I know and sleep like a baby at the same time. I don't get how he does it."

Coulson rolled his eyes fondly. "Fine. We'll do it together. But if we waste precious time waking up Agent Ward, it's on you."

Leo shrugged and led the way to Ward's room. He knew that a simple knock wouldn't do the trick, but he wanted to show Coulson just how difficult it was. Rapping on the door and receiving no reply, Leo smirked at his superior and opened the door widely.

What he saw was not what he had expected from this particular task.

There, on the bed, lay Grant Ward, as naked as the day he was born. His earphones were in, plugged into his phone. It didn't take a scientist to figure out why. Especially considering the large...well...thing that was currently standing to attention with a hand wrapped around it.

As soon as they entered, Ward noticed them. He threw his phone to side and tried to cover up.

Leo counted his effort as a complete failure. He had been on top of his bedsheets, legs spread across the bed. He covered his more private parts with his arms, but the damage had already been done. Leo and Coulson had seen everything he had to offer.

"Well that was…something I never thought I'd see."

"You get used to it when every morning you're sent to wake the guy up."

"Every time?"

"Only when he's been out late on assignment and needs to…let off some steam, I guess when he wakes up."

"I'm sorry I keep asking you to do that."

"I'm not saying that I mind entirely."

Coulson smirked. Oh. So that's how it was. "Well, I don't see why you can't wake him up every day, Agent Fitz. Seems like it's a very important job."

"Oh, yeah. Very important. Takes an exceptionally intelligent engineer to wake up a combat agent. I have to make sure that he's in the right psychological state when he wakes up so that he recognizes me as a friendly face and not a combatant."

"Only an intelligent engineer would know what to do with the tools required."

Fitz blanched. "Oh my god, Coulson. I always say you're like a father figure to me but this is not what I meant. I don't need…that from you."

"So you're saying that you don't appreciate the innuendos?"

"I don't hate them, but it's weird. Anyway, if we want to start this meeting on time, I'd say I had work to do."

"Yeah, you do," Coulson retorted playfully.

"Oh my god."

As Fitz entered the room, Coulson stood with his back against the door, folding his arms in case anybody came by. There was a small slit in the door for any talented prying eyes to glimpse through. But Coulson was the leader, a professional, and there was absolutely no way that he was going to pry. None at all. No way.

Fitz slipped into the room, back against the door.

"I thought you were just going to leave," Ward muttered as he untangled his earphones.

Fitz walked towards the bed. "And pass up all of this? You overestimate my powers of resistance."

Ward pulled him closer. "Wait. Is Coulson still outside?"

Fitz gave him a look.

"Oh. Oh Fitz, you kinky bastard," Ward attempted his best efforts at a Scottish accent which, being an American, didn't work out too well.

Fitz scrunched up his face. "I'm begging you never to try that again."

Ward flipped both of them over so Ward was on top, peering down at Fitz. "You'll be begging for something else in a minute."

Outside the door, Coulson smirked.

Simmons chose that moment to walk past, looking around the hallway. "Oh Coulson, have you seen Fitz? We were going to get breakfast."

Coulson paled. "Uh, no haven't seen him. Maybe he's looking for you somewhere."

Simmons frowned. "Why are you standing guard outside Ward's...oh. He finally did it then."

"What?"

"Fitz has been into Ward ever since we started here. I'm just glad he's finally getting some. Really loosens him up."

Simmons chuckled at Coulson's reaction as she walked away. Boy, did she love keeping people on their toes.