a/n: After watching T.R.A.C.K.S, I've come up with a lot of ideas to write – so excuse if I over load you with updates. It depends if I can get them all out before I head off to bed. I apologise for the terrible portrayal, this came to me at 3am and then I fell asleep before writing it out the following evening.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, just playing in their sandbox.
Word Count: Short ;-) 451.
Not Jealous.
He wasn't jealous.
Standing, just out of their view but giving him time to observe their intimate moment. Whilst what he had with May was strictly professional and they hadn't done anything since the moment in which they touch the Berserker Staff. For him, whether it seemed the same to most – it was only sex for him, it was nothing else. Yet standing from his current spot, the black operative had to laugh silently for a moment – what he saw, an intimate moment of Coulson caring for the Calvary.
In that exact moment it was easy for Ward to lose himself. It is not entirely the ambiance's fault, but his, too. The light has been dimmed enough, and the hours that they have left behind were enough to make him momentarily forget of the situation in hand. It scared him, that the rest of his team was out there and these two were closer than anyone had noticed. Ward himself had somewhat started to grow fond of his Rookie, she was growing on him and into a potential asset to the team – yet she was out there, without him and he couldn't protect her. He was too close to comfort with her, too close.
As the scene played out before him, he was hardly jealous – no, just annoyed that the agents on the field had bare minimal experience on the field and if anything happened to any of them, Ward would not be impressed. He then interrupted, a scowl on his face – though no doubt, May would read into it more than required but right in this moment, he couldn't care less.
"Wheels up in ten." He all but muttered, his tone sharp and somewhat bitter. It wasn't intentional, he was itching to do something - they had been tricked into situation that could go terribly wrong; and for Agent Ward - he hated when things didn't go to plan but there was always a backup, and right now he wished there had been one.
His Rookie was out there, and there was this bitter sensation running through his system and igniting in the pit of his stomach that something was wrong – he couldn't lose her.