Author's Note: You people are wonderful, really, you're all catching things (details) that shows the amount of investment you have in the story and I love that! Both praise and concern are equally appreciated!
That being said: A concern was voiced about the "overplaying" of Skye's 'monster' thoughts and loss of control. Totally understandable, and I'm glad you care enough about the story to notice. There was a method to my madness there, in that, my hypothesis was that Skye without the treatment she received at Afterlife would still be dealing with the effects of the change to her body and her internal self-loathing would still be an issue because she still has yet to meet anyone like her so she (in this universe) would be feeling different and alienated on top of issues that she has been dealing with since childhood. Hope that alleviates some irritation with the repetition, and thanks again for really getting into the story! Love it!
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Ward took in another breath; this one didn't catch, so the five minutes of getting to have Skye in his arms was going to need to come to an end. The idea of the attack not going their way because he was preoccupied with snuggle time, wasn't something that would sit well with him. There had been a breach somewhere, which meant a member of the team could be wounded or worse. They wouldn't know until they investigated their troop situation.
Craning down the few inches to the top of her head he placed a kiss in Skye's hair, not missing the way her body tensed with the knowledge of what he was going to say next. If he were a foolish man he'd suggest she stay here...He knew better.
"It'll be fine." He said quietly into her dark locks, feeling the strands cling and pull against his beard.
"You're sure you can fight?" She asked just as quietly, pointedly not moving from her place curled along his side.
"Well, I'm not up for going twelve rounds with May, but yeah. I'll make it." He replied, scrubbing a hand up and down her back with quickly brisk movements that had her sighing and sitting up on the small bunk. Skye looked back at him over a shoulder and Ward could see all the arguments raging in her dark eyes, but she stayed silent, like him knowing there was no point in telling one to stay while the other went into danger.
He rolled from the bunk doing a quick compartmentalization of the shooting pains without making a sound. Straightening, he turned and stretching back helped Skye to her feet, placing a bristled kiss to the knuckles of her hand before releasing his hold. Silently he reached to the small of his back and pulled out another spare gun, wordlessly handing it over to Skye before replacing the partially used clip in his primary weapon with a full one.
Head down while completing the task he looked at Skye and smiled when he found her gaze on him. It didn't really matter to him that he was wounded, or about to face an unknown amount of assailants in close quarters. He was finally becoming the man she wanted and needed, any obstacles threatening that would be dealt with quickly and efficiently.
Seeing concern in Skye's steady look made everything else seem secondary in comparison. His injuries faded to a dull ache in the background when he received her incredulous and exasperated smile in return for his own. Garrett had always said love was a weakness, treated said affliction like a disease and cautioned against it repeatedly. For the first time in a while Ward felt a sense of purpose, and was once again confident with his decision. He and Skye hadn't been in the right places before, but that had changed, and if that look in her eyes continued to grow…Maybe they could really have something together…
Garrett hadn't been right about this, couldn't have been.
But if it was so…
Then Ward was sick, but he loved it, and was through worrying.
A shared nod had them heading up the stairs and exiting Vault J silently, weapon raised and eyes constantly scanning the surroundings. Skye came along his left and Ward found himself lengthening his stride just enough to be out in front. They proceeded at a guarded pace down the hallways and corners, Ward quickening his step to lead the way around each blind turn. Realizing as he did so that his former rookie would not appreciate his urge to protect her.
Ward wasn't exactly surprised then, when he got held up by an uncompromising, albeit petite, grip on his bicep as they came close to the next turn.
"What the hell are you doing?" She whisper-hissed, with a look that said she was considering just how much damage smacking his thick skull into the nearest wall could possibly cause. Opening his mouth to argue the validity of his decision, he stopped, the words dying on his lips. That fire Skye had, the passion that he'd always been drawn to, was back in her eyes. Hadn't he just told her minutes ago that she was strong and capable of handling whatever might be happening? No doubt she'd see his urge to protect her as doubt in her abilities and control.
Stop getting in your own way Grant.
"Being an idiot." He whispered back finally, before ducking down to plant a quick kiss on her startled lips. "You know I'm the overprotective boyfriend type."
"The what type?!" She half yelled before dropping her voice when he shushed her with a grin. "No I do not know that! Everything I think I know about you is pretty relative at the moment. Wouldn't ya say?" At his half-playful pout she narrowed her eyes further, but the corner of her mouth kept creeping itself up into a smile. "Anyway, there you go again jumping the gun. Who says I want you as my boyfriend huh?"
"So you're just using me for the incredible sex?"
"Incredible?" She repeated, shifting head and shoulders back to give him a once over. "Really?" She challenged with a raised eyebrow, patting his chest condescendingly. "You are not my boyfriend Grant Ward."
He cocked his head to the side, eyes dropping to her mouth. On second thought, who the hell cared about the attack? He was fairly certain there was a maintenance closet nearby that he could utilize to finish what they'd started earlier. The little workman's spaces were becoming something both nostalgic and strangely erotic to him now.
Interesting.
Taking a hand off the gun's grip, he snaked an arm around Skye's waist, breathing in deep past the pain in his ribs when her lips parted in anticipation of his kiss. He could feel a ghost of a grin tightening his own mouth when he paused, meeting her eyes instead. She clasped onto his tactical vest when his eyes came back up to meet hers, and he knew she was remembering the day's earlier incident and their night together just as vividly as he was.
"We'll discuss my boyfriend status, in lengthy and torturous detail tonight." He said quietly, and watched as she swallowed, then ran a berry red tongue over full lips before answering.
"You really think this'll all be over by then?"
"Oh I'll make sure of it," he promised, voice confident, "one way or another."
She opened her mouth to respond, but stopped, head turning to the side like she was listening. A flash of shock on her face was his only warning, before a mountain of a man rounded the corner they'd stopped at. Ward got an impression of lights shining off a shaved head, a straining flak jacket over a large frame, and the glint of a drawn weapon.
Skye said something next to him but Ward's entire focus went to the enemy in front of him. Releasing his hold on her and lashing out, he struck at the vulnerable wrists of his attacker, attempting to weaken or break the grip the big man had on his weapon. Hand-to-hand would be hard enough, but as always he liked his odds, if he could just prevent anyone from getting shot. Namely though, himself and Skye.
Ward's targeting on the wrist was good and it sent the man's aim wide, but he retained his hold on the gun. Following the first impact with a tight roundhouse kick to the quickly recovering slabs of muscle his opponent called arms; Ward was successfully able to knock the firearm loose. It clattered to the ground after colliding with the nearest wall. Taking a few carefully drawn in breaths Grant shut down the shooting pains from his ribcage, and with practiced calm got into a fighting stance.
Maybe hand-to-hand wasn't such a good idea after all.
"Ward! That's Mack! Don't!" Skye's voice finally penetrated into his consciousness. He hesitated, taking a good look at his opposition. He had zero recollection of this person. Tall, dark, and grumpy, must be one of the new recruits that pulled a Grant Ward and betrayed Coulson and The Team.
Was there no originality anymore?
"Let me get this straight." Ward said, hazarding a quick look at Skye before returning to the seething mass of muscle in front of him. "I pull the old double agent move and everyone hates me immediately, even before the FitzSimmons fiasco, ultimately ending in me getting shot and left for dead. This guy and blondie do it, and you don't want him to get hurt? How is that-" His jaws clicked together as a large fist connected with the right side of his face. Pain burst across the targeted area, teeth snapping closed on his unsuspecting tongue.
A stinging at the impact site notified him that the skin had been split open along the ridge of his cheek.
Again.
Probably fracturing the bone…
Again…
Ward could feel the gears turning in his head, Skye's sudden grip on his arm stalled the process, and with a grunt she dragged him a few steps back. This Mack guy wasn't continuing his attack, he just went into a fighting stance and smirked at Ward, inviting him closer with a sardonic little 'let's go' gesture that set Grant on edge. He could feel his own smirk, lips pulled up over teeth in more of a snarl than a smile, as he zeroed in on the obstacle in front of him.
"Mack." Skye cautioned, her grip vising onto Ward's arm with surprising strength. Grant's sneering opponent flashed a look her way, something laughably like betrayal in Mack's eyes.
"Gonzales was right." Mack rumbled out, eyes settling on both of them in turn. "About each and every one of you."
Adrenaline was pumping like gasoline through Ward's body and the pain was receding to something nearly forgotten. This man was with the group that took Skye, the ones that were trying to put Coulson out of commission. Coulson, who was truly the only honorable man Ward had ever known. Mack worked for that sanctimonious jackass Gonzales, he needed to be put down. His size and enthusiastic participation on behalf of this "Real" S.H.I.E.L.D. made Mack a threat, a very serious threat.
Plus…Ward was pissed about his face.
"Skye." He grated out, not taking his focus from Mack, her grip on his arm was solid and he wouldn't risk her being hurt just to get the jump on this mammoth.
"Let go of your Hydra boyfriend Skye. You know he wants to play." The big man goaded, expression mirroring Ward's, his body basically humming with restrained force.
"Oh for-" Skye's hand disappeared from his forearm and Ward darted forward eagerly. Mind whirring and clicking through dozens of attacks and blocks. The fight unfolding through his thoughts like a highlight reel. Counters for every variable that might happen, all within the space of a single step forward.
Before he could take another, there was a resounding crack, his worthwhile opponent seized up and crumbled. The big man fell boneless to the floor at Ward's feet. Causing him to come to an undignified hopping stop, before almost tripping over the prone form, nearly face planting into the ground. Hands clenching he turned to see Skye, whose gun was still drawn and aimed towards where the big man used to be standing.
"Skye!" He snapped, throwing his arms wide in irritation. Completely ignoring him, Skye went to Mack and checked the big man's pulse, lightly touching where the ICER round had hit him in the forehead.
"Like I said." She began conversationally, inspecting her weapon idly, rising to her feet fluidly. Directing her statements to the unconscious man she added. "He's not my boyfriend."
Ward watched her with narrowed eyes as she turned to him with a pointed look, gun still held loosely in her hand. He gave her an easy smile and shrugged, nonplussed at the implied threat.
"Go ahead and shoot gorgeous, I'm not takin' it back."
After cuffing Mack with his own restraints, the two took off through the base slowly and methodically, taking out the enemy insurgents they found as they went. All the while Ward cursed their lack of coms or proper preparation, causing Skye to roll her eyes more than once as they picked off more of Gonzales's forces.
Turning another corner they found Hunter unconscious on the floor with no obvious wounds. Almost directly across from him was another breach point which Ward quickly checked out while Skye went to the injured man. Ward watched as Skye kneeled down beside the Englishman and called his name worriedly while carefully holding the sides of his face. It was in no way jealousy, Ward told himself, that had him budging her aside and slapping the man sharply across his patchily stubbled face.
"Ward!" Skye snapped, tugging at his arm, but he wasn't in the mood to coddle, and refused to be pulled away.
"Hunter." He said loudly, ignoring Skye's irritated grumbling, smacking the unconscious agent again. Hunter came to, blinking rapidly, his eyes flicking between the people hovering over him, before with a groan and a curse he pushed himself to a sitting position.
"You alright?" Skye asked, concern layering her words. Ward glanced at her but contained whatever the obnoxious feeling it was that clawed at his throat and tensed his body. Ignoring whatever Hunter was about to say, Ward interrupted quickly, trying solely to keep them on task.
"Report. What happened? Do you know where the other members of the team are?" He received two matching looks of irritation that he stubbornly ignored. Pinning Hunter with a look that demanded an answer, Ward was already running through possibilities.
"Yes thank you Skye, I'm quite fine, appreciate the concern. Ward, so glad to know you're still here as well and…breathing." Ward briefly considered hitting the other man again, when Hunter continued. "All I know is, I was heading to the loo minding my own, then big went the boom and I'm laying amongst the rubble and here comes Mack through the hole."
"You look dirty not damaged." Ward commented suspiciously, Hunter locked eyes with him and the seconds stretched in silence. Without another sound the Englishman reached down and pulled up his shirt. The skin along one side looked livid, bruising was already setting in and Ward wouldn't be surprised if the two of them shared the same amount of damage to their ribs.
"I was on my way to dreaming as he pulled me out of the bits, checked my vitals and told me he'd be back to take me the infirmary." Grant nodded his acceptance to Hunter's response but trust wasn't something that came easily.
And I don't feel bad about smacking him.
The pounding of feet had all three agents lunging to their feet, though in Hunter's case that ended with a grunt and an unsteady topple over against the wall.
May and a group of foot soldiers came around the far corner, Ward and Skye lowered their weapons. Skye immediately turning to help a wheezing Hunter while Ward closed the distance to an irritated May. Whenever her features became so tight it looked like she was carved from marble his throat would reflexively constrict remembering how Melinda May dealt with things that pissed her off.
Thank God it wasn't him this time.
"Ward." She acknowledged shortly, looking passed him to Skye. "You good?" At Skye's answering nod Coulson's right-hand turned her attention back to Ward. "Report."
With as few sentences and words as possible he filled her in on what had happened since the initial attack. She nodded curtly, holding a hand up when he got to the part about Mack.
"He's down?"
"ICED and cuffed two halls over from the Vaults." He answered tightly.
"You?"
Ward shook his head.
"Skye?" May asked with a little knowing smile that grated against his nerves, but he nodded, careful to keep his face blank.
"I was trying to save time." Skye chipped in coming up beside him, supporting Hunter, one of his arms slung over her shoulder. "You know how guys are." Ward eyed the proximity of Hunter's resting hand that was rather unnecessarily close to copping a feel.
I will break every bone in that hand so help me-
"Oh yeah." May answered, not even attempting to hide her smirk. Ward pulled his gaze from the offending hand and looked back at his past hookup, keeping his expression noncommittal. Without touching anymore on the Mack subject he recounted everything else that had happened until the two groups met up.
"Alright, you guys," May gestured to the men behind her, "take control of this breach site and await further instructions the rest of us will-"
Coulson's voice came over the PA system like a rather irritated Almighty and everyone froze to listen.
"My team to the lab, everyone be there in five."
Everyone shared a quick look before May, Skye, and Hunter turned and began making their way towards the meeting place. Ward hesitated unsure, what was worse, coming when he wasn't invited or missing the briefing thereby risking the wrath of Coulson who-
"Move your ass Ward." Coulson's voice commanded.
With a jerk Grant leapt forward to eat up the distance between himself and the slowly proceeding trio in front of him. Wordlessly he spun Hunter around, disengaging the contact with Skye, and quickly bent to toss the smaller man over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. Regaining and maintaining his previous quick pace he ignored Hunter's protests.
"Ward?" May asked, trotting a little to keep up with his longer loping gate.
"Time may be a factor." He supplied reasonably, in no way enjoying the small grunts of pain that came from his irate baggage.
"That can't be good on his ribs." Skye cautioned, hopping over an unconscious insurgent, brows drawn tightly together as she considered Ward's carefully straight face. "Or yours."
"He's fine, aren't ya Hunter?" He asked, continuing immediately when the man sounded on the verge of arguing. "I mean you wouldn't want anything to happen to the other members of the team just to save your dignity?"
"What dignity?" May jibed lightly under her breath. There was pointed silence for a moment as the three moved quickly to the lab.
"You will put me down before we get into the lab." Hunter said finally through clenched teeth.
"Why?" Ward asked, not understanding the note of finality in the agent's tone.
"Because my guess is that the big bosses have decided to sit down and play nice, and if I know Bobbi, which I don't really, come to think of it, she'll be there. I won't be dropped at her feet like a sack of potatoes."
"I can agree to that." Ward answered, thinking of Skye moving quietly on his right, out of view behind his bag of English produce.
A meeting between Gonzales and Coulson? Unease settled into his shoulders like a quick moving fatigue, finding its way into his aching ribs, making him momentarily regret his decision. Until Hunter let out a wheezing little gasp that had Ward carefully shutting down his own feeling of pain in order not to make a similar noise.
What will the head of the 'Real' S.H.I.E.L.D. want done with the old Hydra traitor?
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Skye could feel the tension roll around the room as the two teams faced off over the open space. She'd stubbornly stuck to Ward's side when they'd entered, mostly because he'd tried sidling off to distance their proximity. No doubt the big idiot was still trying to play the hero and protect her from Gonzales's sharp eyed criticism. Now she glared up at him, yanked on an arm that was rigidly crossed over his chest until it was dropped. His eyes bored into her as she interlocked their fingers and, shoving her other hand into her pocket locked sight with the leader of the opposition. Gonzales's face showed no kind of emotion at her actions other than a muscle that began to twitch along his jaw.
Noticing the change of focus Coulson glanced over, stalling momentarily, his eyes flashed back and forth between her and Ward but he didn't shoot a glare or make an order. Skye half listened as Coulson began giving a 'can't we all get along' speech, her eyes tracking the faces of the leading agents that had shown up with Gonzales. There were a few that Skye knew, besides the ones that had snuck onto her team. Hunter had been right, Bobbi stood to the top dog's right side, her concentration fully on Coulson except for an occasional glance Ward's way. Mack sat on a stool, arms braced on his legs, he glowered openly at the two hand holders. He did every now and then sneak a look at Fitz.
The engineer in question stood next to Coulson, arms tightly crossed and looking in no particular direction. Simmons stood next to him, glaring at both Bobbi and Mack, while nodding along to what Coulson was saying about mistakes made. May however, had eyes only for the big man on the stool, and when Mack noticed this Skye couldn't stop the smirk when she saw his obvious discomfort at being singled out by The Cavalry.
"So let's discuss what we need from one another in order to make things right." Coulson closed earnestly, looking to each of the opposing agents. "Contrary to what you may think we are all on the same side." Skye doubted her Director missed how each one of the competition glanced Ward's way when he said this.
"First." Gonzales broke the heavy silence, with his professionally crisp tone. "We need full access to Fury's Toolbox."
"Done." Coulson answered with a nod. Skye kept her face blank, she knew whatever big secret Coulson was keeping in that toolbox must be about to make itself known, regardless of him sharing the information, for Coulson to just accept so quickly. Gonzales paused and she knew he was probably thinking something along the same lines.
"Secondly, I'll need the immediate containment of the fugitive Grant Ward and the gifted agent Skye. Whose incarceration I will have authority over."
Skye felt Ward's hand clamp down on hers, realizing after a moment that she was squeezing back just as hard when the muscles in her forearm began to protest. Neither moved but she knew she wasn't the only one calculating their chances of making it out of the base. She and Ward agreed on a few things, one of which was a hatred of confinement.
"Not happening." Coulson answered evenly.
"Coulson I assure her safe-"
"Her safety?" Coulson snapped, Skye's eyes shot to the Director's face at the sudden break of his congenial manner. "So she can go back to being sedated in some shadowy pit, watched over by guards that openly discuss sexually assaulting her?" She felt her eyes widen and looked to Ward, whose face was a dark mask that threatened to devour Gonzales and his team. "Never. You will never take Skye again. Do we understand one another?"
Silence reigned until Mack's deep voice sounded, echoing off the walls with a low rumble.
"You honestly think she's safer with him than with us?" Coulson simply stared at Mack without answering, his silence adding to the building tension in the room.
"Skye." Bobbi spoke up finally, dragging Skye's gaze her way. "How can you? After everything?" She opened her mouth to answer, but was cut off by a snappy Scottish brogue.
"Oh you mean on account of him being a lying traitor who endangered members of this team?" Fitz asked tightly, his eyes looking through first Bobbi, then moving to pierce through Mack, who shifted uneasily in his seat.
"What we did was necessary. We were on a mission." Bobbi said fervently, pleading with her eyes for the others to understand.
"We didn't much care for that answer when Ward used it." Simmons replied coldly. "Did we Fitz?"
"You ought to be grateful we're such a forgiving lot." Fitz continued with a nod. "Should be easier, not wanting to shoot you all, what with none of us being incapacitated permanently, no broken bones or brain damage. Rather a light mutiny than what we're used to. I'm sure we'll get over this betrayal in record time." He finished sarcastically, a humorless smirk twisting his mouth.
"Speak for yourself mate." Hunter added conversationally, exchanging loaded stares with his ex.
"You cannot possibly expect us to come to a truce when you not only work with a Hydra agent but allow said agent to fraternize with a member of your team. Especially when Skye has the means to cause such destruction, as one of my agents found out." Gonzales said, aiming a glare Skye's way that she easily returned.
"He was trying to kill me." She defended.
"And us." Simmons remarked acerbically.
"Former Hydra agent." Coulson corrected.
"I'll go."
Skye nearly jumped to hear Ward's quiet consent.
"Ward." She said quietly, turning to him. "No."
"Absolutely not." Fitz added.
"Not your call Ward." Coulson enforced the rejection, shooting a sharp look Grant's way.
"Look if he's willing to go…" Mack stated, climbing to his feet and taking a step Ward's way.
In the space of a stuttering heart beat Skye released her hold on Ward's hand and stepped in front of him. Coulson moved forward, directly blocking the bigger man, face set and resolute. May was at his side within a breath, Hunter, Fitz and shockingly even Simmons arrayed behind the two leaders of the team.
Skye could feel the erratic disharmony coming from everyone in the room. Her team specifically was humming with such restrained emotion they were nearly vibrating physically. They sounded to her like the enraged buzzing of territorial hornets. They were like a great swarm, that had arrayed itself ready to attack the threat endangering the hive, and waiting oh so impatiently to strike.
"Grant Ward is my asset." Coulson said quietly, his tone brooking no argument. "His knowledge is invaluable to the team and S.H.I.E.L.D. I also have reason to believe he was subject to mental alteration at the hands of the traitor John Garrett."
"What reason is that?" Gonzales bit out. "His excuses?"
"Sir, maybe we should listen to their findings." Bobbi murmured quietly.
"Do they have any?" Mack asked neutrally, eyes still on Coulson, who looked unflinchingly back.
"Yeah, unlike you guys Ward was willing to admit he was wrong." Fitz answered neatly. "We've been conducting a multitude of tests since his return and my findings are both irrevocable and conclusive in the matter." Mack and Fitz stared at one another for a moment, Skye got the idea that Fitz was daring his onetime friend to question his abilities. Once again silence filled the room until Mack nodded and took a conceding step back.
"I propose we agree to a cease and desist for the time being." Coulson said, tone once again pleasant. "Tomorrow Fitz can present his findings to everyone present. If his answers are largely satisfactory hopefully we can come to an agreement on where we proceed with this organization."
"And if I'm not satisfied?" Gonzales asked quietly.
"Then we go back to you assaulting my base and me buying brick in bulk." Coulson supplied flatly. "I hope that's not the case, there's a good chance that Hydra has acquired another gifted, we could really use the extra help in liberating the individual."
There was a quick exchange of knowing looks between several of the opposing agents that didn't go unnoticed by Coulson.
"You've heard about this I take it?"
"Perhaps." Gonzales evaded, looking at Coulson's team appraisingly. "We'll be back tomorrow. See what happens then."
"I'll leave the door unlocked." Coulson quipped with his standard affable smile in place.
As the possible allies began filing out Skye turned to a decidedly quiet Ward, doing her best to keep her voice down.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Skye I just-"
"What kind of a piece of shit boyfriend takes off on his girl with the obvious abandonment issues? Huh?"
"Did you-"
"Some fricken' awesome significant other you turned out to be!"
"I wanted-"
"What were you thinking? That you'd just martyr yourself? Trying to get out of making this work?" She demanded, gesturing between them. "Because tough luck buddy you're not going anywhere. Consider yourself benched." He gave her an infuriatingly endearing little smile and his eyes dipped into her like a kiss.
"Ok." He said simply.
"And don't think giving me those fraking puppy dog eyes of yours is going to stop me tearing your ass a new one as soon as we get back to our room." She hastened, when his gaze dropped to her lips and threatened to squash her irritated resolve to berate the stupidity out of him.
"Our?" He questioned, meeting her eyes again, smile spreading minutely.
"Problem?"
"No."
"Yeah I know it's not." She snapped, barreling ahead through his huff of a laugh. "And this? The me informing you of how incredibly idiotic that was? It's continuing when we get to the room, you will not try to get out of it."
"No, by all means keep it up," he agreed, bending his head to bring his lips closer to hers, "I like it when you're sassy."
"Sassy!?" She hissed, before he closed the remaining space and kissed her. Fingers clasped at the nape of her neck, an arm banding them together. Her lips parted reflexively and she only had a moment of irritation with herself before his tongue made everything but want slip away. She gripped the top of his tactical vest, pulling him closer, as his mouth worked against hers. Beard scraping her chin and pooling heat through her core. He pulled away and she barely stifled the noise of protest that tickled up her throat.
"I like you worrying about me." He admitted quietly, the hand at her nape moving so he could drag the pad of his thumb along her cheek bone.
"Someone has to." She retorted, her voice blessedly strong in her ears.
"Wanna go back to our room so you can yell at me some more?" Ward asked with a grin, moving the thumb to glide over her bottom lip.
"Yes please." She answered with a nod, pulling the slightly salty lip between her teeth to run a questioning tongue along the swollen flesh.
Turning she stopped abruptly, feeling Ward bump into her. Their team stood staring at them with varied levels of interest and embarrassment.
"Well I'd say get a room." Hunter drawled, Skye saw Coulson shuffle uncomfortably and felt her face flush. "But apparently you're on top of it."
"Unnecessary innuendo." Fitz deadpanned.
"Awe come on Fitz, it was a little necessary."
Wordlessly the couple left the room to the sounds of awkward laughter following them.
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Sorry this took so long guys, your reviews really helped me get this chapter done, thanks so much for the support and your patience. I don't know about you guys but, while I love my storyline, I kinda just wanna have a chapter of them being like ridiculously coupley together to deal with my resounding Ward rage left over from the show. Let me know if that sounds good, if not we can dive right into the meeting with Gonzales and move the story on from there.
As always all reviews are welcomed and seriously considered I like hearing from you guys and planting little Easter eggs based on your reviews. I feel like this is a group effort, it's fun to see if I can keep everyone interested in my crazy day dream that turned into this fic. Hope to hear from you guys and more than likely the next chap will be up next week.