This is the second part to the previous one shot, not sure if they'll be one more part or if I'll leave it at a two shot!

The Well, part 2

"She's not getting a debrief. I don't care what you think, she's not in the right mind to retell everything that's happened to her today." Ward told her flatly. His hands were clenched at his side, he wasn't going to get over angry for no reason, that was the rage from the staff, not him.

"I know you're trying to look out for her but she has to. We have to know what happened." Coulson told him, leaning back in his desk chair. "She'll only be in here for a few minutes. We've already heard most of it from you."

"Isn't that enough?! You know what went on with me, you know what I saw. She shouldn't have to tell you what she saw. I won't let her come up here unless it's her own choice. Speaking from current experience, sitting in this room does nothing but make you more angry." He practically hissed.

"I can tell, your voice is raising and your fists have been clenched since you walked in." Ward frowned before he released the fist he had held tightly, unaware that he was even doing it.

"Am I dismissed?" He asked, his voice considerably lower. He got a nod.

Ward quickly made his way down the spiral staircase. He kept his head down and walked down to the cargo hold and pulled the punch bag across from the side that Skye and him had used this morning for training. He didn't even bother wrapping his hands. He glanced towards FitzSimmons who looked away the minute he looked at them, going back to talking to Skye, who was clearly calmer than he was and had been since she touched the staff. He took a deep breath before he started punching the bag harder than he had before.

The hits got harder as he got angrier and he was well aware of the fact he'd broken the skin on at least two knuckles on his left hand due to the growing force he had going. He felt someone hold his shoulder and he flinched away, he span on his heel and managed to stop himself punching Skye who had quickly pulled away when she saw him flinch, knowing what would happen.

"You're bleeding." She told him, gesturing to his hands.

He didn't even look down, he knew he was. "I've had worse, I can't feel anything." He shrugged. That was the problem, he wanted to feel the pain, he wanted some kind of release that wouldn't hurt those around him but he would feel it.

"I don't care. You need to get them looked at and find another way to relax. This quite obviously isn't helping." She told him and held his arm tightly so he couldn't go back to punching the bag.

"How do you do it? You seem as fine as you were before you held the staff." He whispered and followed her as he got tugged towards the emergency seats. When she reached for the medical bag placed by the seats he took a minute to look at her. She was wearing a red dress, similar to the one she wore on the day she arrived on the Bus, of her own will, the fact it was loose made it look like she was a lot more relaxed than she probably was. He however was still in his combat gear from earlier, it probably wasn't a good idea.

"I know ways to calm myself down. Why do you think I disappeared for a while by myself once we'd arrived here? You on the other hand clearly don't know how to calm down if punching things is what you do first. Sitting in silence works, could a robot do that though?" She asked with a small smile as she walked back over to him. She put the bag down and pulled out a bandage and some sterile wipes. "You're the first I've come across so I'm not too sure what you can do without getting bored and breaking your circuits." She admitted, a small smile came to his face.

"I just prefer not to, it makes me more on edge." He shrugged and watched as she carefully took his hand and cleaned the cuts. He didn't even wince. "It's like I concentrate more on everything when I'm not doing, maybe that's just because I was programmed that way."

"Did you just make another joke? Apparently something's changed with you. I like the jokey side more than the evil faceless government toolbag I originally met." She smiled and kept hold of his hand as she dropped the wipe on the side and reached for the bandage. "I'm not an expert wrapper of bandages but I'm guessing you don't want to go see Simmons right? Because that would be a lot easier for the both of us."

He shook his head again with a smile. "I'm sure it'll be fine, I don't want to be close to people just to upset them with this stupid rage thing happening to me right now." He told her and watched as she wrapped his hand up as best as she could. It didn't look too bad.

She shoved everything to the side and sat beside him, his hand was still loosely in hers but neither of them bothered to move it.

"I heard what you said to Coulson, I think everyone heard what you said to Coulson, but thank you."

"You were listening?" He asked with a frown.

"No..well...maybe but not purposely, I was coming up to debrief because he called for me, so I had to come, and I heard what you said but I did leave, I didn't awkwardly stand outside though , so that's good." She shrugged and sighed. "I'm sorry. I guess you didn't mean for me to hear."

"Hey, it's okay." He said with a half smile and held her hand a little tighter, giving it a squeeze. "If everyone heard, you being outside isn't a big deal. I was just trying to do what I felt was right. Having to recount everything that made you angry isn't fun." He told her.

She nodded. "That's why I'm thankful I have someone looking out for me. I'll talk to him about it another day, just not today." She smiled and glanced down at their hands for less than a second. It really was nice to see this side of him.

"Someone's gotta do it." He teased. "You're not that bad anyway." He told her and shoved her shoulder gently.

A/N Sorry for the delay

This chapter kinda got away from me and I don't know where I'm going with it. Tempted to just leave it like this and go on to other one shots. However if I can be bothered it may become a three shot and chapters will be moved around.

Thanks for reading!