"So, if I win, I get my phone back, if you win I get it back Friday?" Tilly asked Ward as she stretched out her arms. She knew that Carl and Sarah were watching her, as they usually did, when she sparred with her brother.
"If you like" he replied
"So no rules, just like last time?"
"Unless the injury is life threatening."
"It was a family emergency you know."
"I know, but you can't disobey Toby like that. SHIELD is about following orders whether you like them or not. You can't just go off on your own because that's when someone gets killed."
"Ok I won't disobey him anymore. But I am, getting my phone back." Tilly stated stubbornly.
Without warning, Ward threw a punch at Tilly, who managed to duck it, grab hold of his arm and land a blow of her own to his elbow whilst simultaneously kicking his at his knees. She then threw him over her shoulder.
He landed in a kneeling position and Tilly feigned a punch to his face, while bringing her knee up to connect with his jaw, making him recoil.
"Thought you were trying?" she asked him, backing up and allowing him to get to his feet.
The second that he was stood she launched an attack on him, that Ward could barely defend. His head felt a touch fuzzy from the knee to his jaw.
Eventually, he saw a gap in Tilly's attack and launched into one of his own. This time it was Tilly who struggled to defend.
They carried on in this vein until Ward managed to throw Tilly over his shoulder and she landed on the mat.
Hard.
Ward allowed Tilly back to her feet and gave her a moment to shake herself off.
It was a moment he would soon regret.
Tilly looked at him, eyes narrowed, and ran full pelt at him, dodging his defences and wrapped her knees around his head. He expected her to throw him the way Nat had taught her, which he could counter, or backwards like she had with Clint at Christmas and Dan during the competition.
He did not expect Tilly to twist in a way he was not familiar with which sent him spiralling through the air.
He landed on the floor, Tilly having tossed him clear of the mat, and he slid across the room, the skin on his arm feeling like it was being ripped off from the friction.
He came to rest on his back, his body feeling like he had been thrown off the bus again. He lifted his head and lowered it to the floor groaning. He Carl and Sarah cheering and he knew he had been beaten. He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe.
He saw Tilly loom over him and felt his body start to spasm. When it stopped, she stood with her feet either side of his torso, reached into his pocket and remove her phone.
"You feel better for that?" he asked her
"Maybe a little" she smirked back.
Tilly lowered her hand to help Ward to his feet, while Carl and Sarah joined them.
That's when Ward saw the gun in her hand.
"You shot me? When the hell did you get a gun?"
"While you were flat out."
"Didn't need to shoot me"
"Hey!" Tilly exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air, and moving away from him. "You said no rules!"
"Fair enough."
"Ward, do you know you're bleeding?" Carl asked him.
Ward looked at the arm he felt the skin rip off and saw that his arm and hand were indeed covered in blood, and that there was a smear of blood across the floor, a small pool of blood where he stopped and another pool slowly forming where he was stood.
"Anyone got a medical kit?" he asked
Three heads shook for the negative. Tilly removed her top, revealing a number of red welts across her torso and used it to wrap around Ward's arm. She looked at the floor, then at Ward.
"If you go to medical for supplies, I'll clean this up" she told him.
"It's after curfew. I can't leave you guys here alone."
"Call Toby" Sarah suggested
Ward groaned but pulled his own phone out of a pocket. Looking at the screen, he showed it to Tilly. It was completely destroyed.
Tilly called Toby, who answered on the third ring.
"Hey T, I need a favour"
"No Tilly, I will not get you your phone back"
"Erm… what do you think I'm calling you off?"
Toby stayed silent for a moment before asking:
"What's the favour?"
"Need a medical kit in the arena. Can you bring one?
"You shouldn't be there alone."
"I'm not alone. Can you also bring a blood kit?
"What did you do?"
"Finally whooped my Brothers Ass!"

Toby arrived at the Arena to a scene of total chaos.
Tilly was trying to tend to Ward, who was simply covered/ in blood, while Carl and Sarah were throwing everything out of the cupboards trying to find something to help.
"What the hell happened?" he asked
"Toby, Tilly threw Ward so far, he landed on the floor, then went sliding and then she shot him!" Carl babbled
"It was insane" Sarah added
"What's with all the blood?" Toby asked directing his question at Ward.
"I suspect I either caught my arm on something or a friction burn"
Toby handed the blood kit to Carl and opened the medical kit. He took Wards Arm from Tilly and removed her now blood soaked top.
"This may take a while. Tilly, you help me. Carl and Sarah, can you use the blood kit to clean the floor? There is gloves and special cleaners in there specifically to clean up blood as it's a biohazard."
Tilly handed Toby what he would need to see to Ward. He used a piece of soaked gauze to wipe the blood away to expose the wound. Ward hissed and tried to pull his arm away from Toby, staring daggers at Tilly, knowing she had used alcohol on the gauze.
Toby quickly and effectively cleaned Wards arm exposing a long gash along his bicep and grazing down his forearm.
"Looks deep. It'll need stitching." Toby stated, inspecting the wound.
"Don't do it" Ward warned him.
"Sorry! Sarah, get over here"
"What's up?" she asked
"You're going to stitch this wound up"
"What?"
"Just what I said. Don't worry, I'll talk you through it"
Tilly handed Sarah what she would need to stitch the gash up, while Toby showed her how to close the wound. It took a while, but she finally closed the wound. Tilly cleaned the graze as it was still weeping and covered it with gauze and a bandage, before heading towards Carl to help him clean the floor.
It was almost 1:00am by the time they were done, so Ward and Toby walked the three of them back to their dorm rooms.
When they got to Tilly's room, Ward handed her back her shirt.
"This is going to raise questions in the Laundry!" she joked, holding it up with two fingers.
"You may want to hand wash it" Toby suggested
Tilly made a move to go to the bathroom to put it in a sink.
"Woah, Woah, you need to go to bed! You all need to be up in four hours!" Toby exclaimed, stopping her.
"Unless you're going to take it to your room and soak it Toby, I need to get it in a sink, so it doesn't dry. If it dries it will never come out! That means it needs washing like now!"
Ward snatched the shirt back from her, told the three students to get to bed, and left with Toby.
Tilly knew he wasn't going home that night and felt a pang of guilt as she let herself into her room.