Top Harry Drabbles: Harry/Grant Ward(Agents of SHIELD, Season 1)

Chapter Summary: That AU where Ward is not really working for either SHIELD or HYDRA but for another secret organization entirely. (Agents of SHIELD, Season 1)

"Alright. You were right to do that," Hermione muttered, as they rode the elevator up to her office. "The American government is in disarray and we're not. So thank you."

Harry's lips twitched up into a grin. "Hey, I'm just heading off potential serial killers and or dark lords. I knew SHIELD was a little shady the day that aliens rained down on New York."

"You knew before then, Harry. I can't believe no one saw it," Hermione said, sighing as they nodded to her secretary. "SHIELD is HYDRA. Fuck."

"Not all of it," Harry remarked, shrugging. "There are good people. Besides, we don't need to worry about the Avengers. No one but Jarvis knows about us anyway and it can stay that way. We don't need to come out of the closet."

Hermione smiled tightly and walked into chaos, meeting the reporters for a scheduled press conference. At least there was no Rita Skeeter here for the Daily Prophet. They had weeded out those kinds of reporters the month after the war had ended ten years ago. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome," Harry whispered back, watching as Hermione did what she did best. Scold everyone into thinking they were back in Hogwarts. He didn't envy her the job of Minister of Magic, didn't envy the spotlight at all. Sure, none of them did after all they went through but Hermione knew how to keep a straight head under pressure.

He just made sure to keep it that way. His phone chimed again and he ignored it until he had made his way back to his own office, a few doors down from Hermione's.

It had been a week since Captain America had made the announcement that had changed the world. Since everyone learned that HYDRA had infiltrated the organization years and years ago. That HYDRA was not as dead as everyone had thought it was.

He nodded to his own secretary, watching as his small team fielded daily reports. "Any reports from the English SHIELD headquarters?"

"No, sir. The HYDRA agents were neutralized quickly," Thomas remarked, lifting an eyebrow. "What about your man on the inside in America?"

"I've heard nothing yet," Harry said, taking a peek at the various reports on his desk and finally pulling out his phone. "Should probably check on him. He was in deep. Any SHIELD bases checking in that need extra support?"

"None yet but we're fielding requests from other countries. Permission to go assist?"

"The Minister said we can," Harry replied, turning his phone on and unlocking it. "Where are the Avengers anyway? Any word on them?"

"Thor's off planet, Rogers is… still in Washington D.C. We think he's planning on going after the Soldier," Thomas said, his eyes narrowing. "Romanoff and Barton are fielding requests from the US Senate and House of Representatives. They'll be kept busy. Stark is aiding loyal agents to find new safehouses, discreetly."

Harry nodded as he flipped through his messages, seeing hundreds of messages from various areas of the country and one… that made his eyes narrow.

Mission going according to plan.

From an unknown number but he knew…

"Any word from Coulson's team?" Harry asked, peering up at his team of men and women. "My informant is with them."

"None. They were still in their jet on another mission. They're still at the Providence base in Canada as far as we know."

Harry let out a noise of consideration and then walked back out the door. "Let the Minister know I'll be around for the next few hours. And now we wait. My agent's still on schedule."

"I thought your plan was to pull him out if it ever came to this."

"HYDRA still needs to be taken out," Harry explained, sighing. "The agent agreed to this. I just need to be aware of what's going on so that I can back him up if need be. He is after all undercover in both HYDRA and SHIELD. He's going to need someone to pull him out of his head after this."

Snickers filled the room after his words and he swore under his breath. "Do not tell Hermione I said anything of the sort. She thinks it's too much information."

"Right, sir."

The minute Harry arrived at the headquarters of Cybertek, things were still in chaos. John Garrett, the leader of HYDRA, had made his last stand here in New Mexico, with soldiers that had been manipulated and bought and juiced up. The land behind him was sandy and dry, desert life going on around them. He tightened his robes around him, settled into his dragonhide armor and made sure his phone was silent.

The big jet that ferried Coulson's team around the world lay just a mile behind him as well, quiet and contained. And yet… Harry pondered what he had heard from his informant, thinking about what the man would do before he began to walk through the front lines of what had been a hard battle.

Chatter was that Nick Fury had even been seen and that had made Harry even more wary.

He signaled to his squad of handpicked aurors and led them in, following his own strand of magic that acted like a homing beacon. Yells and shouts filled the air as bullets raced and people fought one another.

Harry went straight down one hallway and left at another hall, ending up in a room that had been thoroughly kicked about. The familiar voice filled the room in front of him and his eyes narrowed at the sight that met him.

"Fan out and secure the building. Have your badges on you at all times. I don't want us mistaken for HYDRA," Harry ordered, magic already flickering at his fingertips. His team of three followed him, spreading out to guard the exits and entrances, taking down any of the soldiers that wore HYDRA uniforms. "Leave Agent May and Agent Ward to me."

Ward's pained but strangled yell made his heart skip a beat and he ran, already casting a protective shield the man's way.

Agent Melinda May stood there, a few feet away from Grant Ward, and immediately turned to face Harry and his team. "Who are you?"

"Potter. Take a step back from my agent," Harry said, walking over to stand in front of Ward. The man looked like he had gone through a blender and come out the other side just barely. Ward's left foot was stapled to the floor with nails that were presumably left by a nail gun, given the state of the room. Bruises littered Ward's face and Harry supposed that there were numerous other injuries as well.

They hadn't been able to tell what John Garrett was up to in the last few days but Harry could tell. It hadn't been good. Ward had called it in last night, sending a one word text after his last one about Fitz and Simmons.

Ward was also choking and clutching his throat, swaying on the spot. Harry reached out a hand behind him and felt Ward slip his fingers into his, trembling with pain and exhaustion and Merlin knows what else. He squeezed lightly and traced his thumb over Ward's palm, wordlessly casting healing charms, patching up at least Ward's throat. Harry heard Ward slowly but surely regain his breathing but his shallow breaths weren't doing him any good. He knew Ward had anger issues as well as a mile long list of other… pressing problems. Anger, child abuse that rocketed far past Harry's, and the need to find someone to follow.

Grant Ward was anything but a leader.

"Your agent? Who the hell are you?" May questioned, still in a fighting stance, rocking back on the heels of her feet.

"Ward's not actually HYDRA," Harry said, skirting past the question of who he was. "Grant, breathe."

Agent May twitched and Harry kept his shield around Ward, as his team radioed in about finding Coulson and Fury. Ward squeezed Harry's hand and he squeezed back, sparing a glance behind him to meet Ward's eyes.

"I know you're angry," Harry continued, still holding Grant's eyes and hand but talking to Agent May. "Ward, you can stand down. I'm here. I need to talk to Fury and Coulson. Where are they?"

Ward let out an audible sigh and then pointed.

Harry dipped his head in a nod, flicked his gaze down to Ward's foot, where it was still stapled to the floor. "This is going to hurt."

Grant swallowed but nodded, his eyes flickering between him and May. He still clutched at his throat, rubbing at it gently.

Harry ran a hand through his hair and then helped Ward up, slowly. "Come on. You want to stay with me or stay with my team?"

"I…" Ward trailed off on a cough and Harry's eyes narrowed, giving his agent another look over before handing over a bottle of water.

Ward drank it like he had just crawled through a desert, with both Harry and Agent May watching. "I'll stay with you."

Melinda May's eyes narrowed as she watched the two men, watched the other men and women in the room flank the guy who seemed to be the leader.

Ward… was fucking leaning into the guy's hands, swaying, as the man helped him up.

"I suppose you made people angry. Stay still for me," Potter whispered before he leaned down and did something with Ward's foot. May watched as the nails that were embedded in Ward's shoe were ripped out, watched as bandages appeared as if from nowhere and quickly wrapped around Ward's foot.

"Couldn't… be helped," Ward responded, his voice dry and pained. "I did… Ow!"

"I said it would hurt," Potter muttered, reaching out to run fingers through Ward's hair, gentle like, almost like he felt affection for him. The man's fingers came away bloody and May felt absolutely no remorse for not holding back when it came to fighting Ward.

May frowned and tilted her head in confusion. The light… shield was still curled around Ward and she wondered… "Are you Asgardian?"

Potter blinked as he turned around to face her again, still holding onto Ward. "Uh… no. I'm just English."

Ward's lips twitched conspicuously and Potter shrugged. "Alright. I need to talk to your entire team. Agent May, if we can move this to the center hall."

May stared at the two men and then steadied herself, caught her breath and moved. She led the way out of the room and hall as she talked to Coulson over their radio, telling him she was bringing company.

"Ward down?" Coulson questioned over the radio. "Because Garrett's dead. He should know that."

"Not quite," May remarked. "We have other company."

"Other?"

May heard Ward groan and turned to look as Potter placed a hand on Ward's chest. Potter whispered to Ward, his words not even reaching her ears. Both men turned to look at her when she stopped.

"Does the name Potter ring a bell to either you or Fury?"

Coulson was silent for a moment. "What's his first name?"

"He didn't say. He just said that Ward was his agent."

May could hear Coulson and Fury mutter over the radio and then Fury's voice rang loud and clear.

Potter snorted behind her. "Fury knows me at least. Come on."

May raised an eyebrow and gestured ahead of her, watching as members of the US military filed through the hallways around them. The US soldiers were rounding up all members of HYDRA and Garrett's men, steering them out and to trucks to be processed.

They came out into the main hall, where Coulson and Fury were standing over the body of John Garrett. The moment they walked in, Fury walked right over to Potter, pulling his sunglasses down and looked the guy right in the eyes.

"Potter."

"Nick, fancy seeing you here," Potter remarked, withdrawing from Ward's side and meeting Fury eye to eye. "Should have known you would be here."

May watched as Fury stared at the man and then spared a glance at Ward, who looked to just be barely on his feet. She smirked at him but he kept his gaze lowered, shuffling on the spot away from her.

"Agent May says Ward is yours," Coulson started, looking between Ward and Potter. "Fury, who is this and how come I don't know him?"

Fury sighed. "Harry Potter. He comes from a… secret community. He should have kept his nose out of SHIELD's business."

"How could I have? When I kidnapped one of your own agents a few years ago, I couldn't have known that it would result in this," Potter argued, crossing his arms loosely. "Pretty boy here was too attractive."

Ward spluttered, his mouth opening and closing. "I am not- You did not kidnap me."

"Then what do you call you lowering your guard and letting me take you England to fuck you?"

Coulson blinked and stared at the two men. May's eyes widened as she watched Ward's cheeks redden, watched as he swallowed.

"I call it a one night stand," Ward muttered faintly.

"Sure, call it what you like. Anyway… HYDRA's been taken care of, right? Who's the new director of SHIELD anyway?" Potter questioned, his bright green eyes looking between Coulson and Fury. "I know your Avengers are spread out far and wide, which actually, not great. Stark's the only one with a head on his shoulders at the moment, by the way. What the actual fuck were Rogers and Romanoff thinking? Dumping every single piece of data that SHIELD had onto the internet? That had information on every single agent and their families, who did not sign up to be taken out or used against their wives or husbands."

Fury sighed again and Potter grinned.

"It was what we were thinking at the time," Fury explained. "And I do not need to explain myself to you. You're not a member of SHIELD."

"Not a member of either SHIELD or HYDRA," Potter corrected. "So… Garrett's dead. What's next?"

"I don't know," Fury said, putting his sunglasses back on. "I'm leaving it to Coulson to figure out. He's your problem now, Phil."

"My problem?" Coulson echoed, his eyes widening. "What?"

"I'll be taking Ward with me," Potter remarked quietly, glancing back to the man behind him. "But feel free to contact me using this number."

Potter held out a card and Coulson reached out for it, sparing a quick glance at it.

"He needs to stand trial," Coulson said, glancing at Ward, who stared at him idly.

"I think he's already been… punished," Potter said, with a significant glance down to Ward's bandaged foot and everything else. "Besides… if he needs it… I'll be the one doing what needs to be done."

There was heat behind those words and Ward let out a strangled groan.

"Coulson… I'll be seeing you," Potter said, lifting his shoulders in a small shrug.

May blinked as Potter wrapped an arm around Ward, signaled to his team behind him, and then vanished with a quiet crack.

"Potter's a scary man," Fury muttered, letting out a sigh. May couldn't tell whether it was a sigh of relief but she echoed the sentiment.

"Are they Asgardian?" Coulson questioned, his eyes wide.

"No. They're… human," Fury said, as he glanced down to the body of Garrett. "Potter's been an occasional pain in the ass over the last few years. I'll tell you everything you should know about him but even I don't know everything."

Ward swallowed as they landed in Grimmauld Place, blinking a few times to clear the post apparition haze. The familiar bark that echoed through the hallway made his knees buckle, a choked cry leaving his throat, at the sight of a dog running down the stairs towards him.

"I told you I'd keep him," Harry whispered, kneeling down to hold him. "Buddy missed you."

The chocolate lab ran right at him, almost bowling him over with exuberance at seeing him. Ward let out a strangled cry and burrowed into the dog's warm fur, feeling fingers smooth down his back.

"I missed you too," Harry murmured, as he met his eyes over Buddy's back.

"How… Garrett's…"

"He's dead. Or soon will be," Harry replied, reaching out to cup his cheek. "Now let's get you patched up and into bed. And something light for your stomach, I think."

"Harry."

"Grant. What did you think? That I wouldn't come get you?"

"I thought… HYDRA meant everything to me. I trusted…"

Fingers smoothed over his chin and Ward swallowed as warmth fluttered from the touch, swallowing on a suddenly dry throat.

Harry's eyes were narrowed, dangerous. "Do I need to bring Garrett back to life and kill him again?"

"No," Ward said, his eyes fluttering closed as Harry leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "He was a father to me. I didn't… I did everything that I was told. Why wasn't I good enough?"

"Are you regretting going undercover to HYDRA?"

"No. I don't even regret hurting people, hurting my team."

"You are good enough for me, Grant. Let's get you into bed," Harry whispered, curling an arm around his shoulders and trailing his fingers over, closer to Ward's neck.

The moment that Ward felt Harry cup his neck, squeeze lightly, a sound left his throat like it had been punched out of him. He shut his eyes as Harry wrapped an arm around his waist to help him up.

"You're just as needy as you were when I fucked you the first time," Harry muttered, closing his eyes. "Merlin help me."

"Fuck me then."

Harry swore under his breath and Ward rolled his hips, bucking into the man to try-

"Fine. You have two options tonight," Harry said, his grip tightening on Ward's neck and sending heat racing through his body. His cock grew hard at the touches, the possessiveness visible in Harry's eyes. "I can either fuck you so hard you pass out or I give you a few sips of dreamless sleep. Though that might happen either way really. Your foot still needs to be taken care of."

Ward groaned as his heart beat doubletime, dried sweat making his shirt stick to his back. His ribs ached and maybe even were bruised or broken from his fight with May and yet he needed… "Fuck me."

"Well, alright. You talked me into it," Harry retorted before dipping in and pressing his lips to Ward's. His eyes were blown with arousal, heat sending them both reeling. "Could fuck you up against the wall. Always wanted to try that. Cast a featherlight charm on you and lift you up."

Ward whined into his kiss, his movements frantic as he tried to pull Harry closer.

Harry slipped his tongue into Ward's mouth, licking his way in as he brought his magic to bear. The man whimpered into it, melting into him as Harry pulled him closer, their cocks touching through their clothing.

Grant arched into him, his eyes blown, his mouth opening as his breathing picked up. He scrabbled at Harry's shirt, struggling to pull it off before Harry reached out a hand to hold him back, a hint of an amused grin on his face. "Stay."

Ward whined and reached out for him, his hands gripping onto Harry's waist. Harry's hand reached out, pressing on his chest, and Ward followed the unspoken order, taking several steps back until he hit the wall behind him.

He groaned as sparks of pain-pleasure rode through him, lighting his nerves up, making all of blood race south.

"Thankfully, I removed the portrait," Harry muttered, sliding his hand to Ward's and grasping both of his hands into one before pinning them above his head. "Keep them there or I won't touch you."

Ward threw his head back against the wall as Harry tipped his chin up, licking a path up his bare throat, nipping marks every so often. He shuddered, shivering as Harry pushed his shirt down and sucked a bruise into the crook of his neck, sucking on the skin deep enough to leave a big mark.

"Such a good boy," Harry whispered, meeting his eyes as one of his arms trailed downward. "So responsive."

"Just… for you," Ward croaked out, bucking into the hand that cupped him through his pants.

"Yeah? You don't do this for anyone else? You sure?" Harry asked, rubbing Ward's cock through the material. "No one else has gotten their hands on you? Like Skye?"

Ward cried out as Harry squeezed tightly, his eyes gone dark. "No! Just you!"

Harry nodded and swallowed up his next whine with a kiss, trailing downwards with his tongue. "Cause you're mine."

Ward licked his lips and nodded, as Harry reached down and tugged his pants down, letting the cool air trail over his now bare cock. "I'm yours. Yes. Always. Fuck."

Harry smirked and stroked his cock, pumping him until he was aching with it. "Wrap your hands around my neck."

Ward blinked even through the haze of lust, trying to pull his own shirt off. Harry reached into help, tugging his shirt off and throwing it behind them, his eyes following the trail of hair that led downward to his cock. "But… you said…"

Harry just raised an eyebrow, arousal darkening his eyes. "You want to get fucked up against a wall or not?"

Ward scrambled to bring his arms around Harry's shoulders, heard Harry whisper a spell under his breath. His heart was racing so hard he thought Harry could hear it, thundering so hard he thought it would run right through his chest. And then whined as Harry lifted him up, pushing him up against the wall behind him.

He wrapped his legs around Harry's waist and propped his head against Harry's chest, muffling his noises as Harry reached down, slipping a hand to trace his hole.

"Grant, you can make all the noise you want," Harry murmured, his voice low and heated and fuck. There was heated promise beneath those words even as a finger slipped into him. "I want to hear you. Get you all wet and sloppy and fucked out. Maybe tomorrow I could put a plug in you, keep you in bed for a while. Get HYDRA out of your head."

Ward whined, shivering as Harry's finger stretched him, the words sending heat racing through him. Pre-come spurted out from his cock as Harry pressed the pad of his finger against his prostate, sending pleasure licking through his body.

He could feel power coursing through his body as well, distantly, feeling his ribs lose their achiness. Lightning shot through him as Harry added another finger, stroking him from the inside out and setting his nerves on fire.

Sounds spilled from his throat and he clenched around nothing as Harry's fingers slid out and his cock thrust in, making him jolt and pushing up against the wall even further.

"Yeah, that's it," Harry whispered, holding him still with both arms. Ward swallowed as phantom fingers stroked his cock, twisting and pulling and Harry leaned into lick and nip a line down his chest. Ward dug his fingers into Harry's back, leaving marks on skin and not giving a fuck. "Oh, and here's my mark."

"Your first," Ward said, his voice coming out husky and unfamiliar.

Harry traced the mark he had left on Ward with his tongue, following the red snake as it danced across Ward's skin. "Won't be the last."

Ward cried out as Harry thrust up again, fucking into him deeper at the exact perfect angle. His vision narrowed to the man that was holding him up, cradling him and then the scrape of teeth against his neck sent him over the edge, making him see stars.

"Good boy," Harry whispered, his voice faint as he came, stroking Ward through his own release. "You're done with HYDRA, Grant. You're safe. I've got you."

Fingers ran through his hair and Ward burrowed into Harry's chest as he lowered him to the floor. "I've got you."

AN: I've been idly doing a rewatch of Agents of SHIELD and I remember the shock I felt when Ward was revealed to be HYDRA. That man had so many issues and just... you know... needed a good fuck. Honestly.

Also writing Harry fucking around with Fury is always fun.