AN: I suck. So sorry guys. With finals done I have time again so I hope this chapter will be the wrap up that meets expectations because after that midseason finale I can't even deal with the actual show at the moment.
I was gonna have a short note here but then I realized this will be the last one for the story and you can skip it in any regard, however, I just wanted to say a huge thank you once again, I love your reviews, praises and critiques I love taking them and tweaking the story to make it better for y'all to read and I hope that really shows in this chapter, couple of Easter Eggs in this one for those that stuck with me through it all.
So this is the end to the story, but I have plans on starting one of three possible storylines. Either a time-warp season 1 rewrite, a T.A.H.I.T.I. fic, or if everyone is really attached to this storyline I can come up with a sequel to this one here, probably still kind of following show events but with Ward as part of the team…as he should be. Let me know in your reviews…if you're all still speaking to me lol.
One last thing, chapter name is based off a Skyeward video that makes me want to cry every time I watch it, "Certain Things" by xLilithJow, check it out and feel the feels my friends.
Here we go, happy reading.
Disclaimer: Nothing owned.
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"You have five minutes."
Skye opened her mouth to shout…something, anything, anything to stop Ward, as with one deft motion he took himself out of play. She hadn't been able to accept the complete change in his frequency that jarred into her when Raina had given Ward what was clearly Garrett's old trigger phrase. His once constant thrum now mutated into an alien signal she didn't recognize, there was only a weak feedback of what it once had been barely sounding below the surface.
Revenge of the malware.
She should have moved quicker, had she been able to get her hands on him maybe she'd have been able to repeat the experience they had in the maintenance closet at the Playground before Gonzales's forces had attacked. But this sudden severing of the link her own tune had formed with his, had felt like a quick punch to the gut and she'd hesitated. Not ICING him as soon as she felt the change like she should have was a mistake, and he'd demonstrated how quickly he could once again become a serious threat.
But never in all her wildest nightmares would she have imagined he'd be able to do what just happened. Ward was a survivor, and risking the damage such a close range wound would undoubtedly cause, well, that would have never been a route he'd choose, let alone be able to execute while so altered as he'd felt to her just now.
A sound resembling his name tore from her throat that echoed around the Cage with the sound of the gunshot and she watched in horror as he staggered a couple steps to collide with the far wall. She felt two sets of hands grip her and realized from some remote controlled place that she too had staggered as Ward had.
She had to get to him.
This is not the way his story is going to end.
Everything was happening at once and while she tracked the events peripherally her main focus was on Grant. She could no more risk losing Coulson by impeding whatever attack May had formulated than she could let Ward bleed to death less than five feet from her. He was leaning heavily against the wall, sight locked on the floor in front of him, the hand that still clutched the gun jerking towards the Team and then back as he internally battled his hijacked system.
With Fitz and Simmons holding her up, and holding her back, Skye watched as May came rolling into the Cage, saw the way Raina ducked behind a motionless Coulson, her yellowed gaze set on the new threat. Skye knew the other Inhuman was far too focused on May, as any rational person would be, to notice the fine undulating slate grey cloud that slunk in across the floor in her and Coulson's direction.
Trip.
If he could just neutralize Raina…
With a startled yelp Raina was suddenly so much chaotic mineral whirling above the Director's head who, without a seconds delay, was diving out of the furious particles that stretched and partly reformed throughout the room. Seeing all she needed to, Skye peeled off the shocked grips of FitzSimmons and rolled passed the boiling particulates in time to slam the Cage's door shut and prevent the battling Inhumans from reaching the rest of the Bus.
Her movement drew Ward's gaze and the two locked eyes as she slowly continued the last few inches of her approach. His eyes were dark, twin pits of charcoal that bored into her, recognition barely discernable. He shook his head bitterly when Skye reached a careful hand towards him, gun hand again jerking erratically.
"Don't" He grated out, seemingly drawing back further into himself and away from her questing touch.
"Hey." She snapped, drawing his focus from her hand to meet her eyes as the near silent fight continued to swirl beside them. "Did we not talk about the self-sacrificing shtick you've been on lately?"
He took a giant breath, but didn't otherwise reply.
Suddenly the sporadic motion raging around the room stilled, keeping her gaze locked with Ward's she got the impression that the cloud had twisted itself into a mini cyclone in the center of the room.
Well someone just got the upper hand.
She had no idea which of the Inhumans it was however, and if Trip had failed then it was imperative that she get Ward to fully disengage, and perhaps take one of the ICER's in his holsters and shoot him…for his own wellbeing.
"Considering you totally welshed on our deal of you talking about this kind of decision with me first-" She began, wheedling gently.
"There wasn't ti-"
"The least you could do is let me help." She finished, gently but determined to not show a moment's hesitation. She wasn't that faltering newbie that shied away from his violence, and largely it was his violence she had to thank for this. The cyclone was only picking up speed, pulling at Skye's hair as Ward considered her words.
"If you…I might…" His words seemed to roll around his mouth like marbles, he couldn't seem to get a handle on what he was thinking, let alone formulate a sentence. Skye nodded knowingly nonetheless, it hadn't been so long ago that she was the one posing immediate harm to him, so she did as he had, and slowly but resolutely moved her hands until they cupped the sides of his face.
She felt his exhale as she closed her eyes and began the process she had that day in the maintenance closet. It was both easier and harder this time around, the trigger phrase had made the disharmony even more apparent to her power, but it was so loud to her that Skye could barely hear the deep tenor sounding from his bones.
Fortunately for them both, his frequency was like a song she knew by heart. With Ward now more aware of the issue himself, he was able to assist her by not allowing this ingratiated little virus to control him, namely the limb that still held the weapon. No longer did he depend on Garrett's training to make sense of his life, and Skye felt how this caused the glitching alteration to slide unimpeded back into the recesses of Ward's mind.
Without warning, Raina materialized mid-funnel in time to slam into the metal wall above the Cage's lone bunk, falling in a boneless mass to the mattress. Trip formed in a panting crouch in the center of the room before tipping over, seemingly exhausted.
Skye and Ward's own battle had them slowly making their way to the ground, until Ward was in a heap against the wall, laying on his side, bloodied and gasping, his head in Skye's lap. His right hand that lay against the floor had a spray of red blowback against his twitching knuckles that were determinedly nudging away the firearm that was similarly splattered.
With a near sob Skye reached over him and snatched up the weapon to send it skidding across the smooth floor towards May, who scooped it up and trained it on Raina's motionless form. Looking back to the steadily bleeding Ward, caramel light eyes looked up at her in glazed confusion, and she suddenly didn't know where to touch him, her hands hovering uncertainly, before coming to rest in his hair and on the back of his neck.
Rapid steps and FitzSimmons swooped down in front of them.
Simmons was in immediate doctor mode.
"Ward. Ward can you hear me?"
Skye felt her throat constrict at the amount of blood that was now beginning to puddle beneath Grant, running into her pant leg and creeping through the treads of her shoe to the ground. Ward to his credit doggedly nodded and kept his eyes that didn't seem to ever completely focus on Simmons's general direction.
"Good. Very good." Simmons said encouragingly which somehow served only to terrify Skye more. "Now then, Fitz I need that door open and a backboard in here immediately." Fitz leapt to his feet and Skye heard a rapid pounding before the door clicked open. "Sir," Simmons continued, drawing Skye's attention to Coulson, who to her surprise was kneeling in the small space the now open door allotted, beside her with a hand on her shoulder.
She hadn't felt it.
"What do you need?" He asked promptly, tie pressed to the shallow wound on his neck.
"We'll never be able to get him down that staircase." Simmons informed, quick fingers carefully inspecting the entry site. "I need all the pertinent supplies sterilized and up here as quickly as possible."
Coulson nodded as Fitz had, and neatly dodging the reemerging engineer with the backboard, hurried to do his own task, barking orders as he went.
"What do you need me to do?" Skye finally asked, wondering if her current place would impede Simmons's work.
"If you could just-" Simmons moved one of Skye's hands with surprising speed and strength, jamming it into Ward's wound. He cried out through clenched teeth, tendons standing out starkly against his throat, glaring balefully up at Simmons.
"And you thought you wanted to murder me before, am I right?" Simmons asked with a quickly sweet smile.
"You're not wrong." Ward wheezed, as Skye began running placating nails along his scalp with one hand, the other hand's fingers serving to slow the bleeding.
"Would you say that would be the normal amount of ire that Simmons inspires in everyone?" Fitz asked, settling the backboard on the ground. "Or the mind altering need for elimination that Raina managed to reboot?"
Ward's eyes tracked sluggishly over all of them, sight lingering on Skye, moving to first Simmons, then Fitz, Trip, and finally May, who kept casting controlled glances their way without taking her primary focus from Raina. A sort of tension seemed to ease through Ward and he managed to give one of his corner tugging smiles.
"The normal amount Doc."
"Well, isn't that nice?" Simmons replied, eyes rolling. Skye followed Simmons's direction as she carefully rocked Ward forward, making him grunt as Skye's fingers added extra pressure with the shifting of his weight, there was a splotch of his blood against the wall he'd been leaning back against.
"Look at that Ward." Simmons said, carefully chipper, easing Ward back into his former position. "A good, clean, through and through, well done."
"Where'd the bullet go?" Fitz questioned, looking around in confusion.
"I don't much care at the moment Fitz." Simmons continued, motioning him to place the backboard a foot or so away. "Now Ward, as your actual doctor, I must recommend the next time you decide to attempt such a feat, that you do try to make sure not to nick that pesky artery that seems to be causing you this substantial amount of blood loss."
"Yes ma'am." Ward quipped weakly, as Coulson and Bobbi came striding into the room, a myriad of equipment being carefully carried by each of them. Trip jumped to his feet and with much shuffling of attendees, moved Ward onto the backboard with Hunter and Mack's help. Gonzales ordered all unnecessary occupants to then leave, which basically boiled down to him, Hunter, Bobbi, Mack and Trip.
For once Gonzales and his orders were gratefully heeded, and after carefully binding a still sleeping Raina's wrists and ankles they all filed out, closing the unlocked door behind them.
Simmons began the task of cutting away Ward's shirt, Skye watching every precise movement from her new position at Ward's right, holding his slightly sticky hand in hers.
"Now what have we learned?" Fitz lectured, while quickly handing Simmons which ever implements she required next.
"That being one of the good guys is just as hazardous as not being one?" Ward answered through gritted teeth.
"Oh that's not remotely true!" Simmons corrected while injecting something that Skye desperately hoped was at least a local anesthetic, she felt the bones of her hand grind together, but stubbornly clutched back unwilling to say anything. "Whereas when Skye shot you before, you no doubt either had some back alley hack patch you up, or your friend Kara, this time as you'll be so kind to notice, you have a trained specialist."
"Right and Simmons is really excellent." Fitz supplied unnecessarily, obviously trying to distract Ward as Simmons herself continued her work.
"Chatty but excellent." May added quietly, observing from an angle that allowed her a view of the procedure and the prisoner.
"You did good Ward." Coulson's voice sounded from directly behind Skye, and Ward's gaze left the ceiling to meet the Director's, there was a heavy silence broken only by Simmons's small movements until Ward gave the older man a grateful nod in response. Watching everything her friend did, Skye felt a constant weight in the hollow of her throat, not knowing if things went well with the process, and not wanting to know the answer if it wasn't good news.
Ward's hold had begun to slacken until Skye realized she was the one now pressing too tight and quickly relaxed her grip. Feeling a brief squeeze she met Ward's eyes, giving him a quick unsure smile that he returned tiredly.
"Just a little blood loss Rookie, no worries." He told her, giving her unresponsive hand a little shake.
"Super Spies don't die from blood loss, copy that." She answered, her voice much stronger than she felt, but she must have not been putting on a decent enough show because he continued to goad her out of her silence.
"Do I get a kiss for not going completely all…grrr" He asked, making Fitz scoff and Simmons shake her head, it did actually make Skye feel better, that little spark was back in his eyes and a grin curled his mouth when she answered.
"Only if you don't die."
"Ugh fine." He grumbled, making her shaky smile widen.
"I honestly don't know if I'm happy for the two of you or if I just want to vomit." Fitz said in an earnestly thoughtful tone that made Ward flash a white toothed smile and Skye felt a shuddering laugh escape.
"Well, I know which one I'd pick." May answered, deadpan, but when Skye looked she received a winking smile that disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. "What are we going to do with Raina, Coulson?"
Simmons being completely absorbed but seemingly confident in her ability to finish the work without incident freed Fitz to echo May's question, throwing a plaintive look at the subject in question. Taking a deep breath Coulson considered Raina's still form, thorns protruding from her mottled skin, and casting a brief glance at Ward who returned the look with raised brows, quirked his mouth in a small genial smile that Skye didn't understand.
"Aw look, laying like that, she looks like a little poop with knives sticking out of it." Skye's brows furrowed at Coulson's observation, hearing Ward give a weak laugh that nearly caused Simmons to foul up a stitch earning both men involved a glare until she finished the last stitch.
"I don't see it." Fitz replied after a long consideration, shaking his head.
"Porcupine." Coulson said after a brief eye roll, gesturing to the prickling quills that were visible.
"Sir, did you have a stroke or something?" Fitz questioned, brows furrowed as he squinted in Coulson's direction. "Because Simmons is going to be busy with Ward for a while and of all the many things I excel at, emergency medical care is not one of them."
Even though Skye only had a basic understanding that there was some kind of inside joke going on between Coulson and a carefully still Ward, the outright confusion from Fitz was refreshing. Here they were, the six of them, even though the gathering was perhaps more dire than she'd like it to be. With that thought she looked again to Simmons, who flashed Skye a smile and quick nod between movements, soundlessly assuring her that Ward was going to be ok.
Meanwhile Coulson was still not getting anywhere with Fitz.
"It's something from before, with Ward." The Director explained, at Fitz's blank look he waved his hands dismissively. "You know what never mind, it's not important."
"Ward looks like a porcupine?"
"Never mind Fitz."
"He likes porcupines? I thought he just liked dogs, and Skye, me sometimes…"
"Fitz-"
"Oh and Judas of course." The little Scots continued looking at Ward for confirmation, who nodded, his wide smile not diminishing when Simmons poked him in the ribs, her other hand carefully applying a swab of disinfectant around the stitched wound and a protective bandage.
She then motioned him to turn so that she could apply a quick couple of stitches to the exit wound and repeat the applying of disinfectant and finally again, a clean white bandage.
"We're going to need more blankets or a tarp to transport her when we reach the base." Coulson said to May, trying to change the subject.
"Oh!" Fitz exclaimed, something finally clicking. "You mean his personality!"
"Fitz! Tarp!" Coulson barked as May firmly pressed her lips together to hide her smile and Skye and Simmons laughed openly, Ward shook his head, blinking tired eyes as Simmons helped him to roll back and pulled a thermal blanket up to his midriff.
"Alright! Alright!" Fitz yelled back, jumping to his feet and collecting the bag of used materials from Simmons. "Ward's not the only one whose a bit prickly." He commented, opening the door to let himself out.
Skye took a deep breath, her heartrate beginning to level out now that everything was stable, mentally calculating the time it would take them to get back to the Playground and an infirmary that wasn't the containment room's floor. Simmons was chatting quietly with Ward, it sounded to Skye that Simmons was informing Ward of the next steps she was going to take with his care, as she carefully went over his vitals.
It was the first time since Ward's return that Skye had seen Simmons adopt her old habit of good naturedly lecturing Ward about the severity of his wounds, unlike before Ward wasn't gruff or unresponsive.
"I don't plan on shooting myself again Simmons." He said earnestly, eyes flicking over to Skye who returned his gaze. "I promise."
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Ward woke slowly, before even trying to open his eyes he tried to recall where the hell he was and why he couldn't remember why he was waking from some pharmaceutical induced slumber. He could feel it in the weight of his limbs and the cotton clouding up his thought process. There was a weight between his legs from the knees down, causing whatever blanket that covered him to be pulled taught like restraints against his ankles. A steady muted beeping came a long ways off from machines that signified he was indeed in a medical facility.
He swallowed passed the constriction in his throat but couldn't seem to shake the uncomfortable weight that lingered in the hollow of his throat. He was probably just alone in the Playground's infirmary, he told himself after several deep breaths, not a big deal. Events came flooding in and Ward gradually became aware of the low buzzing noises around him as he tried to get a grasp on his wavering consciousness.
Simmons had needed to do another procedure upon reaching the base, something about checking and repairing any other damage from the bullets course through his body. He was wondering if he should just go back to sleep until someone came by to check on him when the weight by his legs shifted and that low buzzing noise suddenly turned into voices.
"You're cheating." Skye's voice muttered lowly and Ward realized she was the thing nestled at the bottom of the bed, now shifting agitatedly in her spot.
"I'm not." Coulson lowly intoned back, sounding pleased. "Can you cheat when playing Monopoly? How would you?"
"I don't know, but you have definitely found a way." Fitz's voice grumbled and Ward cracked his eyes open to see what the hell was going on.
"Y'all think that's bad," Trip began off to Ward's right, "this is the fifth game in a row I'm about to lose."
"B6." May's voice sounded and Ward heard a brief sigh.
"You sunk-" Trip started.
"I'm bored." May muttered.
"You and I could play Chess." Simmons said brightly.
"Why don't we play Charades or Pictionary?" Trip asked, and the sounds of plastic pieces being collected and organized reached Ward as he took in the sight of Skye's back while she rolled some dice and sent them spilling onto the game board out of his vision. Coulson and Fitz were on the rolling doctor's stools out to each side. Trip and May sat cross legged on the bed next to Ward's, the two of them gathering up the little ships and markers from their last game. Simmons stood somewhere out of his view, perhaps checking results or spectating from a more comfortable place.
"We're trying to be quiet." Skye said, answering Trip's question. "And I have a feeling those games would get real loud real quick."
"Why did Peterson get these?" Trip questioned, clicking his unit shut. "How did he get these?" He continued making a vague gesture towards his body and face.
"Trip I know you've been gone a while now, but there is a little site called Amazon, try it out you'll be a huge fan I'm sure." Fitz chided light heartedly, flinching away when a plastic ship came pelting at him.
"Maybe once Ward wakes up he'll be feeling well enough and we can start one of the more lively games in our new collection." Simmons reasoned, coming into view and stopping behind Fitz, idly placing a companionable hand on his shoulder as the engineer moved his piece several spaces forward on the board.
"He's awake now." May said flatly, and six pairs of eyes were suddenly fixed on him.
"How do you feel?" Skye and Simmons chorused.
"Good." He croaked out, passed the weight on his esophagus that stayed firmly in place even after he cleared his throat repeatedly. A gargling noise came from his stomach that was heard by everyone in attendance. "Hungry." He finished unnecessarily.
"That's my queue." Coulson said with a bemused smile before heading out the infirmary's doors.
"He's going to cook for me?" Ward asked distractedly, watching the doors slide shut.
"He's been keeping something on warm for you, Simmons said you'd be waking again soon." Skye answered, turning in her spot and keeping a hand on each of his shins.
"Again?" He asked, feeling mildly irritated with his inability to keep track of the conversation.
"I'm so glad you're yourself this time." Fitz said, standing next to Simmons who was checking Ward's blood pressure. "Coulson wouldn't let any of us eat what he's made and it smells fantastic."
May and Trip came to stand off to the other side of Grant's bed and he fought the urge to lose his temper with not being able to remember whatever they were talking about.
"You mean on the Bus?" He asked unsure, eyes moving to each relaxed expression.
"Oh no, after that." Fitz corrected easily, eyes fixed on Ward's still heavy throat.
"We think because of the blood loss you had ehrm…a negative reaction to the anesthetic given to you for the last procedure." Simmons said, appearing uncomfortable.
Looking at Skye, who just smiled reassuringly at him but didn't seem inclined to clarify the awkward feeling that had pervaded the conversation Ward then turned to Trip and May. Surprisingly May looked even more uncomfortable, muttered something about him having an "emotional response" before turning and leaving the room with an excuse about checking on the status of Gonzales's investigation into what Hydra bases remained.
"You cried man." Trip answered stoically.
"I what?" Grant choked, and the weight on his throat shifted, distractedly he reached up to inspect and found Judas's furry body balled up in the hollow of his throat. At Ward's touch the little monkey uncoiled and standing carefully placed a paw on Ward's nose in order to better peer at him.
"It's not a big deal." Skye said, giving one of his shins a quick squeeze. "You woke up after Simmons stitched you up some more and didn't remember what had happened, that's all."
Fitz reached over and carefully extricated Judas away from Ward's beard that had apparently needed grooming and met Ward's questioning gaze with a small shrug. In exasperation Ward turned his attention back to Trip who seemed to be the only one willing to ignore his possible reaction and tell the truth of the events he couldn't remember.
"You thought you'd killed them." Trip informed him, glancing at the others. "Coulson, May, and I were talking over by the doors, Skye had fallen asleep in the bed there," he motioned to the bed he and May had been sitting on, "Simmons was checking your vitals and Fitz had gone to grab the monkey. You woke up and started yelling, when Coulson and I came over you just kept apologizing for what you'd 'done' it took all of them talking to you to calm you down so you could go back to sleep."
"You made me hold your hand." Skye said with a smile, and he could tell she was trying to distract him from how awkward he felt.
"Me too." Fitz muttered and everyone burst into sudden laughter making Ward somewhat more at ease, the infirmary doors opening distracted him further from having to comment on his reaction.
Coulson came in, pushing a small metal cart with a myriad of covered dishes on top.
"There's only two bowls there." Fitz stated accusingly when the Director came to a stop at the foot of Ward's bed.
"Were you recently shot Fitz?" Coulson asked, taking the lids from the two bigger bowls and ladling things out of Ward's sight into what he presumed were the smaller two dishes.
"He shot himself!" Fitz argued agitatedly, helping Judas to his shoulder.
"Fitz!" Simmons admonished, reaching up to scratch the monkey lightly on the head.
"Well! He did!" Fitz continued unapologetically. "The man had not one but two ICERs on his person, either of which would have done quite the thorough job without all the mess but no, 'I'm Grant Ward and I shoot myself with live rounds because it's far more dramatic that way' honestly."
"I'm gonna take the monkey back." Ward threatened halfheartedly as the monkey in question climbed to the top of Fitz's head.
"That's right you were the one that got Fitz…" Trip stopped midsentence looking suddenly confused. "Wait I never did hear his name, what do you call him Fitz?"
Fitz carefully reached up and gathered up the fuzzy limbs in his hands and handed the little ball of fur to Trip before answering, his gaze flickering over to Ward.
"Jude. I call him Jude."
Ward looked at his friend in confusion before Trip unknowingly answered his unasked question.
"Saint Jude. The patron saint of lost causes, couldn't have picked a better name, Fitz." Trip congratulated, eyes glued to the little creature holding on tightly to his thumb.
"Alright enough chatter." Coulson interjected, getting everyone's attention. "Food's getting cold and didn't I hear the rest of you were starving not ten minutes ago?"
"You guys heard daddy Coulson, dinner time." Trip said, wide grin in place.
"Papa Director Coulson." Skye corrected before Coulson could, making Trip let out a surprised laugh that threatened to jostle Jude from his perch.
"We'll play Pictionary or something when you get done, alright Ward?" Simmons asked, patting him carefully before she, Fitz, and Trip left to get their own meal.
"Shove over you rangy bastard." Skye commanded lightly, climbing up when he did so that they sat side by side, carefully leaning in towards one another in order not to fall off the sides.
"Alright now be careful it is still pretty hot." Coulson cautioned, handing over steaming bowls and a plate stacked with buttered toast.
"Hey!" Ward said happily, breathing in the scent of the dish. "Chicken noodle soup!"
"Nerd." Skye muttered quietly.
"Homemade chicken noodle soup with mashed potatoes underneath." Coulson answered with a nod, arms loosely crossed in front of him as they both took murmuring bites, nodding when they hummed happily afterward. "Alright you two enjoy your meal, we'll all be back later to embarrass ourselves terribly during some game or other.
"Hey Coulson." Skye said, stopping him momentarily. "I thought you said you'd never make us a date dinner?"
Ward slurped up a noodle and watched as Coulson's eyes narrowed as Skye smirked a little and took a heaping bite.
"Did you hear that Ward? Sounded like Skye asked me to throw away what you two are eating?"
Ward elbowed Skye hard enough she had to clamp onto his forearm in order not to fall off the bed.
"No Boss, all I heard was a 'thanks for the excellent food' she mumbles a lot."
"Mhmmm." Coulson deadpanned, turning to make it out the door.
They ate in a companionable silence for several minutes before Ward glanced at Skye, meeting her quick glance they grinned at one another. Ward felt like, barring his uncomfortable show of emotion to the team that he thankfully could not recall, that they'd somehow managed to get away with something. They'd pulled something over on the powers that be and were now in a place he'd barely dared to hope for.
There were of course many issues that needed delving into, that trigger phrase was a huge issue, which led to Raina, and Kara, Gonzales, the remains of Hydra, and the burgeoning unknown of the Inhumans.
If it had been too easy though, he wouldn't have trusted it.
"So." Skye began, staring down at the remains of her meal, cradling the bowl somewhat uncertainly in her lap.
"So." He copied when she didn't continue after a few moments.
"Don't make a big deal, with what I'm about to say."
Uh…
"Ok." He agreed, holding her gaze calmly.
"I love you." Skye stated as flatly as he'd ever heard her. "After what happened I wanted to tell you, and you-"
"Love you too." He replied, holding her gaze as she swallowed a little hard.
"Well, ok then." She answered looking down, but not before he saw the goofy big smile that her hair quickly hid.
"Yeah, ok, good." He replied, flexing his fingers along the still warm bowl, not sure how to proceed.
"Oh for the love of god kiss already." Coulson's voice came over the PA system.
"Yeah!" Chorused what sounded like the rest of the Team.
Skye covered her face in her hands, shaking her head through her laughter and Ward fixed his sight on the nearest camera.
"Cover Jude's eyes."
And placing his bowl in his lap, he turned Skye's face to fit his mouth to hers, their teeth clicking into one another as they smiled at the sounds of whooping that came from the intercom.
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