#agents of shield au

[midnottart]

Agents of SHIELD AU • Loki settles down at the SHIELD facility he's being held at and tries coffee for the first time. Coulson visits him daily, fully aware he can't force Loki to talk.

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[jackiequick]

In fifty years, will all this be declassified? | Agents Of SHIELD Fanfic

Pairing: Amelia M. Parker & Grant Ward (WardParker)

Summary: In other words, suffering is worse than falling down low..

Characters feature/mentioned: Kara Palamas, Melissa Wallace, Marlene Kassdy, The Young Avengers

Timeline: Set a year after Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014), Agents Of Shield Season 2 (2014-2015)

Warning: Mentions of torture, blood, needles, heartbreak and fighting

Fic Type: Angst

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A/N: Goodness, someone help them all. Also sorry if it's a long fic! I hope you enjoy it ;) And yes I reference a Taylor Swift song as the title hehe

Inspired by: Agents Of Shield 2x21/22

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Dry pastel lit color faded between the clouds, as the soft yet grime shades filled the room. 

The air thick with dust and the distant sound of wind howling against the cracked windows. A mild, yet faint screeching pierced the silence, mingling with the rhythmic dripping of water somewhere in the shadows.

The autumn chill that sinked though the cracks of the door made its way towards her body, responding her eyes to slowly flutter open. She squinted her eyes turning her around to see the area she was set in.

Confusion wrapped around her like a mask; the last thing she remembered was sifting through the scattered remnants of an old agent’s life in a deserted apartment, searching for files that could’ve been used for other purposes.

It was darkly and dimly lit when she made herself present in that apartment reaching for the last lines of the forgotten report, hearing a soft thud, a shadow looming behind her—then nothing.

Amelia blinked, forcing her mind to piece together the fragments, but all she grasp was the nagging dull pain against her neck. Her fingers twitching waking themselves up only to hit a wooden board. She glanced down to noticed her wrists were against a table, yet her ankles were tied backwards to the chair.

She tugged against the restraints, but they held firm, the rough fibers biting into her skin. Panic clawed at her throat as she took in her surroundings: the rusted beams overhead, the scattered debris underfoot, and the faint light filtering through the grime-coated windows.

With every strained breath, the cold air seeped deeper into her bones, heightening her senses. The screeching outside grew louder, mingling with the pounding of her heart.

Just then, a door creaked open somewhere in the warehouse, and her breath caught in her throat. Amelia huffed and winced catching sight of who it was.

Grant Ward.

Following behind him was Agent 33, Kara Palamas, an a former SHIELD agent. Her was brain given some deep suffering, due to memory loss from Daniel Whitehall and of course she was helped afterward, tested by Fitzsimmons, then she left again. More or less…

Grant smiled sitting across the table from her. One of fingers lightly pushes a strand of hair away from Amelia’s face to see her clearly. Grant will never admit it but he didn’t like having her kidnapped, but he needed SHIELD to reveal any information that had on the Projects and Daniel Whitehall.

Amelia was one of SHIELD most well known and possibly active agents they had. According to the rumor mill she was loved and appreciated, having help put The Young Avengers together, being his co-captain in the very beginning of Coulson’s team back in 2013 and the list went on.

But he knew that Amelia Parker only scratched the surface, of the people she was surrounded by. He knew that none of the recruits and so-called friends truly cared for her, watched her six. If they did care, they would’ve found her by now. Hell, Agent Hill was the one who pushed her senseless into being the agent she was today. 

The poor workaholic agent who was pushed to the brink of it all, making the choices to see the good in others and step in to put herself in danger for the sake of the people around her. 

For the sake of the mission. 

Pushing down all the hurt and blame for her own sake. Taking the hits, making the kills and watching the ones she cared for suffer. 

All Grant wanted to do was keep her safe, have her join him in the mist of SHIELD’s fall back in 2014 and live on the run. But she refused to stay with him.

Because her loyalty was too high and her trust in others were on the balancing act of being destroy right before her eyes.

And yet, here she sat in front of him, her own green eyes staring right into his brown ones.  

“Hi baby.” He said in a calm low tone. 

She held a tight calm smile as she responded, “Hi.

“I’mma cut to the chase. You do know why you’re here, right?”

“Cause you miss me, hon?”

Kara, who was standing a few steps behind Grant, crossed her arms and held back a scoff at her remark. She knew the two had history, which annoyed her completely.

“Miss you? That’s a bold assumption,” Kara shot back, forcing the humor even as her pulse raced slightly.

Grant leaned forward, the smile fading as he studied her. “You’re in a warehouse, tied to a chair. I don’t want to play games, Ames.”

Kara shifted, her posture rigid as she eyed Amelia. “You don’t have to protect her anymore, Grant. She’s not one of us…”

“Not one of us?” Amelia echoed, the bite in her voice sharper than she intended. “You think that just because you’re playing for a different side now, it makes you less of a traitor?”

Kara bristled, but Grant raised a hand, silencing the tension in the room.  “This isn’t about sides,” he said, his tone even but strained. “It’s about information. SHIELD’s been sitting on something big, and I need you to help me find it.”

Amelia’s mind raced at the thought. The thought of betraying her former team sent a chill through her. “And what if I refuse? What makes you think I will help you?”

He leaned closer, intensity radiating from him. “Then you’ll stay here. And trust me, we both know I always find another way to get what I need. But it won’t be pretty for you.”

“Is that a threat, baby?”

“Call it a promise. I said don’t ever want to hurt you, Ames, not again, but if it comes to it, I will.”

Amelia’s eyes fell of Kara and exhaled, “And her?”

Grant noticed her gaze and leaned backwards. His expression turned serious as he said, “Kara, is none of your concern.”

“Liar. What is it that I did that so wrong to her?”

Kara shifted and met her gaze, leaning forward with a slight glare. “You know what you did, you're responsible for my kidnapping, you and Wallace had my location rigid and led me to Whitehall. When I did escape, Marlene and the others were late to get me back to base. I was tortured and enslaved for what felt like ages!”

Amelia’s eyes darted as she shifted, trying to stand up from her chair. She snarled, “The location was rigid to begin with! It wasn’t mine or Melissa’s fault. It was none of our faults!”

“Then apologize!”

“For a miscommunication? I did weeks ago!”

“It wasn’t enough.”

“..why have it be just me? Not strap Melissa or anyone else to a chair?”

That’s when Kara allowed a small smirk to appear on her face.

“Because. Melissa will just give me a snarky remark and scream, she’s not trained for the physical and mental discomfort across the body. But you are.” Kara explained to Amelia.

Amelia’s eyes darted back to Ward with a warning tone. “Grant.” She muttered. 

Grant stood from his seat and grabbed a device from the wall as he contained the explanation to a minimum, “We’re using you as an advantage here, Ames. If we want SHIELD to give us what they want as well and see a piece of them crumble, why not have one of their finest agents be the representation of it all?”

“Which means?” Amelia asked.

“We will keep you here.” Kara said, “In result, disorient the other agents such as Melissa, Marlene and your precious boyfriend, who I bet has no idea that your gone, into running around in rampage looking for you. The more pain you inflect, will give the others no choice but to give us the information needed.”

Amelia’s heart raced with a mix of fear and defiance as the words hung in the air. 

She scoffed as a small smile broke across her face. A shake chuckle escaped her hips for whatever reason. “You’re both just petty and delusional.” Amelia remarked. “Even if it I am not found by them, and I’m tortured. You realize that The Young Avengers will get concerned and try to find me, right?”

Grant crossed his arms and shook her head, as he strapped a wires and tightened the chair a bit more. Beforehand, he used anesthetic to remove any sensation of pain from Morse-Parker, however the sensation of the shockwaves and needles will be an unbearable pain, hitting her body all at once. 

Kara claimed to many beforehand, that was the pain she felt when she was harmed by Whitehall and when she regained control of her mind once again. 

When no one answered her remarked about The Young Avengers—Liane, Rick, Rochelle, Cole and the others—would grow panicked and try to find her, it was a clear as day response. They were too busy and selfish to care for others’s turmoil to save them. Kara and Grant convey that answer by just exchanging a glance at Amelia.

 Amelia's heart raced, a mixture of defiance and dread coursing through her veins. “You really think that will work? You’re underestimating them.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm, masking the worry gnawing at her.

Grant tightened the straps, his brow furrowed with frustration. “It’s not about underestimating them. It’s about making them desperate.”

Kara’s smirk faded as she stepped closer. “You think they care enough to risk everything for you? They’ve got their own battles to fight. You’re just a pawn in this game, Amelia.”

The weight of her words hit harder than any blow. Memories of laughter and camaraderie flashed through Amelia’s mind, but the shadows of doubt loomed larger. She shook her head, unwilling to let them see her falter. “You’re wrong. They won’t stop searching for me.”

Grant leaned back, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. “And if they do find you, what then? You think they’ll storm in here and rescue you? They don’t even know where you are.”

Kara stepped closer, her voice low and chilling. “They’ll waste time chasing ghosts, and by the time they figure it out, it’ll be too late.”

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A silence fell, heavy with unspoken truths. Amelia felt the chill in the air deepen, a reminder of her vulnerability as the hours went by. She felt herself growing hungry and weak by the second, as her eyes tried their hardest to not give into the weight and close themselves.

Deep into the night, the weight of Grant and Kara’s words hit pierced harder than any words. Every moment spent in the room, tied to the chair, her wrists trying to wiggle out of the restrains and the needles digging into her fingers send an engulfing pain across her body. The wires sending shockwaves through her body, were just as bad, she could practically taste the metal in the air, under her skin. 

Amelia was on the brink of giving into the pain and torment, that she was lost caused. She wasn’t going to be saved. That Kara and Grant were right. She was fool to think SHIELD and The Young Avengers—her friends—would care to save her. To release any evidence in hopes of having her come back to them.

That loyalty and trust that tied her to her team was slipping between her fingers.

She could’ve sworn she heard typing of a laptop and invoices being messaged between the two in another room, whenever Kara or Grant weren’t inside with her. She could hear Grant’s low murmur, the occasional sharp retort from Kara. The sound of certain agents from the messages, such as Marlene, her voice was faintly heard, so was Melissa. A flicker of Jeremy’s tone of voice and a few others that she didn’t quite recognize.

She wondered if Jeremy was negotiating a deal to the data on Whitehall or some kind of information in general. She wondered if Melissa trying to relocate the trace of the phone's pattern to her location, or maybe Marlene had just threaten to murder Ward.

Gods know what the others on the line must've been discussing.

However nothing from The Young Avengers.

As for their mouths moving? Conversation between the three echo though the warehouse, a mixture of screams, snarky remarks, and words that were sharper than a knife. Grant was one of the few people, who knew her better than anyone, he had a hand in training her and sense her downfall from a mile away. 

He knew that she knows that there was no one coming from her. And if they did. They would be too late, suffering the lost of someone who they assumed, they care for deeply. It was a twisted symphony of betrayal and desperation that echoed around her, each note driving the point home: she was alone.

Speaking of echos being said, at one point, when Amelia refused to once again to apologize to Kara, the closure to heal according to Grant, the brunette slapped Amelia across the face before she walked around the chair with a wicked smirk.

“If you want a nice view of my ass, sweetheart, that will be...” Amelia said in a slight witty tone, however her voice trailed off, hearing the sound of fabric and a wince of a blade, “..what is she doing?”

Grant didn’t let her swift her neck around to see the damage about to inflect upon her, instead snatching her chin under his fingers, forcing her to face him. For a fleeting moment, his gaze softened, a hint of regret flickering in his brown eyes.

“You don’t have to do this, Ames. We can work this out—” He said in a soft tone. 

“No.“ Amelia cut him off, her tone resolute, almost shaking in a hush tone, “Not like this..”

Before she can even repeat her words, a sharp passing of a knife slide across the back of her knees, her inner knees, as she let out a deep whine. She squeezed her eyes and gasped breathing heavily, her chest rising and fall, due to the action taking place. Her eyes water as she gulped, catching Grant’s gaze as she tried to wipe her face towards Kara.

Amelia’s breath came in ragged gasps, the pain radiating through her legs, refusing to show weakness, however it was clear. Grant’s grip on her chin tightened, his gaze searching hers for a flicker of compliance.

Kara stepped closer, a glint of amusement in her eyes. “You really think you’re in control here? You’re tied up, and your friends are miles away. This is your reality now.”

Amelia felt the weight of her words sink in, but she wouldn’t give in just yet. “And if I break? If I give they what you want? What happens then?”

She shrugged, a cruel smile curling her lips. “Maybe we’ll let you go. Maybe I won’t. It all depends on how entertaining you are.”

Before Amelia could respond, Grant’s expression shifted, a flicker of anger crossing his face. “Enough, Kara. This isn’t a game.”

Kara rolled her eyes, dismissing his concern. “Oh please, Grant. You’re not her keeper. She made her choices.”

Amelia’s eyes flickered between the pair. Despite Grant’s protectiveness over her, he was true as day that he cared for Kara just the same. He may claim to still love her, but his heart had made space for Kara. She scoffed, honestly, with how delusional they both were, they desires each other. 

“Choices?” Amelia scoffed, her voice steady despite the pain. “Um, I didn’t choose to be here, and you know it.”

Grant’s jaw tightened, a mix of frustration and a hint of guilt flashing across his face. “I didn’t want this for you, Amelia. I wanted to protect you.”

“By letting Kara and yourself torture me?” she shot back, her gaze unwavering. “You’re not protecting me, Grant. You lied to me once, you’ll do it again.”

He always said that one thing, she will understand everything he ever done, but she won’t. One look from Kara and Grant, and she realized she was more than a pawn, in this sick game. She’s the queen. The moment she decide to cooperate or her teammates come and find her, give them any information about Whitehall, the game changes. 

If she might even survive this.

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The hours went by, no help, no hope of salvation—none. 

It was hopeless.

She whimpered and winced, gasping for air as her fingers were being pierced by needles and her body was attached to the wires from earlier. She has been yelled at, bleeding and bruised.

She was purely shaking at this point. At least she was able to convince Ward to release her ankles for some breathing room. However, she was cold. From her feet to her toes, despite the clothing she was wearing, she was feeling the air bouncing against her skin.

As she wiggled her wrists against the restraints, searching for any weakness, the faint sound of footsteps approached. She held her breath, heart pounding, readying herself for whatever was to come.

The door creaked open, and Grant stepped inside. He paused, meeting her gaze with a mixture of concern and resolve. 

“You okay?” he asked, a hint of sincerity breaking through his hardened facade.

Her voice was slightly shaky under her breath, “Is that even a question?”

“Ames.”

“Not even close, and you know it.” 

“It’s gonna be a long night, I knew you’ll be tough. Coulson’s got an eye for talent.”

“So did you..”

He sighed, his harden facade slowly returned, as a tone that was undoubtedly unreadable appeared. He sat down across from her. Her breathing was deep and hitched, her glares softened ever so slightly, before slowly hardening once again.

“You and I are a lot alike, Ames.” He began, his voice simple yet smooth. “Emotions buried deep inside where nowhere will ever find it.”

She shook her head lightly, “Why’s that? Because you know me very well?” “Because the reason why you kill and fight and recruit others..it’s not because you feel it’s a duty.”

“It is..you caught onto that lesson very early on. Being pushed to the prime level, because it hides whatever uncertainty you have..”

“That’s what you think? Are you referring to me or yourself?”

Amelia paused remembering a conversation she had with Skye involving the context of Ward. He kills because of his emotional attachment and his desire to help, not just for his own desire but for a gain. 

But there was something more to that.

After a moment Amelia said under her breath as she admitted, “..it’s not because of nothing, or that it’s a duty to serve..it’s because you feel too much..i feel too much..”

Grant watched her eyes gearing up, the shift in her eyes, at the realization. The pain, the despair, the suffering, the repeated questions and conversation. It was like memories flashed—every laugh, every time she was snapped at, every snarl or glare, every moment of believing in trust and faith—it all came crashing down upon her.

The right push and she can be forced to see the truth, even if she denied it. Hell, the words that Amelia said hit Grant as hard a brick. It wasn’t false, he did care, sometimes way too much. But like he said, he buried it deep, to save himself the heartbreak and torment.

However he did say if Amelia didn’t corporate, or if SHIELD didn’t release information on Whitehall, he will do a certain job. One that she has seen done before..

“Baby, listen to me.” Grant said, bringing her back to the moment holding up needle in-between his fingers. “Kara needs closure. Your teammates are already suffering with no idea where you are, thanks to Kara. But you, just admit you betrayed her and we can end this.”

She scoffed, “You’re such a hypocrite, you know that? Betray her? Honey, may I remind you that you betrayed your whole entire team! You betrayed me.”

“For the—! For the hundredth time, I was loyal to Garrett, not HYDRA!”

“For the hundredth time, I don’t care!”

“Amelia!”

“What?! You always have that excuse or decide to blame Garrett for your choices!”

“We both know, if it was the other way another and you were in my shoes, you would understand! We talked about this!”

“I know! And for the that, I say, screw you!”

That’s when Grant leaned forward against the table, his body dangling among the chair he sat in. Their face were mere inches apart, they can feel the other’s hot breath against one another’s face. Every scare, bump and bruise, laced across their face.

The tension was heating off their bodies, their breathing was thick and hitched. 

“You don’t know me as well, as you think you do.” He growled under his breath, his back arched and his palms pressed against the table.

“Sure I do, baby.” She responded, growling in the same exact intensity.

However she held a light smirk, ripping off her restraints that she spent the last hours  loosing up, grunted as she both hands grabbed the back of his neck and slammed his face into the table.

She held out a breath, snatching the needle from his grasp and stabbing him with it. Grant broke free from her grasp just as quickly, as Amelia stumbled backwards. He launched at her as she jumped over the table and kicked him the chest. 

Before they two knew it, they were dancing around, blocking and trying to punch one another into corners. Spinning, turning and trying to slam the other into a wall. Grunts, pounding from footsteps against the ground, shouts and screaming were heard from within the warehouse, as they broke though the walls and into the hallways.

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At one point, Amelia raised her height was going to cause her a real disadvantage, Grant was taller than her by a lot. So just as he was about to launch at her once again, she reached up to a poll, grasping a tight grip before swinging her legs forwards launching Grant to break though the window of the door. 

“I taught you well..” He muttered, a hint of pride in his voice, before grabbing her and swinging the brunette around as they head butted one another hitting against the tight narrow hallway.

Amelia head was slammed backwards, pounding firm near a wall, before her body slid downwards onto the floor as she grunted and let out a groaned. Grant towered over her just as Kara hurried in, holding her gun towards Amelia.

She was ready to shoot her, but didn’t, yet. She wanted to hear the apology, understand her pain. She exchanged a look with Ward.

“Anything you want to say to Kara?” Grant asked, letting out a deep breath.

Amelia’s eyes darted between the door of them, her vision was blurry as she said, “..yeah.”

“She’s waiting.”

“I’m not sorry anymore..” Amelia muttered under her breath. 

Kara exhaled, lowering the gun, “This isn’t right..I’m not feeling, she’s not sorry..”

Grant took the gun from her stuffing it into his back pocket and placed a hand on her shoulder, “It’s alright, baby, I know what to do..”

Her gaze flickered between the pair, one look from Grant and Amelia knew what was coming for her, he going to pull the trigger. The hours were running up. 

He’ll do the one thing she seen him do, only once, years ago. 

It will not just make her suffer but the ones who claimed to love her...

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[agentmanatee]

Interrupting my packing for this important message:

I want an AU with Trip as the team's specialist from the start, and where he lives. The bus would've been a lot funner with him around, and he has chemistry with all of the bus kids. He'd be Skye's SO!

That is all

[nixies-creations]

Title: Of All The Gin Joints To Walk Into. Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw/Jake Seresin. Rating: SFW/No Archive Warnings Apply. Tags: Alternate Universe; Agent of SHIELD Jake Seresin; Agent of SHIELD Bradley Bradshaw; marvel AU; Set in the Marvel Universe; VERY VERY pre-relationship; Sex Pollen; Bradley and Jake are still pretending they feel nothing for one another; Controlled Experiment; Mention of other characters; fade to black smut; Implied bottom Jake "Hangman" Seresin. Word Count: 1184. Created for @topgunalternateuniverse Square Filled: Sex Pollen: Fuck or Die. 

Summary: 

Shouldn’t it have been someone on his list of approved partners for these types of situations? Or, Jake is put through a certain situation to help him get more prepared for field work and the last person he expects is there to assist him.

Read On Ao3.

[skyler10fic]

Lightning Strikes Twice: Ch. 10

Summary: Carol and Skye connect on a new level while camping, and Yon-Rogg is frustrated with his task of bringing home the Kree mole inside Shield.

Notes: Not the explicit chapter yet, I'll let you know which one that will be!

Read on Ao3

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In the weeks following the surgery, Skye seemed to grow more distant, which Carol couldn’t figure out. Carol tried to perform tricks with her newly freed powers to make Skye smile or to impress her, but that didn’t solve the issue, so maybe Skye was scared of her powers? Carol tried to use them less and be more normal, more Terran, more … whoever Skye needed her to be. This had some success, especially when Carol asked Skye about places on Earth Skye had been or wanted to go. 

When they visited one, a campsite with stunning mountain views, Skye even scooted closer on the blanket as they watched the stars at night, and Carol pulled up an app on her Shield-issued smartphone to learn the constellations from here. 

“Do you miss it,” Skye asked. “Being out there?” 

“Not the way I experienced it.” Carol snorted in derision and then sighed. “I really thought I was making it all better, you know? Space is cool, and I miss seeing the amazing stuff, but if I ever went back, I’d want it to be with you.” 

“Yeah?” Skye lifted her head, but Carol backtracked too soon. 

“Sure, you know,” she rushed out. “That new SABER division and such, doing actual good and science and uh… Space stuff.” 

Skye sighed and laid back down. “Right. SABER. Space stuff.” 

Carol scrunched her brow as she thought. “What about you? Would your powers work in space?” 

Skye was silent for a moment. “I haven’t really thought about it. I guess I should learn more physics. But don’t tell FitzSimmons I said that!”

Carol laughed and turned on her side to face Skye. Her hair fell back so her scar was exposed on her neck, but she didn’t care. There was no reason for self-conscious vanity here. Skye had helped that scar exist in the first place.  

Skye spotted it and traced a light finger around it. “Does it still hurt?” 

“No.” 

Carol inhaled sharply as Skye looked up, so close Carol could almost taste her. In fact, she should. Without thinking, Carol closed the small gap between them and pressed her lips to Skye’s.

Skye froze and then pulled away. “Oh!” 

Carol blushed furiously. “Sorry, sorry, I don’t know why…” She trailed off and sat up on the blanket. Before she could come up with an excuse about Kree culture or run away or pretend it hadn’t happened, Skye sat up and pulled Carol back in. Skye’s lips were warm and ready this time, kissing her in a way that Carol had never experienced. It stirred something inside her to want more and more. Was kissing Earth girls always like this? Probably not, she concluded. There was something about Skye specifically that made her feel things no one else here did, or anyone ever had. Experimenting with all genders was encouraged in Kree society, but this was something else, something real. Not just a drunken pleasure after a battle won or a way to beat the boredom of life drifting in space. 

Skye pulled away again, this time much slower and with a hum of delight. “I just… I wasn’t sure if you liked me like that.”

Carol let a soft smile bloom on her reddened lips. “I don’t only think of you as a friend. It’s that, but there’s more to it. I don’t know what you’d want to call it, though.” 

“Are you saying you want to be my girlfriend?” Skye asked, blushing and giggling like a schoolgirl. 

“Yeah,” Carol concluded. That was it exactly. Just like the movies. “Yeah, I think I do. Is that too juvenile?” 

Skye shook her head, and a strand of hair fell down, which Carol gently tucked back. “A lot of people here say partner, but I like girlfriend too. I want to be proud of being with you.” 

“Ah.” Carol realized. Earth ways. “Because it’s … what’s the word… les-bionic?” 

Skye burst out a laugh. “Sapphic. But that’s great.”

“Ohhh,” Carol remembered their earlier vocabulary lesson now. “That’s right. You’re bi, and I’m lesbionic.” 

“Lesbian. Because you said you really only feel like this about women, right?” 

Carol shrugged a shoulder. “Well, THIS I have only felt with you. This is something new. But in general, yeah, lesbian sounds right based on past experience.” 

Skye kissed Carol’s cheek. “Our first official date. Under the stars.” 

Carol looked away, to the pinpricks of light above them, and Skye followed her gaze. “Just a few months ago, I was escaping for my life up there. And now I’m safe with you, my gorgeous, smart, Terran girlfriend.”

“You really have to stop saying Terran.” Skye laughed. “No one says that here.” 

“Mmm.” Carol mimicked an alien voice from a cheesy sci-fi show they had watched, “I come in peace, Earthling. The humans are beautiful this time of year.” 

“Stop!” Skye giggled and tickled Carol’s side. This was a new sensation for Carol and she laughed harder than she had in her life. They rolled around on the blankets until they had to catch their breath, with Skye snuggling on top of Carol. They laid in silence for a long while, content to enjoy the night sky. 

Finally, Skye spoke up, voice soft in the night air. “Can I tell you something?” 

“Anything,” Carol promised and kissed the top of Skye’s head. 

Skye rose up and met Carol’s lovesick gaze with a solemnity that scared her. 

“What is it?” Carol asked. 

“I’m not supposed to ask you this, but if I don’t, and I’m right, you could be in danger.” 

They shifted to sitting up on the blankets. Carol took Skye’s hands. “How could I be in danger when we’re together? You and I could face anything.” 

This seemed to be exactly what Skye needed to hear to overcome her hesitation. “There are some at Shield who were worried you came as a spy for the Kree. And for the last few weeks, I was worried about the opposite—that you only wanted to get close to me so I’d help you take the inhibitor out.” 

Carol started to protest, but Skye held up a hand and continued. “Think about it from an agent’s perspective. It makes sense. But I believe you when you say you want to be here. I trust you.” 

Carol relaxed but waited impatiently for Skye to make her point. 

Skye got to her question: “Do you remember Alexander Pierce from when you first came?” 

The hair on the back of Carol’s neck stood up and her breathing grew shallow. “Yeah, why?”

“We think he might be working for the Kree, to track you and monitor your activities on Earth. You’ve barely been out of the Shield building, though, besides just hanging out with me and doing training missions. So I don’t know what he would even report on, but—”

“But you helped me take out the inhibitor. The inhibitor had a tracker. That’s how he was doing it. That’s why your mom freaked out when I told her that, even though I thought no one could use it here.” Carol paled. “You’re a target now too. I made you part of a crime against the Kree Empire.” 

Carol got up and paced around the campsite. Skye scrambled up after her and placed a hand on her arm. “Hey. Remember what you just said? Between you and me, we can face anything. And it’s not just the two of us. We’ve got Shield on our side. Even Pierce’s assistant is helping, but you can’t repeat any of this to anyone, okay? No one can know.”

Carol blinked. “How can we keep this a secret? If there’s a Kree spy, you’re all vulnerable. And it’s all my fault! If I never would have come here, you’d all be safe.”

“NO!” Skye shouted and then softened. “No. I could say the same thing about myself. If I’d never come here as a kid, maybe they wouldn’t have sent him here. Or maybe neither of us had anything to do with him being here.” 

Carol understood what Skye was saying. “You think Pierce is part of something bigger that the Kree have going on here? It makes sense. I was part of a much larger program to integrate Terran, I mean human , children into Kree society. It could be something with that program. To make more kids like me into their tools.” 

“Honestly, I don’t know.” Skye bit her lip. “We don’t know what he’s plotting, only that Natasha says it has something to do with you. Maybe the Kree want you back. You’re a powerful weapon in the wrong hands right now.” 

Carol wrapped her arms around Skye against the chill of the night air. “And so are you. You’re an escaped inhuman. And if Pierce knows, he will have told them you’re still alive, you’ve been through Terrigenesis, and how to find you. We can’t let them take us back as their property. I won’t let them.” 

Skye nuzzled Carol’s cheek and pulled back just enough to look her in the eye with determination. “So we fight. Whatever comes.” 

“How are we going to fight the Kree Empire?” Carol wondered aloud. 

“Well, theoretically, you can go to space now, so that’s a plus.” Skye teased the outline of Carol’s scar again and played with her blonde strands. “And Shield has a few tricks up its sleeve the Kree won’t anticipate. If it comes to that.” 

Carol accepted this in favor of kissing Skye again and again. As the night grew colder, they eventually made their way inside their tent and into their sleeping bags, where they explored even more ways of kissing until they grew tired and cuddled their soft, warm cocoons together to fall asleep. 

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Carol’s fears of a big space army coming to invade Planet Earth weren’t in Yon-Rogg’s playbook, though. This was a show starring two men: Zxan-Dar the businessman and diplomat and Yon-Rogg, the assassin and scorned mentor. 

Yon-Rogg didn’t mention to Zxan-Dar that the planet he’d worked for so long to prepare for colonization was being discarded and abandoned to its own self-destruction. He only mentioned to the elder statesman that he was being ordered back home by the Supreme Intelligence, presumably to report in-person on what he’d learned. 

“And I’m supposed to give up all of this?” Zxan-Dar replied, his charming smile twisting into a hidden ferocity. He gestured to his executive office, decorated with all the hallmarks and designers of status, with the hand bearing a Harvard alumnus class ring that served as part of his cover story. “To go back to that ship, some officer’s quarters, an artificial Supreme Intelligence who watches me like a child, to bowing and scraping, to do the will of the empire.” 

Yon-Rogg raised a hand in caution. “I must warn you, brother. You are verging on consequences for these liberties. The Supreme Intelligence may overlook your offense as a side effect of your long exposure to these base creatures, but only once. You must do your duty as a Kree, as we are all sworn to, and return for the good of the collective.” 

Zxan-Dar sniffed and chuckled with the full ego of a powerful man being given orders. “Even the lowest foot soldier demands his payment. And I, well…” He turned in his desk chair and rose to face the skyline of Los Angeles below out the glass wall. “I am objectively higher up the food chain here, as you can see.” 

With Zxan-Dar’s back to him, Yon-Rogg sneered. “I will commune with the council and return with an offer of reward for your faithful service. Surely we can come to a fitting agreement.”  

Zxan-Dar whipped around and strode briskly toward Yon-Rogg with hand extended, as if a business deal had just been struck. “Excellent. I shall look forward to your offer. Brother .” 

The condescension in his voice was unmistakable, but Yon-Rogg at least had a solution to their problem. It wasn’t unheard of for spies and generals to set up shiny little kingdoms for themselves in their extended time away from Hala. They were understandably reluctant to give up their riches, conquests, and power. But resistance was met with proportional force, an equal and opposite reaction, as they say. 

Walking down the streets of Los Angeles, Yon-Rogg could hardly understand why Zxan-Dar would pick here of all places. Young screamed at their caretakers and were not silenced into submission. Adolescents rode on wheeled boards, or even drove land vehicles, with their horrid noises blasting rhythmically for all to hear. The impoverished were allowed within sight, and the ill and lame were free to hobble along the sidewalks with the garbage set out in bags! He wondered that in all of Terran history, they had no planetary system to rid themselves of trash, whether living or inanimate, in ways that stayed out of sight of the respectable citizenry. 

He pitied Carol a bit. His failed hope. He had really thought she could be more than this noisy, stinking, sweltering planet. She had shown such potential. And yet, here she was, crawling back to the rodents’ den she’d been rescued from. 

Just as he thought of her, she appeared, entering a building a block ahead. She looked in his direction as she opened the door for the Terran with her—a dark-haired young woman, of similar age and height—but Carol disappeared into the building. He wanted to follow, to demand that she return with him to stand trial, to offer her a chance at rehabilitation. To apologize that they hadn’t done a better job erasing her shameful origins the first time. 

But the traffic light turned and a wall of vehicles in all shapes and sizes and smells and sounds separated them. Another day. For now, he made his way back to his cloaked ship to relay Zxan-Dar’s terms of compliance.

[an-inky-fingered-lass]

illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

A collection of ficlets set in the 'get out my machete and battle with time once again' universe. And yes, I'm realizing I definitely need a catchier name. Full series on Ao3.

chapter 3 -- as we lay our wars to rest

It was a restless night. 

Pines whipped, thunder crashing like someone was bowling with furniture on the roof of the world. May lay awake for a long time, listening to the rain, and thought about myths that bled just like they did, about the pieces this world would never be. 

It was hard to reconcile how small it was, in the grand scheme of things. The world. May had spent so much of her life flying over greens and blues and browns, looking down, but that had still been under the sky. You couldn’t see it the same way once you’d looked down from the other side.

Her dreams, when she finally fell asleep, were a jumble of familiarity. A warehouse, a little girl; but this was a girl with faraway eyes and trust in her hands-- and another girl, with rumpled blond hair and her father’s eyes, her mother’s nimble, curious fingers. It was an old home, not a warehouse, walls that were no longer hers but that she remembered loving. May dreamed of her cockpit, no splinters in her palms; peaceful evenings and threat she’d spent years comfortable in, safety she was learning. She awoke slowly, as dawn arrived, like her body hadn’t decided whether it had actually gotten any rest or not. 

It was an indecisive sort of morning. Melinda liked those even less than the bad ones; she’d spent years learning to live with those, live through them, and they didn’t come around often any more. The indecisive, thin unease was just annoying.  

Tai chi helped. There was a reason why she’d settled herself into routines, why she’d built them into herself and her time even when nothing much else in her life had been predictable. Phil did fine with less structure to his days, could unwind easily in that flexibility, but these had always been her hours, the first rays of sun crawling into a drowsy sky. 

It had brightened into a pale, breakable blue by the time Phil was up, the air cold and crisp and no longer so heavy with damp. There were pine needles scattered everywhere, a thick bed of leaves that swallowed up sound instead of crackling, but the storm had come and gone without doing any damage. 

May went out to coat her boots in mud after breakfast. There was a worn old trail out back that looped around on itself, that brought her back home if she just walked far enough. 

Phil had been gentler than he needed to be, that morning, patient enough for the both of them. He'd set the kettle like there were at least five people waiting for tea. It just wasn’t a day for talking, at least not yet, and there wasn’t any urgency to their days any more. She hadn’t known how to breathe without it, at first, but she’d had a handful of years now to ease into the relief of it. She was starting to be able to feel like they’d been doing this for a long time. 

May stepped back onto the wood of the porch with her pockets full of wild golden raspberries (she hadn’t been planning on going that way, but once she did she couldn’t just walk past the bushes). Her thigh was aching again, knees putting up a protest she was staunchly ignoring, but she felt steady for the first time that morning. 

She came through the front door to the sound of music. 

It was acoustic, earthy tones. Folky. Phil was sitting by his desk, but he’d gone still, probably forgotten all about whatever he’d been doing. She knew he’d heard her come in, but she leaned one shoulder against the wall and just listened, eyes on the window and the sunlight tumbling in. 

Their tastes in music were as wildly different as ever, but this was nice, whatever it was. Something about sunshine and the time that you have. 

May watched the curve of Phil’s shoulders, rubbed a gentle palm against the wood paneled walls. 

They had grandkids now. They’d get to watch them grow. 

She stepped across the floor as the song ended. 

Phil stood to meet her, eyes soft and damp, and she smiled at them, at him, at how easy the peaceable emotion still came to him, after everything. She would never have that. She didn’t mind. She was learning her own peace, laying down her arms without needing it to feel right. This was a choice, calmness and patience and birdsong in the birth of a new dawn. 

She was burying her wars in long walks home and raspberries in her pockets. There were ghosts to both their names, hanging around this little cabin, and they were welcome to stay as long as they needed, provided they held their peace.

[soaring-to-tower]

i will always love you - @sunalsolove & @cherrylimeade

i have nothing - whitney houston

i am, once again, a sucker for a hydra!fs au- this amazing collab has Jemma being the one trapped in the Framework with a Fitz entering as a bodyguard trying to pull her back to reality

Read it here (locked to ao3 users)

banner art by @eclecticmuses

[morganwrites12672]

Lincoln Campbell x Reader

Summary: Lincoln comes home drunk, again, which leads to an argument.

Warnings/Tags: Lincoln Hunter x Reader, Angst with a happy ending, female!reader, alcohol is mentioned, Lincoln is drunk for part of the story, arguing

A/N: Requests are open! Feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

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It was half past three in the morning. Lincoln was no where to be seen. You had called him over a dozen times over the past few hours. Left countless texts and voicemails. He hadn't responded or done anything to let you know he was alive, not in a ditch somewhere. Or worse.

A loud bang outside made you jump as you made your way to investigate. After opening the curtains and looking outside, you see Lincoln's figure stumbling over his feet, fumbling with his keys.

He was drunk. Of course he was.

You sigh and unlock the door before opening it for him. He stumbles into the house and you can smell the stench of Vodka on him.

"You could of called," you scoff at him. He had no right to play with your feelings like this. You didn't know how much longer you could handle it.

"God, why are you so controlling?" He half slurred. You could see little sparks of light dancing around his palms.

"I'm not controlling Lincoln, I just want to know you're safe when you come home five hours late," you say.

You didn't think you were controlling. You didn't care if Lincoln wanted to go out without you. You just wanted to know he was safe. Especially when he swears to be home at a certain time and is hours late.

God knows what could of happened to him. He could of been found out and experimented on. You might not of ever seen him again, with no explanation as to what happened.

"You always expect me to let you know every little thing I do!" He yells. God, his anger was the main strain of your relationship. Any time he was drunk he would bitch about every little thing.

"Fine. If that's how you feel I'm not going to sit here and argue. I'm going to leave," you say calmly before going to pack enough for a night or two. Maybe more.

All you knew was that you couldn't deal with this anymore. You couldn't handle his temper, or his drinking.

You heard Lincoln saying some form of apology but you ignored him as you finished packing your bad and left the house. You didn't hear the door open to follow you.

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It had been one week. One week since Lincoln made the biggest mistake of his life. Since then he had been sober. One week sober wasn't much, but it was better than one day or being drunk.

He walked up to your apartment. The one you had rented out for the month. Lincoln didn't think he had upset you that much. But then again, he was to drunk that might to remember much.

He knocked on the door and your tear stained face greeted him before trying to slam the door. He stuck his foot out to stop it. He had one chance.

"I told you Lincoln-" he didn't let you finished the sentence before his apology poured out.

"I'm so sorry. I stopped drinking. I'll stop forever if it means I can get you back. I swear," Lincoln said.

You frowned before walking away. Lincoln followed you inside. You looked at him.

His hair was disheveled. He looked like he hadn't slept in a week, but you didn't smell liquor on his breath.

"You get one more chance. One more," you emphasize your last two words. Only one chance.

"You won't regret it, I promise," Lincoln says before wrapping you up in a hug. He felt warm, like always

You hug back. It'd been way to long until he came back. You had been secretly hoping he would come back.

The road to him staying sober would be a hard one, but one you were willing to journey along with him.

[agentsofmarvel]

a little agents of shield au idea i had !!

(let me know if you want to hear more about this au!! i’m not a fanfic writer, but if anyone wants to try to write something feel free with credit!!)

little royals au

the academy of royalty is attended my many royals across many kingdoms. the school is strictly for royalty until the academy’s headmaster philip coulson held a contest among the villagers across all kingdoms to see if anyone could past the difficult entrance exam. only one child passed, jemma simmons, a young villager from the kingdom of the highlands. for passing, jemma is invited to attend the academy of royalty as a student. she will then have to navigate being the first non-royal student the academy has ever had.

~ ✨~

the academy of royalty is split into two schools: one for older students and one for younger.

some of the students from the academy’s upper school (for older students):

- crown prince alphonso “mack” of the coastal isles

- princess elena of the kingdom of belleza

- crown princess barbara “bobbi” of donmore

- prince lance of dirkshire

- crown princess kora of the kingdom of afterlife

- crown prince christian of the hinterlands

~ ✨~

some of the students from the academy’s lower school (for younger students):

- jemma simmons, villager from the kingdom of the highlands

- crown prince leopold of the kingdom of the highlands

- princess daisy of the kingdom of afterlife

- crown prince daniel of fortësi

- prince grant of the hinterlands

- prince thomas of the hinterlands

*crown prince/princess means they are first in line for the throne.

**would be mainly fitzsimmons & dousy with background macklena & huntingbird!!

[disappearinginq]

Dialogue prompts for Agents of SHIELD: 20?

100% set in my alternate timeline of Running Up That Hill (honestly, because I don't remember canon anymore).

"I hope you got what you wanted."

"I shudder to think in what world this was a desirable outcome."

"You're back in SHIELD's good graces - no longer on their top most wanted list."

"We were on a beach in Tahiti, where nobody knew us, and nobody bothered us, and best of all, none of you even knew we were alive. Well...except Coulson. But we knew he could keep a secret."

"But no, you're right, this is so much better - being dragged back here to help you clean up a mess that should've been a non-issue if you'd actually run a backround check. Or two."

"We wouldn't have asked you back unless it was necessary."

"Fine - we're here. What was so important we couldn't do it via group text? Or post card?"

"Your brother - Thomas. HYDRA has him."

[brooklynislandgirl]

@rhodestoruin​  {{xx}}

The biggest problem with Beth is that unless she's deliberately engaged in conversation and able to see his mouth, she doesn't always hear things quite the right way. She tries to minimise it in a hundred different little ways, but currently she was engrossed in her own screen, sifting through mountains of compiled data that numb the soul as well as the mind. His breath, his pitch and timber are clear, as much as the motion of his arms out of the corner of her eye but the words themselves are lost and it is clear on her face that she's scrambling to make sense. Woodsy Gulls are light. Dodge Ray's jackal bite. "....Uhm..." She turns her head. Large green-and-honey coloured doe eyes narrow their focus to Rhodey's lips as she twists hers momentarily to the side. "...Sorry, I didn't...quite catch dat." Apologetically she asks him if he could repeat what he said, and maybe this time if she pays excruciating attention she'll better understand the question and be able to answer him in such a way that won't sound like she's coming off a three week bender at O'Shaughnessy's Pub. Her only saving grace is that he knows her from past acquaintances, having worked with her brother who ~much to her chagrin~ has never been shy about pointing out her flaws in the past. He wasn't exactly cut out for SHIELD, even as a liaison, but then, neither was she from the outside looking in. More than once she'd questioned herself as to what Agent Coulson could ever really have seen in her to recruit her in the first place, but here they are. "But if ya askin' if I t'ink we need more coffee, answer is always gonna be yes."

[jackiequick]

The truth hurts, doesn’t it? | Agents Of SHIELD Fanfic

Summary: Everything good must have been an interesting lie underneath it all, waiting to be uncovered, but the question is how will you take it?

Pairing: Grant Ward x OC, Grant Ward & Amelia Parker (WardParker)

Setting: Captain America The Winter Solider and Agents Of SHIELD season 1

Spoilers for Agents Of SHIELD 1x17–1x20

Warning: Blood, mentions of anxiety, heartbreak, a bit of manipulation, betrayal

Characters mentioned: Nikolai, Marlene, Melissa, Coulson, Fury, May, Skye, Fitzsimmons, Tripp and The Young Avengers

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It felt like madness. The air was thick and colder than they would’ve liked. The team was tired, confused and more or less worried. Trying to figure out what to do next and how to stick together while doing so. There were some agents coming in and out of the bunker, they were even set underneath an lie detector and all passed with flying colors.

The cell service was better than expect, they had food, water, and shelter that’s what matters.

It was a late afternoon when it happened.

Practically night.

Everyone was doing their own thing. Some were trying to rest like Fitz and Jemma, some were on computers doing research such as Skye, and others were training themselves for the bigger fight near the locker area.

Amelia felt on edge, these last few weeks it was like a nervous twitch creeping up on her waiting to snap. She wasn’t thinking straight about anything, as far as they knew Fury is dead. Hell, she wasn’t sure if Nikolai, Marlene, or Melissa were fully aware of the situation in place, even though she sent an critical message to them.

She knew that none of the young avengers or adults one had any clue about what exactly was happening, due to the truth of Coulson’s death was kept from most of them. But HYDRA creeping around wasn’t something truly hidden per say…

Sometimes she felt like it was this shivering headache that reached from the back of her neck toward the front of her forehead. This whole situation bothered her to the inch of her bones, this chilling adventure she didn’t remember signing up for in the first place.

Maybe she needed a nap? Watch a video to relax her mind? Hell, splash some water crossed her face to try and clear her head?

Walking past the supply room, she left oddly enough weary like she was missing something. It was just her anxiety seeping itself, as she thought. An odd feeling recklessly filled the rest of the area, as she scurried into one of the restrooms.

Closing the door behind her, she let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Her joints hurt, twisting themselves into her shoulders as she rested her arms against the bathroom sink. Her vision went blurry for a moment, her back arched froward as she unzipped her jacket to breathe and roll up her sleeves.

She turned on the knobs as she splashed some cold water on her face, wiping her eyes browns and rubbed her eyelids facing the mirror for a quick second. She mumbled a few things to herself, wishing she was back on the bus with her friends like nothing happened, but she knew it couldn’t do a blasted thing about it. She grabbed an towel to dry her face, as she wiped her face out of the corner of her eye she noticed something that set her off.

An automatic sliding painting that was supposed to set to afternoon, was lowing a hushed flickering light. She clenched the towel against her fist stepping forward to notice an dagger, a small knife, stabbed into the edge of the painting. It was waiting to bent over and break, there was a hatch breathe in Amelia’s throat as she removed it from the placing.

The painting slid upwards to display a horrific glint of flickering lights as the slashing words ran across the screen. The sunset frame brushed against the wording in deep gashes.

Amelia blinked, gasping a shaky breath that catches in her throat. She shakes her head at the wording in disbelief, as if she couldn’t do anything but freeze. Her fingernails were pressed so hard against her palm, she would’ve drawn blood.

“N-no..” She mumbled underneath her breath, “..no, no..no!”

Suddenly her voice became so small, her eyes waters and her mouth went dry. The denial sinks in so fast, she stumbled back hesitant to run her fingers across the painting.

“It’s not him..” She muttered softly accidentally dropping the towel on the floor, unable to breathe once again and laced in shock.

Ward Is Hydra.

The words ran by her eyesight in pure shock. She thought it was a trick, some sort of joke being made to use her own wits against the team. Amelia heard people saying that Coulson or May might be Hydra, that even one of their agents might play a game to see who’s loyal or not.

Someone knew about this before her, but they couldn’t. They all passes every single test with—

An loud noise startled Amelia, hands of her hips as she ran her hands above her waistline stumbling out of the room shaking her head taking another glance at the sign. She practically slid down the hallway, tripped over her steps stopped inside one of the supply closets to find Jemma racing out of the room at the same time as she entered.

She narrowed her vision in confusion, sending a odd look to her teammates. They were field agents but also scientists and technicians who weren’t used to this whole thing, so it was understandable if they was uneasy with whatever they saw. But it couldn’t be that bad, right?

Wrong!

The moment she wiped her head inside the room, the sight would’ve had her screaming if it weren’t for her biting her buttons lip and gripping the doorknob. There was a blush of heated dripping liquid slowly hitting the floor from above, as her gaze followed it towards the red drops, her eyes widened.

Blood from a fellow agent, laying dead against the ceiling and high shelves. Their eyes were closed, killed in the late hours of the afternoon in a dark supply closet. Amelia was left in utter tears, silence and shockingly loud noise ringing in her heads. She felt hurt and heavy, wonder where the hell is the rest of the team.

Amelia felt like she might throw up, fumbling with her pocket trying to reach her phone as her other hand cover her mouth. She tried reaching Nikolai and no response, Marlene and no response and even Melissa had no single response. There was a mole in the bunker.

Skye was still upstairs doing research, as Amelia raced upstairs to face her as she whisper yelled, “Skye! What do you know?”

She looked up with a gasping glare, “I’m guessing you know?”

“Yes! And it’s not him..it can’t be him!”

“You don’t know that..Ward has lied to us, Amelia..he’s Hydra.”

“He lied to the team! But I have known that man for 4 years, Skye! 4 years!”

“You think I like this?! I fell for the man, I kissed him..I still think I love him..”

“Oh god..okay, maybe this is just a game right? Ward treats us different, something’s not right..”

“…you still feel like you love him, don’t you?”

“Well the truth hurts, doesn’t it Skye? We just gotta play along.”

“I’m already doing that, I feel hurt Amelia. But I’m gonna follow Ward, see what’s going on in his head and if something happens.”

“Okay, yeah..okay. I’ll try to see who I can contact and prepare for whatever Ward thinks he might pull..”

There was an unspoken sense of urgency in their eyes. Grant Ward is Hydra but that concern and confusion hurt both of their feelings.

Mainly Amelia’s heart.

It felt like the five stages of grief, sadness and anxiety was rushing across her veins. She felt alone, betrayed and abandoned, even though she wasn’t, it felt that way.

———

The next 48 hours was a world wind..

So many things happened, from unexpected agents trying ambushing the bunker and buildings to the news about some of their fellow agents dying protecting the property of SHIELD. No one knew who was right or wronged here, who’s good and who’s bad. Fitz and Simmons were off doing their own thing for Coulson, May have gone with a couple of glares, Tripp rushed off to get extra stuff, and John Garrets got into a fight with Coulson.

Hell, Skye was sharing a few short moments with Ward himself.

Honestly Amelia felt bad for Skye, she knew she felt deeply for Ward since their chemistry climbed upon the time they all spend together on the plane. She also knew Grant felt some very similar feelings for her, as he was teased about it from the team.

She was still trying to contact her friends but nothing came up, tears rising to be released. She felt nauseous, a little numb and bruised. As if she was in the middle of a hot flash.

Currently, she sat nearby couch of a decently small room with her head in her hands, tiredly sighing. The door gently opened as in came the man of the hour, noticing her downing look as he looked at the girl in concern.

He sat down beside her, leaning against one of the chairs and asked, “Sweetheart..are you okay?”

“Hm?” She replied, peeking in between her hands to look at him.

“What happened?”

“You really asking me that?”

He scoffed, “Yeah, I know what’s happening. I wish it wasn’t like this but we can’t do anything about it.”

“It feels like I’m being caught in a horror movie.” She added.

“What? Like Scream? Who’s the killer?”

“One of our agents..we don’t know who’s on our side or not.”

“More like multiple agents, you don’t know who is really involved in SHIELD or HYDRA. You probably think I can’t be trusted, Ames.”

“Ward, honey, I trust you. I do. But the question is, will you actually be telling me the truth or not..”

“I alway try to tell you the truth, even if it hurts.”

At that moment, she removed her hands from her face and turned to face him, “Oh really?”

He straightened his shoulders seeing the look on her face as he sighed, “Amelia, are you seriously asking me that?”

“Grant, you lied to me before about missions to keep me and the team safe. You could be lying to me right now.”

“And you lied to me more than once to keep me in the loop. I’m being honest here. Do you trust me?”

“Do you trust enough to tell me the truth?”

~~~

And there it was again. The line that has been repeatedly said by one another the moment they trained, to the times the group was on the road for missions. Even in moments of daring action, where it might result in something serious or stupid.

The glances, the nods, the smiles or smirks, the pointing and the questions..

Do you trust me?

It hurts how much those words carried so much, such as a heavyweight question to them.

~~~

They both sat there in silence. The silence was so loud, it was painful to even notice the smell of their perfume and cologne that filled the room. Ward could see the oddly wave of emotions that washed over her face, it honestly felt like he was ripping her heart out of her chest.

He hated seeing her upset, it’s why Grant practically took a beating from his boss, Garret, when the man told him how soft he gets around the people he cared for. And he won’t admit it but it’s true. Deep down he cared about Amelia, Daisy, Fitz and Jemma. He respected Coulson and May. Especially with how much time he spent with the team was placed into.

“Do you trust us? Did you even love me?” Said a small broken voice that belonged to Amelia, looking down at her hands, her fingers were laced with cuts and small gashes.

“Oh my god, Ames..” He replied, standing up as he went to sit down next to her grabbing her hand gently, “..of course, I trust you. You know I love you, I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you if it meant you would feel like this.”

“I’ve known you for 4 years Grant. 4 years, I have stood by your side fighting on the ground and the skies to make sure everyone was safe, to come home safe and sound. As a team and now..”

“4 years and I don’t regret anything, none of our time together. I can explain whatever it is that is crossing your mind.”

~~

She knows. He knows.

~~

Amelia wiped her head over to see him and asked, “Can you?! Can you look me in the eye and tell me you are on the same team?”

“You weren’t meant to get hurt! You and I were always on the same team, don’t you dare think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you!” Grant replied yelling, hesitant to let her hand go.

“I swear, you weren’t even on the same team to beginning with! You were loyal to HYDRA.”

“No. I wasn’t ever loyal to HYDRA, if anything I would say I’m loyal to Garret.”

“You killed people.”

“And you haven’t?”

“I..”

“The last few days you have shot down unexpected agents, not knowing if they were on your side or not. You and I are just trying to protect ourselves here! That’s all what we’re trying to do.”

“Were you ever gonna tell me?”

“Of course I was. Garret wanted you dead! I couldn’t let that happen! I’m trying to protect you here, I was just trying to protect all of us.”

“By keeping this secret from me? I know you are never one to talk about how you feel, but this..this should’ve been something you should’ve told me..”

“And have you act like this towards me? I told you years ago, I’m not a good man, Ames..and yet you stood by me. You and Skye decided to stay beside me no matter how bad it got.”

“And I said ‘yes you are.’ But right now, i just can’t imagine what I should and shouldn’t believe here. Was I pawned in your little lie, huh? Was I?”

At some point both of them were standing up, pacing the room grunting and groaning in annoyance. The room felt like it was heating up due to the argument that forming between them.

Tears were forever forming in her eyesight, running her fingers across her hair as her eyebrows furrowed as her glares softened. She was hurt, she more than hurt and her emotions were breaking in front of her. Tears that being hold back for more than 48 hours finally were getting to see the light of day.

He sighed deeply, wishing he didn’t see those tears, knowing that he will have to deal with Skye later on but this, he looked away from. His hands rested on his hips shaking his head, his anger was rising and his annoyance was taking form. This wasn’t the plan, she wasn’t supposed to get hurt. It wasn’t supposed to be personal for any of them.

“No. You weren’t ever part of the plan nor a pawn, Ames. Believe me, I didn’t expect you to come into my life and change things up!” Grant admitted closing his eyes shut, “It’s over. It’s done, i can’t do anything about it. For once in my life I wanted something that was for me, not Garret giving me orders here! And you came in, yes I lied to you but it wasn’t personal..I swear it wasn’t!”

“Oh, but i think it was! Please, Grant I’m begging you..you’re living a double life here! Getting so close, yet so far to people. I didn’t expect for you to come into my life but you did!” She admitted, “..you were..you lied to me. You lied to me. Don’t hurt Skye, more you than probably are already.”

“I won’t regret getting here and I won’t think about hurting Skye. But Ames, someday you will understand what i have gone through to keep you safe because I love you..”

“So why does it hurt so bad? What are you gonna do next? Lock me up in here? Because your definition of keeping me safe from it all sounds like a hell lot of lies..why?”

“Everything i ever felt for you was real, don’t you get it?! But I won’t betray Garret..”

“..because me and the team woke up a weakness inside of you. I..i don’t know what to think, or believe right now, alright?! I..i..”

Amelia felt weak, not like an agent of shield or anything. Just hurt, broken, betrayed as she crumbled underneath her feet about to walk away.

That was when Ward gently swiftly her back in effort to calm her down as she tried fighting back.

She tried pulling away, hitting him in the chest as hard as she could, causing him to stumble back regaining his stance. Grant just held her in his arms, grabbing her wrist as she repeatedly kept hitting his chest.

“Stop! Stop it, Ames!” Ward said, practically growled at her, “You’re embarrassing yourself here. I won’t kill you or our team, i promise!”

“You promise?” She said, mumbling and stopped hitting his chest, resting her forehead against his chest instead.

“I promise. You can tell them or shout it from the rooftops, but HYDRA is already here.”

“I failed..you failed me, Grant. HYDRA is here..oh god, there’s nothing else to say.”

“I know, baby. I know..”

She just cried into his arms, banging her fist softly again his best. He wrapped kept his embrace tightly, closing his eyes and kissed her forehead before walking away.

“W-where you going?” She asked.

“It’s for your own good, Ames.” He replied.

Without a second later, Grant speeded away out the door, locking the door behind him as you can hear Amelia screams and shouted trying to unlock it. He squeezed his eyes shut and made his out of the hallway.

Amelia grunted realized what he was about to do and scrambled to search for her phone, quickly she texted Skye a message.

‘He’s coming to you.’ She messaged

She responded, ‘On it. You okay?’

‘Will be..’

‘Okay.’

———

Amelia Parker was on the verge of tears once again, anger filling up her mind and conflicted onto what was happening next.

Her next move was informing Coulson, Hill and whoever else was online about what she knows from her research. At the same time, she tried finding a way out, possibly crawling across the vent.

“T-this is agent..Amelia Parker..we found one of the moles, Hydra is dead set of seeking into whatever corner they can. Garret is one of leaders, i don’t know who’s his boss but we need extra weapons, load up the power grids at every SHIELD Facility we can. You should know that Project Insight is part of it. Keep a-any updates coming from any scanners and detectors available. And most importantly, watch your six, you..you don’t know who is your friend or foe..” She said into her voicemail, messaging anyone on her contact list.

She knew that her voice message may have come out choppy or a bit rushed per say due to the sound of her voice, but it was all she can mange at the moment. It sounds like she was exhausted and most likely finished crying before starting that message.

She was practically locked in a bunker in what feels like the middle of nowhere, with not the best service but it manageable if you knew how to handle some technical problems. She just found out that the organization, she has been working for has a lot of issues and the people she thought she knew had more secrets than she ever expected…

Of course she was a mess!

Her only hopes were that she can get out here soon, and her message was sent out to her friends and fellow actual agents. Oh heavens, did she hope her friends and loved ones were safe..

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[stealingpotatoes]

vader's an awkward subject in the normal tl4j au, but it is SO much more awkward in the original trilogy au <3

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[agentmanatee]

YOU MADE HUNTER AN AMERICAN CURL!!!!! I'm so pleased with this I could kick the air! Bobbi, Mack, and Fitz totally tease him for being "American."

Here are all my babies! I love drawing cats, and I will take any excuse to. Also, I put way too much thought into these.

I already posted FitzSimmons, but I wanted them all together.

[midnottart]

Which agents of shield loki fic did you read? Is it still online? Also your art is very good I love the way you draw loki and thor. You are able to put so much of them and their personality into the way you draw them -w-

Hi @notsohumananymore ! Thank you very much! 🥺 I'm glad I honour their characters this way 💚

I've read "Agent Loki" by Dee which is unfortunately not online anymore. I saw links under the post where I mentioned the fanfic, maybe there's a copy online. And to be honest I don't really remember what the fic was about 😅 just that it was written well and the concept inspired me ✨

And I sure enjoy drawing brooding Loki with long hair and comfy clothes. Here he is, in his S.H.I.E.L.D. holding cell, remembering his final day in Asgard when it was destroyed by Thanos.

I'm working on the whole background story, there are parts already or soon on my Patreon. 🤗

[rainintheevening]

OG Bus Team and Cooking Skills:

Coulson is quite good in a kitchen. He knows a few things, always uses good quality stuff like olive oil or butter or real mayo. But he doesn’t usually have time for anything fancy, so it's often sandwiches or pasta salad. He does do a mean roast chicken. Does a fantastic grilled cheese. He also has a weakness for burgers.

Grant is a grill guy. Turns out perfect burgers. Keeps the chicken juicy. Has a secret sauce recipe (from his southern grandma). Otherwise never fancy. The only thing he can really bake is chocolate chip oatmeal cookies. Makes really good hot chocolate. Also a credible bartender, mixes a mean martini.

May is a good baker. Decent cook, has a lot of good Chinese recipes her mother taught her. But she likes the precision of baking, and the patience of waiting for it to finish in the oven. She likes the repetative motions of kneading bread. She's especially good with cakes, and will covertly try recipes from The Great British Bake Off, until she's got them down. Has the highest spice tolerance on the team.

Jemma? Can't cook. I mean, enough to live on, but not enough to really enjoy. She makes really good sandwiches though! And she's good with inventing sauces and dressings; she enjoyes the chemistry of it. She helped May perfect her carmel-cinnamon drizzle for her apple cake.

Fitz also cannot cook; he's even worse than Jemma. Constantly lets things boil over or burn. Gets taken off the cooking roster after two tries. The best taste-tester though. Can pick up on all kinds of subtle flavours. While at the same time being able to eat cold burnt toast without noticing??

Skye wants to cook, but never got beyond KD on her own. She's shy about trying, but Jemma shows her a few things, and then Grant quickly takes her under his wing. She makes fantastic Mexican food, and her spice tolerance is second only to May's, surprising everyone. Also eventually concocts a veggie cream soup that everyone loves when they're under the weather.