Chapter 60 – Broken Dreams

Phil Coulson looked out over the city of New York, it was busy and in a tower full of people Coulson had never felt more alone. The team had made a home in Stark Tower, the Bus hidden away in one of Tony Stark's private hangers. They were all together but had never been further apart.

FitzSimmons were working for Stark Industries biological and engineering divisions. They no longer slept in the same room, in fact the pair barely spoke to each other anymore. They blamed their relationship for Skye's death and part of Coulson did too.

Trip had joined Steve Rogers on his ongoing search for Bucky Barnes, also known as the Winter Soldier. Although Trip now called the tower home along with the rest of the team he was gone more than he was actually there. Coulson wondered if helping someone else find their friend helped the specialist forget the loss of his own.

Ever since joining the team May had slowly been returning to her old self, the woman she had been before Bahrain, she'd even started pranking again but with Skye's death the cold, calculating Calvary had returned. She ignored FitzSimmons almost entirely, only speaking to the pair when absolutely necessary. May still talked to Coulson but now it was her that was on the receiving end of the silence in the conversations.

As he watched the busy city Coulson knew his team was broken and this time he wasn't sure they could ever be fixed.


Skye and Ward passed through the airport check in with ease despite the fact they carried a new born and a boat load of hastily forged documents. For now their final destination was unknown but getting far away from any traces of their old live was the first step.

Ward smiled as he watched Skye settle into her seat on the plane, the specialist had learned quickly that if Skye wanted help with Andrew she would ask for it. He had been right about one thing, since having the bandages removed from her arms the hacker only let go of her son when absolutely necessary.

Catching Ward's gaze Skye laughed, "What are you smiling at?"

Ward shrugged, "The most beautiful woman on earth."

Finally settled Skye sighed, "I'm not beautiful, Grant. Not anymore." Skye looked away, no longer able to meet Ward's gaze.

It was true that the hacker was scarred after the explosion at the farm, along both her arms and up her neck but that didn't matter to Ward, it never had. As long as she was still Skye he didn't care. He traced the scar that now lined Skye's neck, "All the best people have scars, Skye. Ours are just a little more visible than most."

Skye looked up and gave a weak smile, "Your comforting skills have gotten a little better, Robot." She then reached up to trace a scar on Ward's neck, one he received in London, so many months ago. A lifetime ago, "We match."

"In more ways than one," Ward agreed, using the hacker's contact as an excuse to bring his lips down on hers. Sitting side by side in a plane wasn't the easiest position to kiss in so it was only brief. Smiling Ward place be ad a light kiss on the top of Skye's head, "Get some rest, it's going to be a long flight."

Skye gave him a light smile, "What did I do to deserve you?"

Ward shook his head, "The question is what I did to deserve you?"

It was Skye's turn to shake her head, "You got a little lost, that's all, and you fell off the path." She smiled, "Now you have me to make sure you stay on the right track."

Ward placed another light kiss on Skye's head, "Where would I be without you?"

Skye grinned, "No doubt still in prison."

Ward smiled weakly and gave a weak nod in response and in agreement, "Are you sure you want to do this, Skye? I can still get you back to the team if you want."

Skye shook her head, "They're safest far away from me and Andrew and I are safest far away from them." She gave Ward a smile, "Don't you ever doubt that this is the right thing, for me, for you and for Andrew, okay?"

"Okay," Ward agreed, "Now get some rest."

"Only if you do too," Skye argued.

"Someone's got to watch Andy," Ward replied.

Skye smiled at the nickname and didn't argue with it, "We'll take turns."

"Fine," Ward agreed, "You rest on this flight and I'll rest on the next one."

Skye smiled, "This is one argument I'm not going to win, isn't it?"

Ward just smiled as Skye passed Andrew, now Andy, over to his father. The specialist's smile just grew when Skye used his shoulder as a pillow.

Long ago Ward would have complained about the contact, now he craved it. Skye's touch meant she was safe and that he could protect her from all the evils that sought her out.

Long ago Grant Ward dreamed of a girl named Skye and in his dreams Grant Ward had been happy. Now the girl named Skye was by his side and it wasn't just in his dreams that Grant Ward was happy but in his waking hours too.


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