"I can't untie these knots. Can you?"

Ward struggled with his restraints. Then he stopped and looked at the knot focussing all of his attention on the knot that was now cutting into his flesh.

"Too tight, we need a knife."

"Where do you suppose we are going to get one?"

"Hey! Hey! I'm ready to talk now!" He shouted at the top of his voice.

A guard came in and walked over to Ward, muttering something that sounded a lot like 'amateurs'.

"So, talk." He said.

"I can't tell you if she can hear, you'll have to come closer"

The guard moved closer to Ward. He realised that it was a mistake, but not before Ward had wrapped his thighs around the guard's head and was using his feet to dislodge the knife from his hip. He tried to flick it to Romanov, but it fell too short and landed on the ground with a clatter.

The guard managed to get out of Ward's vice grip and stand up.

In the Lab they saw one, two, three blows connect with Ward's face (they chose to watch it on Romanov's feed. Wards was too horrifying!). Then they saw the guard take off his belt, move around the back of Ward and start hitting him with it. As they heard the gasps of pain escape Ward's mouth, alongside the peak in his pulse, silent tears started rolling down Skye's face. Simmons took her hand, fighting tears herself.

"Enough." Came an order from the man with the deep voice. "Tie his legs and this won't happen again. So who do you work for?"

Ward spat blood into the man's face. Another blow and then silence.

"Ward? You ok?"

"Been better."

"You've looked worse if that helps?"

"No". Ward saw the knife still lying there "We got a knife!"

"Yeah. One small problem, it's lying on the middle of the floor, genius!"

"Hang on!"

Ward concentrated on the knife. He moved it slowly to the spot where his hands were tied and started sawing away at them.

They saw the knife sawing away at Ward's restraints. It seemed to be moving on it's own.

"Gahh!" He exclaimed.

"What did you do?"

"Missed the rope" He replied, looking directly at Romanov, and as a result, right into her camera, with those bright blue eyes.

"Woah! How'd he do that?" May asked, jumping back a little.

"That's impossible" Simmons exclaimed.

"Well that explains his code name" Was all Coulson could remark. The only people not shocked by this were Director Fury and Skye.

"You know?" He asked her.

"He told me under truth serum Coulson injected him with."

"Erm... guys. Know what?"

"Agent Ward is telekinetic" Fury announced to a stunned group of people. "He has the ability to move objects using his mind, but doing so changes the colour of his eyes. It was one skill he could never master, but it seems he's been practising. It's what put him on S.H.I.E.L.D's radar, and subsequently, threat watch."

"It's what we have been working on for the last few months in the workout room." Skye admitted looking at Coulson. "It's why the knives were flying around so much and why that one nearly killed Fitz and Simmons." She looked at May and continued "It's how he hit you with a fire extinguisher, breaking your jaw."

They saw Ward pull the last remaining strand of rope apart and drop to the floor. He fell over, due to the fact that his feet were now bound. He gathered up the knife and started hacking away at his feet restraints. Once he was free he grabbed the only chair in the room and positioned it next to Romanov so he could set her free.

He was a couple of inches too short, so he stood with one foot on the arm of the chair and one on the back, which made the chair balance on one leg. This gave him the crucial height he needed to free her.

The rest of the team were watching impressed. No one had ever seen Ward work like this. They knew he was good, that there were legends about him at the academy, banners of him and Romanov everywhere and that he was ranked one of the top field agents at S.H.I.E.L.D, but they never knew he was this good.

Romanov used the knife to cut the bottom off Ward's shirt and used it to cover the wound to his wrist. It wasn't too deep but would probably require a stitch or two.

They scanned around the room looking for a way to escape, other than the locked door, when Romanov noticed something in the corner. A grey, steel box. She tapped Ward on the shoulder and they went to go have a look. Once they had opened the box they had realised their captors had locked them in a room with the very item they had gone in to take.

It was small, flat and round, about the size of a coffee mug. Deciding it would be safer to leave the case and take the weapon, Romanov put it in her jumpsuit. As she went to close the lid, Ward stopped her. He took a bang flash pellet out of his pocket, pulled the pin and slotted it into the empty embedded space of the box. Once they opened the box it would blow up!

"Right. Time to go"

"Good idea!"

They heard the key in the door and saw the handle turn, so they moved backwards into the shadows. The guard that had beaten Ward returned to the room. He noticed that the prisoners were gone and turned around to shout for backup, only to find his mouth covered from behind by Ward, while Romanov bound him using the same knots that had been used on them. They removed his weapons and put the last bit of cloth that Romanov had cut from Ward's shirt into his mouth before gagging him with some more rope and hoisting him into the air.

"Who's the amateur now?" Ward asked, turning for the door.