a/n: Forgive me, I am so sorry it has taken me this long to update. I honestly, have no excuse other than blame AoS – seriously, the past three episodes has made me blank. Mentally, I cannot even comprehend what is happening or what is going to happen – I'm still procrastinating everything. Hopefully, now that I've thought deeply on some of the stuff in the episodes I will be updating more often than so, without further ado.
Apologises now for any mistakes, not been beta-ed yet. I tend to miss a lot of things when re-reading my work -.-
Word Count: 611.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, just playing with Marvel's characters.
Scars.
She's showering for the first time since the accident, since recovering from something that should have killed her but yet the hacker stands wearing just her underwear glancing at the fresh, now healed wounds – all that remains are two, rounded scars. Her ocher eyes are watching her reflection in the large, standing mirror that is situated in the bathrooms of the plane – it doesn't make her sick to her stomach that her body has been marred, no in-fact she stands proud, knowing that she protected her team mates like the SHIELD agent she should be. But what worries her most is the expression he wears, as if he knew whatever that serum was, that it shouldn't have been injected into her; truth be told she's not that worried about it – whatever that drug was, the GH-325, it saved her life. If anything she felt guilty that she had put her team in that position to get a drug they didn't even know if it would work, that it could have either killed her or given her some sort of side effects.
But no, nothing.
The hacker is grateful, more so than she can even consider putting into words (it just can't be justified by words alone) of what the team has done for her, even to the extent she calls them her family now – because thats what they are, whether biological or not, they've been through hell with her and would protect her knowing she's got their backs too. It's the gentle knock on the door that brings Skye out of her thoughts, her head snaps to the offending fixture wishing she could just shut away the world around her but in hinds sight, she knew she couldn't. "Skye, you okay?" It's Ward, the ever worrying S.O, since the moment she woke he'd been there shielding her from everything – including himself. She stands there, hoping to ignore him and that he'll leave but this is Agent Grant Ward, the agent by the book – her thought is cut off when she hears the door open, revealing her almost naked body.
But it isn't until he shuts the door behind him that she realises, he's not staring at her – well he is, but he's not seeing her the way Skye is presenting herself. With lack of clothes, all his eyes are stuck to are the scars – the way her skin has become taught from the healing tissue. He doesn't meet her eyes, he steps forward until they are nearly touching – his fingers reach out, fingertips barely grazing her skin but in an instant their gone. The brunette's breath had stopped, her S.O's eyes finally meeting her deep, chocolate gaze. "I won't let this happen, again." It's only then when the words escape his lips, that the words sink in.
He blames himself.