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Donât sink too deep
character: Leopold Fitz agents of shield
Genre: angst
Warnings: water/drowning, brain damage, use of Y/NÂ
Author note: might make this a series, so this would be part 1.
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Ward trapped you, Simmons, and Fitz in the box. The three of you sunk down into the sea.Â
You watched as they tried to figure out a way for us to escape. You werenât a scientist. Youâre good at fighting and hacking.Â
Fitz and Simmons figured out how to get out of the box, but there was one problem. They could only make two oxygen sources. Fitz and Simmons were arguing on who should take the sources.Â
âYou two can take the sources.â Fitz said firmly and handed you one of the sources.
Jemma shakes her head, âno Fitz I will not take it.â Tries to hand him one
They argue back and forth.
âShut up!â You yelled and they stopped talking, â I canât swim. I shouldnât have a source. Itâd be a waste. I canât hold my breath long enough to get out of here.â Hands Fitz the source. They both try to argue with you but you move to the door. âTake it now. Iâm opening the door!â You hang close to the door switch.Â
They use the oxygen and both grab onto one of your arms and swim up.
*timeskip*
âShe has damage to her temporal lobeâ you heard someone say. You could also feel someoneâs hand on top of yours. The room was quiet, but not peaceful. It was the type of quiet that sends you into flight or fight, but with your current position you could do neither. Your body was still very weak so you couldnât open your eyes yet. You could hear the faint sounds of people talking quietly in a separate room.âDonât worry Y/N youâll be fine.â It was Fitz, he sounded as though he was talking more to himself. You could hear his foot nervously tapping on the floor.Â
You had been stuck in this room for weeks. Simmons and other people would come in and check on you every so often. Though the one person that checked on you daily was Leo Fitz. When you had more energy you could open your eyes and sit up. Fitz was so excited to see you.
âY/N! Youâre looking so much better!â He quickly walked up to and in the chair next to your bed. He went to reach for your hand but then stopped and fidgeted. âMay I? Hold your hand?â He asked. You nod.
âOf course, you- you can.â The words stumble awkwardly out of your mouth. Simmons did tell you might have trouble speaking from now on. It was weird to hear your voice like this. Especially since you havenât talked since the incident. He held your hand. You tried to stop your hand from shaking but it wouldnât stop.Â
Fitz didnât realize how much he cared about you until he saw you like this. He wanted to protect you. Though he feels like he already messed that up. If only you took the oxygen.
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Wonder| Leo Fitz x reader chapter 2
A/N: Heyy! finally the first chapter! let me know what you think <3
The ride to the S.H.I.E.L.D airbase was long and exhausting but for Y/n it was nothing but nerve-wracking. The last time she had a mission with S.H.I.E.L.D. it went horribly wrong, so she really hoped a repeat of last time would never happen again.
When she stepped out of the car she was immediately met with one of the biggest planes she's ever seen. Flying in smaller planes all her life probably changed her views on the plane even more now that she was in front of the big aircraft. After a few more moments of looking up, she saw another car approaching that stopped right beside hers. A tall man with raven black hair and a black suit walked out and she immediately recognized him as Agent Grant Ward. Coulson sent some background information that could be necessary about all the agents that would be on this team to the detective so she at least knew who she was working with.
"You must be Agent Ward," Y/n said as she approached the tall man.
Ward looked over at her and gave her what she thinks was a smile but she didn't quite catch it. It even looked like it annoyed him a little. "That's right, and you must be Y/n L/n? "
"That's me."
After the brief introduction, they both headed towards the plane that would become their home for the next few months.
As soon as she entered the plane voices of two arguing agents were heard. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, watch it! That's the Night-Night Gun." The curly headed man said, a Scottish accent filling Y/nâs ears.
The two new equated teammates looked at the pair of scientists that had been unloading when they arrived. Y/n observed the two for a bit, already knowing these were the two top-scientists of S.H.I.E.L.D in the past few years, agent Fitz and Simmons. Y/n may not have been an official agent but she knew enough from her past visits and cases.
Y/n crossed her arms in amusement and watched the pair, silently observing them before making herself known. To her surprise, Ward seemed to be doing the same thing.
"Well, it's on my stuff, and it doesn't work, and there's no way we're calling it the night-night gun." The brunette scientist replied, who Y/n knew to be Jemma Simmons.
The curly headed man, Leopold Fitz scoffed at her reply, not taking her comment lightly. "The bullets work. Nonlethal, heavy stopping power, Break up under the subcutaneous tissueâ"
"Oh, with a dose of only .1 micro liters of dendrotoxin. I'm not Hermione, I can't create instant paralysis with that." Y/n laughed at her comment a little bit, the nerd in her coming up. Simmons grabbed a few bags and walked into the lab on the plane. "You should have run the specs by me before building the molds."
"The bullets are hollow! It's a marvel I can keep them from breaking apart in the chamber!" Fitz was getting agitated with his friend now, although Y/n wasn't sure if they were based on the bickering she was witnessing.
The pair seemed to not have noticed the two other people present with them in the cargo-hold. They kept up their bickering until Y/n saw Ward walk up to the two in the corner of her eyes, annoyance clear on his face. Right in front of the lab entrance, Ward dropped his large duffel bag on the ground- loud enough for Fitz-Simmons to hear them. The bag landed with a loud thud, and the two heads turned to him, the pair then quickly noticing Y/n behind him with a smirk on her face. Simmons seemed to be surprised while Fitz just carried an embarrassed look.
"Fitz-Simmons?" Ward questioned the two, the annoyance in his voice was just as present as in his facial expressions.
Y/n came to stand next to Ward again and pointed at the Scottish man in front of her, "That there is Doctor Fitz," Fitz gave the two a lopsided smile, putting up one hand to send them a small wave. Y/n smiled at him and then turned to the woman opposite him and then pointed at her, making sure Ward saw. "And this is Doctor Simmons."
"Hi, yea uhm." Fitz trailed off, his confidence dissipated a little when he looked from Y/n to Ward, the look he had was not welcoming. "I'm engineering and Simmons is Bio-chem."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/n L/n, you can just call me Y/n though. Did Agent Coulson tell you I'd be joining you?" the woman walked into the lab, shaking the hands of the two scientists, hoping to make a good impression.
"Oh yes! Fitz and I have been reading a lot about your cases, it's an honour, truly." Simmons shook her hand cheerfully. "And call me Jemma!"
"Thank you so much Jemma, I've read a lot about the two of you when Coulson send me it. You guys are incredible. Although I think I'm the only one who did the reading." Y/n cheekily looked up at Ward who was silently judging the pair.
"Coulson said I'd need my comm receiver encoded." Ward handed Fitz the receiver which he grabbed swiftly. "Don't know if you've worked with that model before. It's.." Ward was interrupted when a loud noise filled the room. Both Jemma and Y/n looked at where the noise came from and met Fitz's gaze who had apparently just smashed Ward's receiver. "Brand new.." The agent trailed off and Y/nâs eyes widened, finding the situation kind of hilarious.
"Right, I need to find Coulson. It was good to meet you all." Y/n walked out of the lab, catching Fitz's look who gave her a small smile. Jemma had already ran off to do some scientific stuff, much to Ward's dismay. She still heard the three bicker a little bit when she walked up the stairs of the Bus.
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After a brief introduction with agent Coulson, who had explained her role on the team- that being the private detective for their missions- she received her bunk on the Bus. It was a little small but it was really cozy which she enjoyed a lot. The brunette had found a place for the handful of books she brought along, making the place feel a little more like home after. Now all she needed were some pictures and it'd be perfect, but being the chaotic woman she was, she forgot them.
Coulson had gathered the new-found team to a briefing after they all had the time to settle in. He explained that there had been a sighting of a new enhanced person, right in the middle of the streets in Los Angeles. The hacker group- The Rising Tide- had shown up again after this ordeal and Coulson's plan was to use them to get to him. The plan itself was simple but they had to get one of them on board to interrogate, and Y/n had to admit she was a bit skeptical but since she was just a consultant she had no place to speak. While Coulson and Ward would get the Rising Tide lead they found the rest of the team would inspect the site of the incident, the part where Y/n came in.
Agent Melinda May was behind the wheel, driving the four to the broken apartment building in LA. Jemma had been sitting next to the Asian female, chatting away while May did her best ignoring her. Y/n smiled at the interaction between the two, finding the contrast quite funny. Fitz caught her look and smiled a bit, nudging her. The detective looked at the man beside her and smiled.
"So, I know we only met for a moment today, but I just wanted to say I'm glad Coulson got you on the team."
"Thank you, Fitz. I appreciate it." Her smile got a bit wider when he had complimented her, not many people showed appreciation to her besides her work so she appreciated it a lot.
"Have you ever worked with Shield before?" Fitz asked, hoping to continue the conversation before they arrived.
Y/nâs smile dropped for a moment and she avoided the mans eyes next to her, fumbling with a lose thread on her shirt for a bit.
"Yeah, once or twice." She said and finally looked back into his eyes. When she saw him already looking at her with a soft smile she couldn't help but smile back. "Coulson and I worked together before so since he was in charge of this team he asked for me."
"That is so cool. Going in the field and all." Y/n noticed how his left leg had started moving up and down out of nervousness. "I mean, the field is not always dangerous of course.." He trailed off as he finished his sentence.
Y/n put a hand on his leg, stopping it from bouncing up and down. Fitz looked at her in shock because of the sudden touch which caused her to let out a small giggle.
"Calm down, Fitz. Agent May is there with us, we'll be fine-." May's eyes looked directly at the woman in the rear view mirror after she had mentioned the agent. The look in her eyes caused her heart to sank. She forgot that Fitz-Simmons didn't know about her situation and quickly shut up.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh look! We're here!" Jemma exclaimed.
May drove straight into the street where the accident had happened. Y/n was secretly glad they had arrived before she had to talk about what she almost spilled. And if she had to tell them how she knew- that would be even a longer story to tell. And she wasnât ready for that.
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Family Problems
Summary: When the reader has problems with her sister, Fitz is there to lend a shoulder to lean on.
Pairings: Leo Fitz x reader
Warnings: turbulent relationship with a sibling, Fitz being a caring boyfriend
Word Count: 823 words
âNo! Sis! Thatâs not what I was saying!â
As Fitz walks down the hall, he hears his girlfriend's voice, (y/n), coming out of a storage room. Opening the door, her back is facing him, and her hand is holding her phone up to her ear.
With a sigh, (y/n) continues to talk to the other person on the phone, ignoring Fitz's presence. âSis, if you would listen to me for a second. I could explain what I me-.â (y/n) pulls the phone from her ear to look at it. âShe hung up on me. I canât believe she hung up on me!â
Turning around to leave, she faces her boyfriend looking at her with a curious look on his face.
âWhatâs wrong?" Fitz asks.
âMy sister.â (y/n) groans. âSheâs blowing everything way out of proportion!â
Fitz sighs as he walks toward his girlfriend and brings her into a hug. Hearing her soft cries, he holds her closer while bringing a hand to her head and slowly running it through her hair.
âYou told her how you felt?â He asks. Recalling their conversation a few hours before.
âYeah.â (y/n) sniffles with her on Fitzâs chest. âI told her she hurt my feelings not asking me before she got rid of the cookies. We made them together, and we had so many left over that I assumed she would contact me before she got rid of them.â
âIs this really about the cookies?â Fitz asks, knowing she wouldnât complain about something as trivial as cookies.
âNo,â (y/n) sighs. âFor as long as I can remember, she only looks out for herself. When she became part of the popular group in high school, she completely shut me out. Sheâs never really apologized for anything she did wrong and usually puts the blame on me.â
âThat doesnât sound like the healthiest relationship, love.â
âI know, but Iâve never really told her how I felt. You know I hate confrontation, and after all these years of her not considering my feelings, I finally told her that she hurt me. And when I did, she told me she didnât like the words I used and that it hurt her feelings,â
(y/n) pulls away from Fitz to start pacing in front of him.
âShe said she didnât like that I used the word âdisappointedâ! Can you believe that! The word âdisappointedâ hurt her because it made her feel that I was saying I was disappointed in her. When I clearly said I was feeling disappointed in the situation. I used the word to convey my feelings to her, and when I did, she turned it on her! Like Iâm not allowed to feel hurt, and if I do, I wonât get an apology because something that happened was probably my fault!â
Fitz steps in front of his girlfriend to stop her pacing.
â(y/n). You need to realize all of this is on her. None of this is your fault. You love her?â
âYes, of course. Sheâs my sister.â
âThen love her, and maybe one day sheâll realize the harm sheâs done and apologize. Until then, show her how to be a good sister.â
Fitz brings her in for a hug and kisses the side of her head as she wraps her arms around his waist.
âHow did I get such an amazing man like you to be my boyfriend?â
âAll you do is be the wonderful, caring, and selfless person you are.â (y/n) sighs as she lets her thoughts take over again.
âWhat if she never realizes and never apologizes? What if she just continues to act like this for the rest of her life?â
Fitz puts his hands on her shoulders and looks her in the eye.
âThen that is on her. You have a lot of people here who love you, and when you talk to her, know that you have to take everything she says with a grain of salt.â
He moves his hands from her shoulders to her cheeks.
âSheâs your family. I get that. But know that everything isnât on you. You donât have to make everyone happy all the time. You are allowed to have feelings too.â
(y/n) nods as she leans forward to wrap herself around Fitz.
âIf you need to remember anything, remember that I love you, and I am on your side.â
âThanks, Fitz.â Her voice is slightly muffled as her face is buried in Fitzâs chest.
A slight smile appears on Fitzâs face as he kisses her temple.
âDinnerâs ready. Thatâs why I came to get you. You want to eat with the team, or we can go to the roof and eat by ourselves, or option three, the one I least advise, go to your room and eat by yourself?â
âThe team.â (y/n) mumbles. âBut I donât want to leave your side.â
Fitz pulls away and puts his arm around her as he leads her to the door. âDeal.â
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ISABELLE SHARP EDITS
the albatross by okay_ig on wattpad
(isabelle sharp x leopold fitz)
peter
the albatross
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Pairing: Leo Fitz x reader
Halloween Event
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You slowly looked around the corner, your gun cocked up high until you heard footsteps from down the corridor and moved back to your previous stance.
"You know, Y/N, when I said I wanted to go out for Halloween, this isn't what I meant. I thought you wanted to go for a meal or something, not on a bloody mission!" Leo was crouched beside you, gun at his side. "Is this not scary for you, Y/N? I mean, searching an abandoned building, late at night, on Halloween? That all screams hell no to me!"
You turned your head to him and flash a smile. "Leo, honey, it's Halloween. Everyone's entitled to one good scare." He stood up and stood beside you, gun at the ready. "If other people wanted to be scared, they'd watch a horror movie or go to a haunted house. You, on the other hand, go on a secret mission with no intel in the middle of nowhere in an abandoned building!"
"I'm not other people, I prefer to be thrilled in real life rather than from behind a screen." The footsteps had gotten closer at this point. You flew out from the corner and fired continuously, shot after shot hitting the enemy. Leo covered your back and shot at any straggling agents.
"See? Much better than a movie." "Yeah, for you maybe."
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Ahhhhh Iâm so sorry I fucked this up đ I accidentally posted the draft then panicked and deleted it and thus deleted the official ask. Itâs ok tho bcc I took a screenshot of it so weâre good
Ask: (aos anon again hi:)) i know you usually do romantic or parent/son relationships but imagine reader and fitz are brothers and fitz finally gets to see him again while taking a break from working at shield⌠reader helps convince him to confess to gemma (fitzsimmons is real and it Can hurt you) also just them being silly little brothers because fitz deserves a break
Hadhsjsfjsjdk ahhh I love this
**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from Marvel or Disney or Agents of SHIELD**
Pairing: older brother!Leo Fitz x younger brother!reader
Genre: family shit letâs goooo
Summary: look at req
Tw: implied bad childhood
Homecoming
It had been a long time since LeoâFitzâhad come home. You still werenât used to calling him by your last name. You found yourself excited to see him again after what seemed to be decades of not seeing each other and minimal contact. You knew his job kept him busy but sometimes it felt like he was purposely ignoring your family.
The doorbell rang and it pulled you from your racing thoughts.
âIâll get it!â You yelled to your parents from upstairs practically tripping on the stairs to get to the door.
You took a deep breath and pulled open the door. You grinned at your older brother.
âFi..tz.â Your enthusiasm turned to surprise.
He looked so different than he did the last time you saw him.
He looked stronger. There was more muscle on his arms and he now wore a leather jacket instead of his usual sweaters. Not to mention he had a whole beard now.
âWoahâŚâ You gaped and blinked several times.
Fitzâs eyes brightened at seeing his younger brother.
âHey, Quizno!â Hey laughed some.
You just kept staring at him in surprise.
âYou lookâŚdifferent.â You hesitated.
For a second he looked startled then his brow hardened.
âWell I could say the same for you, youâve got twice as much acne as when I last saw you.â Yup there it is.
You sputtered a laugh suddenly, wheezing and hunching over. He opened his arms and hugged you and you hugged back; a rare tender moment between the two of you.
âSo am I gunna get to go inside or am I being forced to stand here in the cold?â Fitz asked.
âWell I was thinking at least 20 more minutes out here before I let you in.â You playfully shoved him off but stepped out of the doorway to let him in.
He took one step in and sighed.
âSomething wrong?â You looked to your older brother.
âNo no itâs justâŚstrange to be here again. Been so long since Iâve been hereâŚ.â He trailed off.
You nodded.
âSo whatâs that sick ass job about? I heard it was for some American agency.â You nudged him with your elbow, trying to get him out of his own head.
âYa know, Iâm not supposed to talk about it. And itâs not American.â He stated with a high lilt in his voice.
You rolled your eyes.
âIs your boss American?â
âWell, yes, butââ
âSo then yeah itâs American.â You used your flawed logic just to mess with him.
âWhat? That doesnât even make senseâ!â Fitz continued to argue how just because his boss was American did not mean that the agency he worked for was.
You just smiled to yourself, knowing you distracted him from the not so good memories of this house.
âOh look at that! Mum says itâs time to eat!â You interrupted your older brother suddenly.
Fitz hesitated then straightened himself, bracing to see his parents again. You noticed his anxiety.
âHey, itâll be fine. Youâve got a good job and aâŚmajor glowup.â You nudged his side with your body to which he shoved you back to the other side, grinning again.
âReady for the mine field that is a family dinner?â You smiled light heartedly at him.
He sighed, nodding and brushing a hand through his hair.
âReady as Iâll ever be.â
âââââââââââââââââ
After dinner went smoother than expected you and Fitz migrated up to your room. You were hanging upside down from your bed, arms wresting on your stomach while your older brother was laying on the ground, throwing a ball into the air and catching it.
Heâd asked you about any school crushes to which youâd blushed and told him about someone you were interested in but werenât sure if you wanted to be friends or lovers.
âSo what about you? You got a special someone back at your fancy job?â You questioned.
That seemed to take your brother by surprise and the ball fell on his face. You immediately burst into laughter while he rubbed his nose and shot you a playful glare.
âYouâre a little wanker you know that?â His nose was turning red.
âSo? You never answered the question.â You persisted.
He groaned dramatically.
âYes, ok? There is someone Iâm interested in.â He admitted.
You perked up immediately.
âWho? Are they smart? Are they attractive?â You questioned in rapid-fire.
Fitz let out another dramatic groan, cheeks turning red.
âHer name is JemmaâŚâ He let out.
âAnd?â You pressed.
âAnd sheâs smart and kind and beautiful and way out of my league.â He sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
âOh I wouldnât say that, câmon you work with her right? That must mean you spend a lot of time together. Has she ever friend-zoned you?â You questioned.
âNo butâŚI justâ-itâs hard, ok?â He sounded exasperated and frustrated. Not with you but with himself.
You quirked an eyebrow.
âWell you should shoot your shot.â You stated matter-of-factly. âYou never know what may happen, especially in your super-duper classified line of work.â You shrugged. âI say you do it.â
Your brother stared at the ceiling, thinking. He knew you were right. His work was dangerous; Jemmaâs was too. He couldnât keep hiding from his feelings.
âYeahâŚyeah ok. Youâre rightâŚâ Fitz said quietly.
âDamn right I am.â You grinned at him. âTell me how it goes next time you visit.â Your grin melted to a smirk.
Your brother just rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at your face.
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Natasha Angst pls !!!
Title: Hail Hydra
Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanov/Romanoff
Word Count: 6062
Warnings: Mentions of torture, mentions of mind control, gunshot wound, visions of drowning, general angst, and horrible spelling because I never proofread, angst with an eventual happy ending. Sort of.
Summary: Reader is sent into the Framework, an alternate world where her biggest regret is remedied. What happens when she realizes that this might be a better reality?
[A/n: Do you need to know anything about Agent of Shield to read? No, but you're depriving yourself of the brillance that is the Framework arch if you don't. Seriously some of the best acting in the Marvel Tv universe.]
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The bedroom had a coolness to it that was interrupted by the slats of white light streaming through the window. Youâd kicked the heavy duvet from your feet to compensate for the rise in temperature, but still found yourself sweating through your shirt.
The apartment that you rented in Lower Manhattan faced away from the sun. You relied on your natural clock and the blaring alarm to rouse you from sleep- never the sun. You breathed in the floral scent of laundry detergent, hugging the cool side of the pillow close. Youâd never felt more content, and squeezed your eyes shut until you saw stars, willing sleep to envelope you once more.
It was when the bed shifted next to you, and the weight of an arm around your midsection tightened, did you finally open your eyes. The ceiling was a light gray color, a fan whirring with a dull hum in its center. A cold nose that certainly didnât belong to your dog pressed behind your ear.
As far as you were concerned, you had fallen asleep alone last night. Not only that, but you had succumbed to the day's exhaustions in your own home. Not the SHIELD base. Your heart pounded in your chest, fingers gripping listlessly at the thousand count sheets that were too soft to be your own.
A raspy groan rumbled against your skin, formed into tired words. âYouâre awake.â
Your body tensed even further, if possible, eyes darting frantically to the woman next to you. Natasha Romanoff. The Black Widow. SHIELDâs ultimate weapon and your on and off fling for the past seven years. Sheâd never stayed the night past hot tangles of limbs and bitten exclamations of ecstasy. Even that had stopped two years ago- your relationship, or lack thereof, turned strictly professional.
You, a high ranking SHIELD agent, and her an Avenger that did more press than missions at this point. Your paths barely crossed and when they did, she would offer you a huff of indignance, but never a smile. Sheâd made you question your abilities in bed. But, it was nearly impossible to be a good lay for something like Natasha. Someone so sensual and carnal.
Her fingers dug into your ribs painlessly, heat overwhelming on your bare skin where her touch had traveled. There was a coolness of a wedding band there, and your thumb swiped against your own ring finger, meeting the edge of gold. Your breath caught entirely, and this caused the trained spy to pull her head from the crook of your neck and level you with a sleepy, adorable, pout of concern.
âWhatâs wrong?â She asked, prying her hand from your midsection and pressing the back of her fingers to your head. She was taking your temperature. âAre you feeling alright?â
You blinked at her ripe green eyes. You had to say something but Natasha was not known for her displays of affection, nor had she ever asked if you were okay, outside of the realm of your usual consents and safewords. Of course- sheâd never stayed the night either.
âIâm fine,â Her eyes narrowed at you and she shifted on her elbow, pulling the blanket up to her chest. You struggled to soothe her with something more genuine. âI might be coming down with a cold.â
âMm, your throat sounds a little scratchy.â
She kissed your temple and you fought back another wave of stiffness that threatened to overtake you. This was all so strange. This room was not your own, and it had too many personal effects to be Natashaâs. There was a wedding band on your finger, and as your eyes moved across the dresser, there were multiple photos of the two of you together. Then- there were three.
âYou can take today, Iâm sure Leo wonât mind. Heâd rather you better than forcing yourself to go into work.â
Leo. He never used his first name at the office. He was Agent Fitz, he was Fitzsimmons, he was a loveable and brilliant man who divulged his hatred for his namesake over half a pack of Miller Lights.
âNo, no. Iâll be alright, really.â
She shot you another skeptical look but didnât push the matter further as she rose from the warmth of the bed and started towards the bathroom. You watched her toned figure as she made her way to the sink and flicked on the water.
You sat up, head swimming. Your body ached as if you actually did have a cold. But you forced yourself to the dresser, picked up a photo that was propped up next to a glass dish filled with silver rings and jewelry.
A nice family photo of both you and Natasha, and a young teenager that had the Black Widowâs eyes and the slope of your nose. Your heart seized and then warmed. The two of you had a daughter? God- you really must have hit your head to cause this level of delusion.
âI know you miss her,â Natasha sighed out. She leaned against the doorframe, toothpaste frothing at the corners of her mouth. You breathed in the sharpness of the mint that accompanied her, running your thumb over the textured frame. âBut, Iâm sure sheâs having an amazing time at the Barton farm. We can video chat tonight.â
You felt the corner of your lip pull up in affection for this stranger. âIâd like that.â
Natashaâs eyes crinkled into a smile that made your world tint. Youâd seen her experience bliss before, but this was something different. This was something you wanted to pull out of her any chance you got. The light in her eyes was unmatched.
She slapped your ass hard enough to pull you out of your own head. âWell then, Malyshka, if youâre that intent on going to work today then you better get a move on.â
apprehensively, you did as you were told and started to rifle through the drawers until you found an acceptable pair of pants and a shirt. You were thankful that Natasha had retreated back into the bathroom so she couldnât see your confused attempts at figuring out what drawer was what.
When she did emerge, she was in a silk black button down and a pair of pants that hugged her curves perfectly. Bouts of red hair fell over her shoulders and a standard issue gun was attached at her hip. Your mouth went dry as she closed the distance between you both and ran her fingers under your own collar, smoothing it down.
âSomethingâs missing,â Natasha purred, your stare snapping up to hers in a silent, and despite plea for mercy. She was a dangerous creature, one that could snap your neck in a moment if you gave her cause.
Kid be damned. Happy married life be damned.
âThat so?â
âYou almost forgot your badge. Iâm not turning around on the freeway again, baby.â
A nervous chuckle escaped you, one saturated in relief. Natasha held up the simple identification and the noise died in your throat. Agent Y/L/N. Level Seven. Hydra. The gangly tentacles stretched its suction cups towards the edges of the plastic, hollow skeletal eyes stared back at you as you struggled to school your expression. Natashaâs eyebrow lifted.
âIâve just realized, that is a horrible photo of me.â
She scoffed, shoulders pitching low âEveryone knows you can get a better picture at the DMV. I donât hold it against you. But I will if weâre late.â
Kateâs hands were bound behind her back. She looked stiff, uncomfortable in the lone metal chair that was in the center of the interrogation room. Her hair was springing in different directions from her ponytail, shoulders rolling back ever so often to quell the pounding in her spine.
Her eyes found yours through the two-way glass, almost as if she sought out your presence. That gray and stormy stare bore into you. It took everything in you not to look away, to cower in the face of her pain and suffering.
Natasha frowned at the file open in her hands. âHow can such a brilliant girl with a family like the Bishops sympathize with the likes of SHIELD? With a mother like Eleanor, youâd figure something good would translate.â
Good. The establishment you had wandered into like a ghost without chains made your stomach clench in fear. There was nothing good about this place. The scent of blood and the lack of light in every stare was telling enough. None of it seemed to bother Natasha, so you threw your chin up and made sure it didnât bother you too.
âSheâs not talking.â Yelena took a long, slow sip of her coffee. The hazelnut scent coated your lungs. She leaned against the wall, staring at the woman as if sheâd never set eyes on her in her life. âAre you feeling up for some fun?â
You glanced at Natasha, and it was clear that she wanted an answer from you as well. There was a reason you were Level Seven- you figured. People didnât make eye contact with you as you
walked through the white halls. They turned the other way and scrambled from the elevator the second you appeared. How naive of you to think that the Black Widow herself was the only catalyst.
âHow much fun?â You sounded out.
âAs much as you want. Just keep her tongue in her mouth and keep her alive. Leo wants to speak with her, and she canât very well provide answers if sheâs choking on her own blood.â
You made a small noise at the back of your throat and ran your finger over the cool metal pin that was tacked to the lapel of your shirt. Another thing that Natasha swore you forgot. The same logo on your badge that had granted you entry to the Hydra Headquarters was embossed into the golden broach.
Natasha and Yelena wore the same ones. So did every single person that you had passed on your way here. Everyone but Kate.
âYou are not excited?â Yelena took another sip, stare boring into you behind her cup.
âSheâs not feeling well.â Natasha waved her hand dismissively. âI tried to get her to stay home but she must have gotten wind of the prisoner. Sheâs been wanting to let off some steam.â
Yelena seemed satisfied enough with Natashaâs answer and you pushed through the door into the interrogation room before they had a chance to question you further. One Romanoff sister was enough, you couldnât grapple with the suspicions of two.
A look of relief washed over Kateâs eyes for only a moment, a flash that was too quick to catch through the two-way glass. You willed her silence. Her heels dug into the floor and pushed her further back into her chair.
You knew exactly what you were capable of, and it burned at your fingertips. Coulson, you knew, had taken you in years ago after youâd escaped from the very organization that swarmed around you now. You had two choices: Remain one of Hydraâs most feared interrogators, war criminal and enforcer, or give it all up to pledge loyalty to SHIELD.
This world- you had learned- was backwards. More than Natasha Romanoff being your wife. The two of you had a child together, but the two of you served the evil that you had torn yourself away from.
The sweat dripping from the tip of Kateâs nose into the cloying heat that was used as a torture tactic confirmed that your reputation proceeded you. In this world, you hadnât said yes to Coulson. In this world, you were positive you spit in his face before pilling the trigger.
You got close, used your hand to tip back the chair that Kate was sitting in. She yelped, your other hand reaching up and lilting her chin up to meet your eyes. Kate was trembling and the sight alone was enough to break your heart. You gritted your teeth.
âWhere the hell are we?â You whispered to her, so low it came out as an exhale that only you could hear. Her gaze betrayed shock, so you yanked her forward, exclaiming louder. âLook at me!â
âYouâre Hydra.â She gritted.
âYouâre not. Youâve made that abundantly clear.â
All the while, you pleaded with your eyes. Kate was a smart girl. She was quick to put the pieces together. The two of you were not of this universe. She still had the soft pink scar across her nose from the first mission the two of you had together. The same need for comfort in her gaze.
When she did nothing but blink slowly at you, you reached for the small tray of weapons by her side. Almost on instinct, your fingers wrapped around the sharpest, serrated blade. You willed your hand not to shake as you pressed the tip right under her ear. Again, you made sure you were loud enough to appeal to the Romanoffâs excitement when it came to torture.
âYelena told me that you have to keep your tongue. But she never said anything about that innocent face of yours.â You moved behind her, lowering your voice to nothing but a murmur. âYou can trust me, but I might have to hurt you.â
âYou bastard!â Kate pulled on her restraints, jerking forward. âIâd rather die than serve Hydra.â
You grabbed her hair, pulling until she was staring up at you, tears forming against her slate stare. Your stare was hard, nearly unforgiving. Being this close, being back in an interrogation room with a blade pressed ever so slightly to soft skin made you fight back cravings for violence that had been engraved in you since day one.
âTell me, who sent you?â
Again, you were met with silence. You pushed a scoff from your lips and returned the blade to its rightful place on the tray. Instead, picking up a set of iron knuckles that were already speckled with little spots of rust, pools that had been from previous victims.
You gave Kate an apologetic look, your back to the window, before you used a good portion of your strength to slam into Kateâs ribs. She grunted, falling forward, her chin dipping into your collarbone. Youâd heard a dull pop, felt the dampness of a cough of blood. You hadnât meant to hit that hard, really.
âAida,â Kate whispered against you âFramework. Itâs not real.â
âIt feels real.â You shoved her back and she spit to the side, a mixture of spit and blood. Strings webbed from her lips as she leveled you with a glare. You grabbed her chin again. âIâll get us out of here, but you have to trust me.â
She laughed, shaking her head. âYouâre Hydra, y/n.â
The words were unspoken, besotted in her throat. But they were there all the same. âSomething tells me you like it here.â In your world- in the one not manufactured by a robot that had gained sentience, you were hard to trust. This version of you fit like a glove, and maybe you did miss it. But the pain in Kateâs stare would haunt you for months, years, perhaps forever.
âDonât fight them,â You purred âgive them what they want.â
âYouâd like that, wouldnât you?â
âLeo might have better luck,â you said at a normal volume, straightening up and wiping her blood on her shirt. âI suggest you speak to him unless you want to puncture a lung.â
Kate leveled you with a dark look, one that rang with understanding, and fear. One more hit to the temple and she slumped in her seat, unconscious. A bloom of blood dripped down the side of her face and joined the stream at the corner of her mouth, soaking into her collarbone.
Youâd learned long ago that Hydra waited for their prisoners to gain consciousness to continue their assault, their conditioning. Kate succumbing to darkness, if only for a bit, would buy you more time. You quieted for a moment, clenched your eyes shut before you threw yet another punch.
A storm brewed just north, the leaves on large oak trees showing their pale, soft underbellies. It was a sign that rain would fall hard and fast. Your mother taught you to breathe deep on the damp soil. You rolled down the window, letting the water-logged air clear your senses and cool your cheeks.
Natasha glanced at you worriedly and you supposed that youâd never get used to the gesture. It was the one thing in this world that didnât make sense. The torture, the pain that you caused was expected of you. The love that she showed shook you to your core. It would be easy to stay, to love her back.
Youâd paid apt attention to the route that connected your innocent suburban home to Hydaâs base. This was certainly not the way back, but you held your tongue, squeezed it between your molars until you felt the sting prickle at your eyes.
âYou donât have to pretend with me, darling.â
âI know. I should have stayed home today.â you murmured, feeling the soreness of your jaw.
Natasha let out an exhale and pulled over to the side of the road. You took stock of your situation. You were far into the country, the lush green grass and empty highway seemed like as good a place as any to die.
If you were to die in the Framework, would you perish in life too? There was a good chance that even this parallel world had a cruel sense of humor.
Natasha put the car into park and turned in her seat. The sun was just starting to set, turning the sky a toxic shade of orange that reflected off her skin, making her glow ethereally. Even if you wanted to, you couldnât take your eyes off hers. You could drown in the deep fern pools.
When she reached for you, you flinched, burrowing deeper into the passenger seat. A word wasnât uttered as she reached and gently unclipped the pin that was on your collar. Ever so subtly, she placed it in the center console, giving you much of the same look that Kate had earlier. Pleading.
âI know whatâll make you feel better.â Her voice had dropped a few octaves, nimble hands working at her own pin. She set it not far from yours and lifted her chin towards the door.
âPublic indecency, Nat.â
âWhen has that stopped us before?â
You huffed, and pushed yourself from the car and took a few steps towards the tree line. Gray clouds pockmarked the sky, looking as if they were ready to burst. You knew better than to turn your back on the Black Widow, made-up universe or not.
A glare had etched itself onto her features, and you couldnât tell if it was sexual or predatory or both. You backed up with each step until your spine hit bark. You could smell the rain now, the honeysuckle from the small yellow flowers intertwined with poison ivy. Sweet with a deadly bite.
She let out a shaky breath. You didnât move when she pulled the gun from the small space between her back and her jeans. Youâd expected the tip of it to be placed between your brows, a quick and easy kill. But, instead, she shoved it into your collarbone.
âCoulson, he said that there was hope for you. That eventually, everything that you stood for would click as the wrong thing.â
âNat, I donât understand.â
And you didnât- not entirely. You could hear the rolling thunder to your left, feel the electricity in the air. When she glanced at the ground, a tear slid down her cheek and she was quick to wipe it away before you had the chance. You heard the shift in the gun, the almost pull of the trigger.
âEvery relationship has its flaws, you know? You being Hydra, you living and breathing, and dying for Hydra despite everything that theyâve done was something I could overlook until I saw what you did to Kate today.â Â
âYouâre a double agent.â
She sniffed, âyeah, baby. I figured you deserved to know the truth before⌠What you did in there. If you could do that to Kate, then whatâs stopping you from doing it to Milla. Our Milla.â
Natasha was sobbing now, swallowing back the noises that threatened to bubble up in her chest. The warm rain had begun to fall in a distant trickle, hitting the leaves with little patters that rivaled your own heartbeat.
âI would never hurt her,â
Your voice cracked. This, you knew to be true. The warmth that flooded you as you gripped the picture frame that morning had bonded you to a stranger. Youâd let your fear ebb away at everything else, following Natasha like a sick puppy around the Hydra compound. The gun started to ache against your chest.
Natasha whimpered, closing her eyes and pushing ever so slightly on the trigger. She didnât believe you. How could she? You still had dried specks of Kateâs blood on your shirt, splattered across your jawline.
âI want to believe you, love. But youâve been pulling away from me for years now. Theyâve gotten into your head, theyâve taken you from me and I donât think Iâll ever be able to get you back.â
You swallowed hard. Sheâd moved the gun from your chest down to your abdomen, pressing hard enough to make your ribs ache viciously. You muffled your own sorrow, swallowing back the cry that threatened to escape you.
âThe day that Milla was born was the happiest day of my life. She was so small, so precious in your arms. When you looked down at her and her fingers wrapped around your own, I saw a glimpse of your humanity. Your love for her, for me. But thatâs gone.â
âNo, no itâs not. Nat, baby, you have to listen to me.â
âI donât!â yelled, shoving the tip of her gun further into you. âIâve waited long enough, y/n. I thought there was a gray area between SHIELD and Hydra and I hoped that you resided in it. You canât talk your way out of this. Not this time.â
She swiped at her tears, frowning at you. Your shoulders dropped. Her version of you had given her nothing, had pulled away and leaned into the organization that tormented them both. Theyâd been in love once, you knew.
Natasha Romanoff was a fantastic shot.
You would have two lead slugs in your stomach before you twitched a finger. What was it Jemma said about staying alive in the Framework? Everything was becoming blurry, married with emotion. You could feel the anger, the malice, in this worlds version of you.
âIâm sorry,â you said, throat constricting. âFor everything, Natasha. Be careful, for Millaâs sake.â
You shut your eyes, breathing in the electricity in the air, drops of rain soaking into the warm soil under your feet. You curled your fingers into your palms, paying attention to the sting of your nails in moldable flesh. You waited for her to pull the trigger.
The gun had gone off point-blank against your abdomen, filling your mouth with the acrid taste of copper. Doctor Arnmin Zola was a fan of submerging you in ice water when youâd resisted his programming. Youâd refused to panic at first, instead, holding your breath until your lungs screamed for solace. But he had grown bored of your game and resorted to other techniques like a serrated blade to the tendons in your shoulder, in your leg.
It was impossible not to simulate drowning when your body naturally wailed in pain. You knew what it felt like to drown, and as you were pulled from unconsciousness with a surplus of warm blood muddying your throat, you recalled that it would do you no good to panic.
You coughed, your lungs crackling and stomach pulsing in pain as your muscles tried to compensate for your adrenaline. A table, you were strapped to a table, and the leather cuffs around your wrists began to tear with your struggle.
âY/n!â
You could recognize Jemmaâs voice, even through the static in your mind. Your world was pulsing, black dots swimming against your vision. There were wires attached to your temples, adhesive pulling uncomfortably at your skin. A strong, familiar hand pressed down on the center of your chest.
âJemma, whatâs happening?â
âShe must be going into shock. I canât see where the blood is coming from.â
Ever the calm doctor you heard the rip of fabric and felt the assault of sterile, cold air against your skin. You knew exactly the source, the wound in the center of your stomach where Natasha- Framework Natasha- had unloaded her clip.
âYou have to do something!â
There were traces of worry in the other voice, the one you refused to pin down. It was raspy, familiar, but nothing compared to the pain that choked you mercilessly. You were screaming, wailing as if you were haunting an abandoned mansion. It took you a few barely-lucid seconds to understand the noise was coming from you.
âIâm nowhere near well-equipped. Iâd need sedative, and nothing here is sterile!â
âYouâre SHIELD, Jemma. You work with what you have. Figure it out. I canât lose her.âÂ
Your vision was swimming in darkness, taking away what little clarity of your surrounds you had. It was if that one word, that one person, knew exactly what you needed to hear. Your mind stopped fighting so hard to utilize its adrenaline. You could rest, give in to the quiet, because it was SHIELD.
It was SHIELD.
The dry, metallic taste in your mouth was nearly gone the next time you stirred. Though, you craved a glass of water that would soothe the rest of your discomfort. Your head was pounding, the pinch of an IV had replaced the receptors attached to your temples.
A huge, freezing breath was drawn in with a gasp. You werenât strapped to a table anymore, no bright and dehumanizing lights above your head. The ones in the room had been dimmed. This was an unfamiliar medical bay, but you had a blanket, and that was more than youâd been offered during your last bout of lucidity.
Jemma stirred in the chair that was positioned next to your bed. Her hair had been combed through with her fingers, glasses on the center of her nose. There were bags under her eyes and out of instinct, she felt across your throat to check the strength of your pulse, despite the machines in her presence.
âOh, thank goodness. You must be thirsty.â She seemed to read your mind, âIâm afraid youâre not allowed liquids right now. But I sent Agent Romanoff for some ice chips.â
You stiffened at her name, opened your mouth to say something, and then snapped it shut when you realized your body would protest more than you were ready to counteract. Agent Romanoff was here? The last youâd seen of the real her was on a balcony in Amsterdam. Sheâd slipped out of your room as steadily as sheâd slipped in.Â
Jemma had shifted onto the corner of your bed. âWe werenât expecting you to get pushed out of the Framework. Itâs nearly unheard of.â
âPushed⌠out?â
âWith Aidaâs meticulous planning, sheâs accounted for every contingency within the Framework. Sheâs manipulated Fitz into doing her bidding, and Daisy too. I suppose she wanted to add you to her ever growing list of prisoners but you werenât as susceptible.â
âShe kicked you out.â
Natasha was leaning against the doorframe, her head tilted to the side. There was a glass mug in her hand, most-likely overfilling with ice that you longed for. Still, you tensed at her presence, pushed yourself further into the plastic headboard out of apprehension. She certainly had the upper-hand now.
Jemma noticed the change in your demeanor, the palness that washed over your skin. âAre you in pain?â
Well, yes, but it was more of an impossible longing for that brief moment of domestic bliss that you had with the Black Widow herself. Of course you didnât regret your choice to defect from Hydra. Your biggest regret was letting Natasha slip through your fingers.
âIâm alright, really. Everything just felt so real.â
She looked at you sympathetically and patted your knee. âWeâre still monitoring Kate. Sheâs given us a few scares.â
âYou need to pull her out,â You tried to sit up further but the bullet wound in your stomach had other ideas. Your fingers brushed against the wrapped bandages. Youâd broken a few ribs yourself.
âAgent y/l/n we donât know if thatâs safe.â
âKate being in there isnât safe. The Framework is built around Aida, and Aida wants to lead Hydra. Kate sheâs not- she didnât wake up in the same situation as me. She woke up a traitor and if we donât pull her out soon, sheâs not going to make it at all.â
Jemma frowned and considered your words, smoothing her hand over your knee before she stood. There was guilt in her posture. The two of you had agreed to be sent in, but she was the one who had done it. You wanted to assuage her worries, but she had shifted into a different vein of thinking; a productive one that left no room for feelings of regret.
She excused herself, leaving you in an uncomfortable silence with Natasha, save for the constant whirring and beeping of the machines around you. She took a few steps into the room, but didnât get closer.
âWhat did you wake up to?â
The question hung in the air like a blade positioned over your jugular, itâs own sharpness a reason for your ultimate demise. When you didnât answer, averting your gaze, Natasha took Jemmaâs place on the hospital bed. Her warmth was domineering. She smelled like Framework Natasha, sweet with an acidic bite.
Subtly, you pushed yourself closer to the headboard once more. Of course, with someone like the Black Widow, nothing was ever subtle. It was her job to read and decipher your body language. Even if you werenât an open book, she still scanned the pages shamelessly.
She scoffed, âIâm not going to bite, y/n.â
âPerhaps not, but will you shoot?â
Her hand tightened on the Styrofoam cup and it produced a small scream of pain that made your ears ring. She stared down at your fingers flush against the gauze, slowly soaking with a horrid red color.
âI did that? In the Framework?â
âI really didnât give you much of a choice.â You laughed bitterly, wincing at the pain. âI was Hydra and you were pretending to be. I guess even in the perfect world, your pension for doing the right thing will outweigh the wrong. I canât fault you for that.â
âI would never hurt you.â
The sincerity of her words tilted your world. There was a quiet warmth to them that filled you with the positives of the Framework. Your wife. The mother of your child. She sat in front of you now, being neither of those things.
Natasha picked up a chip of ice and silently begged to scoot closer, you gave her the slightest of nods, let her press the ice against your lips. You were flooded with instant relief. The dryness on your tongue evaporating. You very well could have done this yourself- but there was something intimate about her offer that you didnât refuse.
âWhen Simmons told me that you were going into the Framework, I tried to get here with enough time to stop you. But I was off world and when I got here, so were you.â She frowned, placed the ice in your mouth. You bit down on it with a satisfying crunch. âGoing in there was foolish.â
âI wanted to save them.â
âYou canât save everyone, y/n. You work for an organization teeming with agents that have a martyr complex as strong, if not stronger, than your own. Yet, you throw yourself into a world where everything is worse.â
âNot everything.â
She drew in a breath and stared down at the cup. The question she wanted to ask was dancing on the tip of her tongue. But she was stubborn, and for anyone but her, so were you. You swallowed, dampening the coolness that coated your throat.
âThe two of us, we were married. We lived together in the suburbs and had a daughter⌠I didnât get to see her past a family photo because she was at the Barton farmhouse. But she existed, and we existed.â
She blinked at you, and you couldnât read her emotions. The last time youâd dared to have a conversation with her about being more, she rushed out of the motel queen sized bed with itchy sheets and put her pants on inside-out, just to avoid the implication of an actual date. Youâd never asked again, content to repress it for moments of strung-out bliss that she was so good at providing.
âItâs selfish to even think that I was better off there. Everyone else was unhappy, giving in to the darkest parts of themselves. But it was different for us, I think. Because we already give in to the darkness. Itâs not having the light that we regret.â
Silence enveloped you both, and you took a sudden interest in the frayed blanket that warmed you. The fabric touching your skin was starting to feel like too much, but you didnât dare move.
âWhatâs her name?â
âHm?â You hummed, glancing up at the woman in front of you who suddenly seemed so small. She had a light rosy blush to her cheeks and was chewing on her bottom lip. âOh, uh, Milla.â
âWas she⌠did you like her?â
âI loved her, Iâm sure of it. She was my world. Framework you shot me before we made it to Clints farmhouse, but shit, Nat, even looking at a picture of her was earthshattering.â
She let out a watery chuckle and reached out, taking your hand. You stiffened under her touch, so familiar, yet so foreign. Soon, you relaxed, her thumb brushing over the sore bruising on your knuckles.
âIâve always wanted a life like that, you know? Save for being sleeper Hydra agents. But the white picket fence, and the PTA meetings, a dog, and family vacations to Niagara falls. I wanted it all.â
You whispered. âWanted?â
âItâs not in the card for people like us, is it?â She used the base of her palm to brush a tear away before it hit the stiff blanket. âEven in a world thatâs meant to be perfect, one of us always ends up hurt.â
Her hand was grounding you. You didnât want to let her go, and she didnât make a move to pull away. The two of you drank each other in, she smelled like the storm that you were ripped from, and you wanted more of it, you wanted to tuck your head under her chin and pull her close, despite the risk of tearing stitches.
âIâve avoided you for years, because Iâm afraid that if I donât, youâll charm me into giving things a shot.â She laughed bitterly, shaking her head. âBut watching you nearly die today sobered me up. I canât lose you, I canât handle losing you.â
âYou wonât, Nat. If we can just give this a shot, give us a try, maybe we can have both.â You gave her hand a squeeze. âOne date. I promise, I wonât propose, and I certainly wonât ask you to buy a house in the suburbs with me.â
âYou want to go on a date after I shot you?â She scoffed.
âYou didnât shoot me. You got me ice, and that might as well be a ring.â Natasha giggled and the sound made heat rush from your stomach and up to your neck. You were thankful for the thin hospital gowns now. âwe wonât know until we try, right? If we could make it work as Hydra and SHIELD, I think we could make it work on the same side too.â
âAnd if I hurt you?â She asked, âif I get scared and pull away?â
âIâll pull you right back.â You smiled weekly, âif youâll let me.â
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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)
Fandom: Marvel
Summary: The Bus kids are stuck at the Triskelion for a while since May and Coulson have a meeting with Fury, but Ward already has important plans that he can't cancel.
Word Count: 1,287
Category: Fluff, Humor
A/N: To the anon who sent me an idea outline for this, I hope you like it! It got merged with another idea I had, but hopefully, it's still pretty close to what you had in mind :) Thanks for continuing to read stuff for Grant Ward and enabling me to keep writing him- he's my fave, so I'm glad I have at least a few people to share the love with!
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Skye's POV
"Alright. May and I will head into our meeting with Director Fury. We'll meet you back here when we're done."
I frowned at Coulson, glancing at FitzSimmons and Ward to see if any of them would say anything. As expected, FitzSimmons just looked at each other, and Ward nodded to Coulson like he'd known this was the plan from the beginning, which I super doubted.
"Okay... and what are we supposed to do in the meantime?" I asked, turning back to Coulson and asking the question that must've been on the rest of our minds. May was already halfway out of the room, and Coulson stopped mid-step to address my question. He smiled.
"I'm sure you'll think of something."
With that, he turned and headed off with May again. I watched him go for a few steps, then put my hands on my hips and turned back to the rest of my group with a sigh.
"Alright, we've been abandoned at one of the biggest SHIELD bases in the world. I probably know the least about this place out of all of us, so... how about you guys? Any ideas?"
I glanced at FitzSimmons, then looked right at Ward. He had his arms crossed, and he shook his head and took a step back the minute my gaze landed on him.
"I don't know what you all are going to do, but I have somewhere I need to be. I'll meet you back here when May and Coulson are done with their meeting. Try not to break anything until then."
With that, he turned on his heel and started marching away. I let him get a few steps, then turned to FitzSimmons.
"So we're gonna follow him, right?"
"Oh, of course."
"Absolutely."
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Y/N's POV
A took a slow, steady breath, then refocused on the sample in front of me. I'd been staring through the eyepiece of this microscope for what felt like an eterity, finally getting somewhere with samples I'd been working with for months. I'd been stuck at the Triskelion that whole time, in a lab with the loudest of the loud field and ops agents coming in and out, constant noise and business no matter where we went. All of that was about to be worth it.
The rest of the lab completely faded out around me, even as I scribbled notes without looking at the paper beside me. The handwriting wouldn't be good, but it would be decent enough that I could decipher it later, and it meant I didn't have to take my eyes off the results of the experiment in front of me for a single moment. I'd carefully built my corner of the lab into what it was, a sanctuary from the noise and chaos, the perfect place to tuck away and lose myself in my research.
At least, normally it was. Today, someone had apparently decided to venture into my corner, as a hand on my shoulder made me shoot out of my chair and almost gave me a heart attack.
"Sorry!" came the frantic voice of my best friend, Mandy. "I didn't mean to scare you! I swear, I said your name, like, three times while walking over here."
I put a hand to my chest, taking half a second to catch my breath before turning back to Mandy.
"It's okay. Honestly, I don't think anything could've shaken me out of my focus without scaring me like that. Did you need something?"
"Just wanted to give you a warning. One of the ops agents broke containment and just wandered into the lab. Figured it'd be better if I interrupted you than if he did."
I sighed, long and heavy, pinching the bridge of my nose.
"Are you kidding me? How did one of them even get in here-"
I turned to see the man in question and stopped dead in my tracks. Grant Ward, my boyfriend, had just stepped into the lab. I grinned.
"Oh, actually, never mind Mandy. This one's the exception to the rest of the ops people."
"Wow, no kidding. I don't think I've seen you smile like that since your experiment at the Academy won our final projects presentation."
I rolled my eyes, but didn't bother with more than that as Mandy took her leave and Grant finally made his way over to me. His smile matched mine, the two of us bringing out sides of each other most people weren't lucky enough to see.
"You didn't tell me you were coming!" I said as Grant finally reached me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me tight to his chest. He leaned in to kiss me, and it lasted a few moments longer than I would've let him get away with in public if I hadn't missed him so much.
"I thought I'd make it a surprise. Our team got detoured here last minute for Coulson to have some meeting with Fury. Lucky for us, they didn't need me to be there."
"That is lucky," I agreed, the two of us sharing a smile again. Grant reached up and gently cuped my chin in his hand, pulling me back in for a sweeter, slower version of our earlier kiss. I sighed when he pulled back and settled onto the lab stool next to me, his thigh pressed against mine.
"So. Wanna tell me what you're working on?"
"Happily. But I don't want to spend all the time we have together in this lab, so don't let me get carried away-"
"Don't worry, we should have all of tonight and tomorrow morning, with a small exception in a few hours when I have to meet back up with my team. I thought I could keep you company while you finish up here, and then we could grab some dinner. I found a great restaurant in the city last time I had an undercover mission there, and it'll leave us plenty of time for you to tell me all about this project you're working on."
"Grant, that sounds perfect. How did I get so lucky with you?"
"Trust me, the feeling's mutual." We shared a smile, smaller and softer this time, but no less special. Then, Grant turned to the microscope in front of us. "So... I take it you're doing something with this?"
"Yes! I finally have interesting results to look at, so your visit was well-timed. Let me tell you about what you're seeing here..."
Grant leaned into the microsope, bracing one hand on my thigh as I put one arm around his shoulders and rubbed gentle cirlces there, narrating what he was seeing on the slide as I went. Within the lab, I'd gotten a bit of a reputation for liking my space while I worked. But Grant would always be the exception to that. I was on cloud nine that he was here, and I wasn't going to waste a single moment we had together.
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Skye's POV
"I've never seen him smile like that!" Simmons hissed.
"And he always complains about 'technobabble' when I say more than a few three-syllable words in a sentence!" Fitz agreed. I just huffed a laugh.
"Yeah, well, he's not kissing any of us either. I think that might have something to do with the change."
Fitz and Simmons scoffed right along with me, the three of us watching the scene in the Triskelion's lab for a few more moments before finally shaking it off and heading back into the hallway. Whether or not we found something else to occupy our time until May and Coulson were done with their meeting, we at least had something to tease Ward about for the rest of our lives, which I'd take as a win any day.
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Wonder | Leo Fitz x reader chapter 3
Union Station had turned into chaos. Mike Peterson turned out to be the enhanced individual that had saved the doctor. However, after some research from the team- together with their new acquaintance Skye who is a member of The Rising Tide- they figured out what the cause of the explosions were. It was the centipede serum.
And Mike Peterson was full of it.
Fitz-Simmons had the job to find a way and let this situation go well, in a way the team plus everyone in the station would not blow up, in the mean time they had to find a way to calm Mike down as best as they could. Coulson was slowly approaching the man, Y/n and Skye watched from the back. She watched how Coulson laid down his weapon, in a way to offer peace. Y/n glanced upwards and spotted Ward with his rifle- going against what Coulson tried to show Mike.
"Think that means anything?" He caught the eyes of Y/n, who glanced upwards to where Ward was situated. He saw the rifle and knew he was under gunpoint. "I know you got men everywhere waiting to put me down." Mike said, looking back at Coulson.
"I know how this plays out." He adds.
"I don't." Coulson starts, moving closer to the man. Y/n watched the pair closely, seeing how Mike physically got angrier by the second. "I know you got poison in your system. I know it's burning you up. Mike, the last guy who wore that exploded."
"I am not like that other guy!" Mike walked towards Coulson, pushing him straight to the ground. His strength was too much for the agent to fight back. A gunshot was heard and it missed Mike's head by an inch. Mike looked up to where Ward was, the raven haired man was ready to take a second shot until Coulson yelled out.
"Don't shoot! Stand down agent Ward."
Y/n watched in anticipation, Ward backed down but she noticed the doubt in his face. Coulson tried to stand up but she saw he was hurt. Something in her there told her it was going to be fine, Mike just needed the proper words.
The detective walked up to the two men, her hands up in surrender just in case. They both looked at her and Y/n ignored the slight pull from behind when Skye tried to stop her from walking towards the duo.
"Mike, think about Ace." She said to him with a soft smile.
The mention of the mans son seemed to spike an interest in him.
" I know you're strong. Your boy knows it, but he needs you to let us help. Let SHIELD help you, Mike." She continued.
Mike seemed to calm down a little bit. His furrowed brows however told her he was still angry. He walked to the broken kiosk in the station, breaking a piece apart from anger.
"You don't know what it's like!" He pointed at Y/n with the piece of wood, rage was evident on his face. "I had to work my ass off day and night to make a life for my boy, and then New York happens, and guess what? They take away my job, and my life! That is what SHIELD is! They are no heroes, they step on us to make themselves stand out. But I matter, and my boy matters and I'm sick of being stepped on."
Mike threw away the piece of wood, it fell right before Y/nâs feet, but she didn't back down. She got what she needed from him. She knew his angle now, what the source of his anger was. It was her job to understand people and she definitely understood Mr Peterson now.
"Trust me Mike, no one here will understand you more than I will." Y/n took the silence from Mike as a sign to walk closer a bit. "But there are good people at SHIELD, Mike. But the good ones, the real deal, they're not heroes because of what they have that we don't. It's what they do with it. You're right, Mike. It matters who you are."
"I could, you know? Be a hero." He gave her a smile, something glistened in his eyes. She smiled at him and nodded.
"Hell yes, you could." She let out a chuckle of relief as he smiled at her. Mike starts to walk forward towards Y/n but a sudden bang cuts his action short- a bullet had hit him right in the forehead. Y/nâs eyes widened in shock and she almost fell backwards, a hand stopped her from falling. She looked behind her and saw Coulson standing there, his eyes mirrored an expression like hers. Her head shot upwards to the place Ward had shot from. But when she saw Fitz standing there with his thumb up, sending the team a reassuring smile her heartbeat calmed down slowly. She smiled back and she saw him wink her way. She looked at Mike, Jemma had ran past her in hurry and she checked his vitals.
He was going to be okay.
***
"I can't believe you guys found a solution in that short of a time." Y/n said in awe.
Fitz-Simmons, Ward, and Y/n had returned to the Bus when their mission at Union station had been a success. Coulson and Skye took it upon themselves to bring Ace to his aunt while May brought Mike to one of SHIELD's headquarters. Y/n was sure Coulson was going to ask Skye something today that could let her to stick around a little longer, she knew him well enough. She didn't tell the rest yet- hoping Skye could tell them herself. In the meantime the rest of the team was sharing some drinks and take-out they had gotten on the way back. Fitz had suggested to get some and Y/n was grateful, the adrenaline ran out of her system a while ago and she was starving.
"Well that was nothing like how you talked down Mike! You just stood there like a total badass." Fitz said with an exciting grin.
Y/nâs cheeks flushed at his compliment. She looked down towards her food, fidgeting with her food a little, biting her lip to prevent herself from grinning.
"Thank you, Fitz."
She heard some noise from outside, the cargo hold door opened slowly with a hiss and she knew who had come back. After the team in the bus found out about an 0-8-4 sighting from SHIELD they had called Coulson back to base, knowing this would be a new mission.
"Oh you wouldn't believe it!" Jemma walked back towards the three, a new beer in hand, the previous one already causing the Brit to be a little tipsy. "Coulson just came in with Lola- flying!"
"He what now?" Ward asked in disbelief.
Y/n laughed at his reaction before she turned back to her new friend.
"I bet he brought along a certain someone?"
"How did you-" Jemma's words caught short when two voices were heard from the entrance of the living area. Coulson came in and an excited looking Skye followed after him.
"Well,well, look what the cat brought in" Y/n chuckled in her beer bottle, taking a small sip.
"Hey guys," Skye smiled at the team that had gathered. "Guess you have to do a little more to get rid of me"
"Oh don't worry, we got plenty ideas." Ward said bitterly, although there was a hint of teasing behind it.
Loud steps came from the entrance not long after, Melinda May stepped into the room and glanced at the team. They all looked at her, waiting for her to join them.
"What are you guys doing? Wheels up in five." She walked past the group, not sparing them a glance as she made her way to what Y/n presumed to be the cockpit.
"Well then," Coulson turned back to Skye. "Let's get you back to your van, and let's talk about what time you're here tomorrow yea?" The pair walked back towards the exit, Skye grabbing her bag before leaving.
Fitz turned to the three others, confusion evident on his face.
"Do you- Why is she coming back?" He looked in between Jemma and Ward for a second before his eyes landed on Y/n who was already smirking. "You know something. Why do you always know everything, and what is it?" Fitz was getting really curious now.
"Well, it is my job you know." Y/n chuckled. "And let's just say that we're probably gonna see more of Skye here on board."
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Crush
melinda may x reader (family), daisy johnson x bi!reader
You were laying on your mom's bed and threw a ball in the air while you waited for her. You gave her a slight scare when you told her you had something to tell her, she assumed the worst.
As May walked in, you threw the ball over her head and she raised an eyebrow at you. As she closed the door, she gently asked, "Are you pregnant?"
You gasped and shook your head, "No, no! It's-" She interrupted you, "Are you dating someone? Didn't I tell you that you had to tell me before getting in a relationship?"
You slightly whined, "Mum, just listen! I like someone. Now....no judging..." She nodded hesitantly and said, "But just to clarify, boy or girl?"
"Girl, you can't tell her," you said. Melinda looked at you with a slightly confused expression and then nodded. You continued, "It's Daisy."
"Daisy who? Our Daisy," May looked at you with a horrified look on her face. You frowned and nodded. "I wanna tell her, it's just... 'n I don't wanna ruin our friendship."
"I know you don't and you are aware that you both being together might affect the team," your mom questioned. "But mama, FitzSimmons!"
She shook her head, "They're married, it's different." You looked down and nodded. "Fine. Whatever."
May looked you up and down as you turned to leave. "No scheming. I said no scheming Y/N/N!" You bent down, picked up the ball from the floor and chucked it behind you onto your mom's head. "Y/N/N!"
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The truth hurts, doesnât 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 1x17â1x20
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 wouldâve 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 thatâs 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 wasnât thinking straight about anything, as far as they knew Fury is dead. Hell, she wasnât 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 Coulsonâs death was kept from most of them. But HYDRA creeping around wasnât something truly hidden per sayâŚ
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 didnât 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 didnât 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 couldnât 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 Ameliaâs 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 couldnât do anything but freeze. Her fingernails were pressed so hard against her palm, she wouldâve drawn blood.
âN-no..â She mumbled underneath her breath, â..no, no..no!â
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.
âItâs not him..â 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 whoâs loyal or not.
Someone knew about this before her, but they couldnât. They all passes every single test withâ
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 werenât used to this whole thing, so it was understandable if they was uneasy with whatever they saw. But it couldnât be that bad, right?
Wrong!
The moment she wiped her head inside the room, the sight wouldâve had her screaming if it werenât 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, âSkye! What do you know?â
She looked up with a gasping glare, âIâm guessing you know?â
âYes! And itâs not him..it canât be him!â
âYou donât know that..Ward has lied to us, Amelia..heâs Hydra.â
âHe lied to the team! But I have known that man for 4 years, Skye! 4 years!â
âYou think I like this?! I fell for the man, I kissed him..I still think I love him..â
âOh god..okay, maybe this is just a game right? Ward treats us different, somethingâs not right..â
ââŚyou still feel like you love him, donât you?â
âWell the truth hurts, doesnât it Skye? We just gotta play along.â
âIâm already doing that, I feel hurt Amelia. But Iâm gonna follow Ward, see whatâs going on in his head and if something happens.â
âOkay, yeah..okay. Iâll try to see who I can contact and prepare for whatever Ward thinks he might pull..â
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 Ameliaâs 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 wasnât, it felt that way.
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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, whoâs good and whoâs 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, âSweetheart..are you okay?â
âHm?â She replied, peeking in between her hands to look at him.
âWhat happened?â
âYou really asking me that?â
He scoffed, âYeah, I know whatâs happening. I wish it wasnât like this but we canât do anything about it.â
âIt feels like Iâm being caught in a horror movie.â She added.
âWhat? Like Scream? Whoâs the killer?â
âOne of our agents..we donât know whoâs on our side or not.â
âMore like multiple agents, you donât know who is really involved in SHIELD or HYDRA. You probably think I canât be trusted, Ames.â
âWard, honey, I trust you. I do. But the question is, will you actually be telling me the truth or not..â
âI alway try to tell you the truth, even if it hurts.â
At that moment, she removed her hands from her face and turned to face him, âOh really?â
He straightened his shoulders seeing the look on her face as he sighed, âAmelia, are you seriously asking me that?â
âGrant, you lied to me before about missions to keep me and the team safe. You could be lying to me right now.â
âAnd you lied to me more than once to keep me in the loop. Iâm being honest here. Do you trust me?â
âDo you trust enough to tell me the truth?â
~~~
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, itâs 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 wonât admit it but itâs 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.
âDo you trust us? Did you even love me?â Said a small broken voice that belonged to Amelia, looking down at her hands, her fingers were laced with cuts and small gashes.
âOh my god, Ames..â He replied, standing up as he went to sit down next to her grabbing her hand gently, â..of course, I trust you. You know I love you, I wouldnât do anything to hurt you if it meant you would feel like this.â
âIâve 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..â
â4 years and I donât regret anything, none of our time together. I can explain whatever it is that is crossing your mind.â
~~
She knows. He knows.
~~
Amelia wiped her head over to see him and asked, âCan you?! Can you look me in the eye and tell me you are on the same team?â
âYou werenât meant to get hurt! You and I were always on the same team, donât you dare think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you!â Grant replied yelling, hesitant to let her hand go.
âI swear, you werenât even on the same team to beginning with! You were loyal to HYDRA.â
âNo. I wasnât ever loyal to HYDRA, if anything I would say Iâm loyal to Garret.â
âYou killed people.â
âAnd you havenât?â
âI..â
âThe 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! Thatâs all what weâre trying to do.â
âWere you ever gonna tell me?â
âOf course I was. Garret wanted you dead! I couldnât let that happen! Iâm trying to protect you here, I was just trying to protect all of us.â
âBy keeping this secret from me? I know you are never one to talk about how you feel, but this..this shouldâve been something you shouldâve told me..â
âAnd have you act like this towards me? I told you years ago, Iâm 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.â
âAnd I said âyes you are.â But right now, i just canât imagine what I should and shouldnât believe here. Was I pawned in your little lie, huh? Was I?â
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 didnât 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 wasnât the plan, she wasnât supposed to get hurt. It wasnât supposed to be personal for any of them.
âNo. You werenât ever part of the plan nor a pawn, Ames. Believe me, I didnât expect you to come into my life and change things up!â Grant admitted closing his eyes shut, âItâs over. Itâs done, i canât 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 wasnât personal..I swear it wasnât!â
âOh, but i think it was! Please, Grant Iâm begging you..youâre living a double life here! Getting so close, yet so far to people. I didnât expect for you to come into my life but you did!â She admitted, â..you were..you lied to me. You lied to me. Donât hurt Skye, more you than probably are already.â
âI wonât regret getting here and I wonât think about hurting Skye. But Ames, someday you will understand what i have gone through to keep you safe because I love you..â
âSo 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?â
âEverything i ever felt for you was real, donât you get it?! But I wonât betray Garret..â
â..because me and the team woke up a weakness inside of you. I..i donât know what to think, or believe right now, alright?! I..i..â
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.
âStop! Stop it, Ames!â Ward said, practically growled at her, âYouâre embarrassing yourself here. I wonât kill you or our team, i promise!â
âYou promise?â She said, mumbling and stopped hitting his chest, resting her forehead against his chest instead.
âI promise. You can tell them or shout it from the rooftops, but HYDRA is already here.â
âI failed..you failed me, Grant. HYDRA is here..oh god, thereâs nothing else to say.â
âI know, baby. I know..â
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.
âW-where you going?â She asked.
âItâs for your own good, Ames.â 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.
âHeâs coming to you.â She messaged
She responded, âOn it. You okay?â
âWill be..â
âOkay.â
âââ
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.
âT-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 donât know whoâs 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 donât know who is your friend or foe..â 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 expectedâŚ
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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Day Off // Deke Shaw
Deke Shaw x Fem!Reader
Summary: Reader is stressed out with shield agent life, and Deke encourages her to take a day off and discover earth with him.
W/C: 2k
Warnings: Kissing, violence, end of the world, yk just basic stuff.
A/N: Hey guys!! This took much longer to write than anticipated, my apologies I've been insanely busy recently. I've really been wanting to write for Deke though because there is a LACK of fics for him on this app. Anyways, I really hope y'all enjoy, love you guys! âËâšâĄ
You and your Shield team had finally arrived back from the future, and you were relieved to say the least.
Being trapped in an unfamiliar place was horrifying, not that you and your team hadn't been through worse.
Just because you were back didn't mean you were in the clear, and discovering Daisy was the one who was going to cause the destruction of planet earth only made things more distressing.
Even though Daisy didn't currently have her powers you could see the fear in her eyes. You were worried for her, and so was the rest of your team. You had all been working tirelessly to stop the end of the world, and as important as it was the exhaustion was beginning to catch up to you.
Right now you were heading down the hall to meet with your team about the ever concerning anomalies that had been appearing in the lighthouse.
As you rounded the corner you felt yourself slam into something...or rather someone.
"You okay darling?" The all too familiar voice mused from above you.
Deke, the boy from the future. With his gray eyes and rugged features, who you had somehow managed to fall for. You knew he felt the same, but between the plethora of near death experiences the two of you hadn't had time to address your feelings.
"Shit! Deke, I'm sorry." You jumped back, examining where you had slammed into him.
Thankfully there was no noticeable damage.
You ran your hands through your hair, letting out a frustrated sigh.
"Hey, it's okay! It barely hurt!" Deke spun around quickly, and did a silly little dance.
"See, I'm in tip top shape." He put on a goofy smile, causing you to give him one in return.
"Where are you off to?" Deke asked, you forgot that the team didn't always include him in their meetings.
"Oh, just, uh, meeting Daisy and everyone,"
"But I honestly just need a break, I'm so tired of running around all the time."
You leaned against the wall, the stress you were under feeling heavier than the weight of the world.
Deke gave you a sympathetic smile and lightly squeezed your hand.
You began to lean into him, and you began to feel as if you were handing him some of the stress you were carrying.
"Hey I have an idea." Deke exclaimed, taking your hands and turning you to face him.
"You should spend the day with me!" He suggested, his face just beaming with excitement.
"Deke...I don't know, they're expecting me-"
"Please! If they ask, just tell them you got sick or something." Deke pleaded, giving you the saddest puppy dog eyes you had ever seen.
You thought for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of your decision. Yes, you would waste the day having fun when you could be helping your teammates. Although, you would be getting a much needed recharge, and with your favorite person at that. And by the way, how could you say no to that face?
"Okay fineee." You gave in.
Deke pumped his fist in the air with excitement, earning a laugh from you.
"Oh my god, you can show me all of the cool earth things I've been wanting to try! Like every flavor of ice cream, and football! You know, since I only got here like a week ago.."
You truly didn't understand why he got on everyone's nerves so much. He was just excited to have a chance at living the life he always dreamed of in the future, and there was honestly something so refreshing about that. Deke didn't take advantage of anything, because he knew what it was like to have nothing.
"Of course, let me get dressed and then we can go. We've gotta be sneaky about it though."
"You've got it babe." Deke replied, shooting your finger guns and a wink. You rolled your eyes and walked off.
Once you got changed out of your casual clothes, and packed a small bag you hurried to meet Deke outside. You were sure to dodge any Shield Agents that were coming your way.
When you arrived at the exit, Deke was already waiting. When He saw you he excitedly pulled out a notebook and flipped to a specific page.
"I made a list of everything I want to do today! I know we might not be able to do it all but i put little stars next to my favorites." Deke pointed to the tiny stars he had drawn next to several items on his, not so short to do list.
"You make me laugh you know that?" You said, snatching the notebook from his hands to look over it.
"Is it too much?"
"No, It's perfect." you looked up to him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, causing his cheeks to turn a bright pink shade.
"Okay lets go!" You pulled him behind you as you headed toward your car that was parked in the nearby parking garage.
"I think this is my first time in one of these." Deke exclaimed as you drove towards your first destination.
"Well, is it everything you dreamed it would be?"
"Honestly, it's kinda underwhelming."
You let out a laugh, quickly turning to the side to make eye contact with Deke who was also laughing.
"I totally agree."
When you arrived at your first stop, Deke was practically jumping up and down with excitement.
"You brought me to the beach?"
"I noticed that one had two stars next to it." you replied, pointing to the notebook laying on your console.
"I know it's not warm enough to get into the water, but we can at least walk on the sand and put our feet in."
"Are you kidding? This is amazing." Deke reached over into the driver's seat and hugged you tightly.
He quickly jumped out of the car and started racing towards the shore.
"Be careful! It's easy to fall on sand." You called, remembering how you had to get used to the way your feet sunk into the sand when you were a child.
Just as the words escaped your lips Deke fell face first into the sand.
Your heart raced worriedly as you rushed over to see if he was okay.
"Oh my god! I told you to be careful!" You snapped, leaning down to examine Deke who was still laying flat in the sand.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." Deke rolled over, spitting sand out of his mouth.
You reached out your hand and helped him up, rolling your eyes as you did.
"Please watch yourself from now on." You said, refusing to loosen your grip on his hand.
After that care, not that the two of you hadn't gone through worse, you kept Deke close.
Were you really concerned, or were you using it as an excuse? That wasn't a question that needed to be answered.
As the two of you strolled towards the sore, hand in hand, you couldn't help but let your mind wander. Wander back to the unspoken feelings between the two of you. It's not as if nothing physical had ever happened between the two of you, holding hands and cuddling wasn't uncommon and you had even shared a kiss a few times, but nothing was ever really discussed.
Now was your long awaited chance, just the two of you, without impending doom hanging over your heads.
Well for the moment at least.
"Hey Deke..."
"mhm?" Deke stopped and looked up at you, tracing his thumb over your palm as he did.
"You know how I feel about you right?"
"What?"
"Everything that's happened, it's not just nothing. I really like you, just between the end of the world and time traveling I don't think I've remembered to tell you." You said all this without taking your eyes off Deke's.
You loved the way he looked at you, with such adoration.
For once, Deke didn't respond with his words but rather his actions. Without hesitation, he cupped your face and pressed many kisses to your lips, cheeks, and forehead.
He stopped to look at you, a giddy look on his face.
"Wait? So are we like, boyfriend and girlfriend now?" Deke said half jokingly.
"Only if you want to be." You got your answer when Deke kissed you again, this time with much more force. It was unlike any of the other kisses you two had shared, there was a sense of raw emotion behind it that hadn't been there before.
On your walk back to the car you leaned comfortably into Deke, no longer needing to worry about if it was 'too much'.
You began driving to your next activity, something that was a favorite of yours that you hoped he would really enjoy.
You pulled into the parking lot of your favorite dockside diner, and you could already smell the greasy french fries, and sizzling burgers. You watched as couples and groups of teens strolled down the dock, holding ice cream cones from the shop nearby.
Once you and Deke walked inside you found a waiter to get you a seat. You were seated quickly, and ordered drinks.
"So, is this somewhere you come a lot?"
"Yes, this is my favorite restaurant, and you haven't lived if you haven't had greasy American diner food."
Deke looked around at the place, excitedly examining everything. Once it came time to order, Deke couldn't decide between a bacon cheeseburger or chicken and waffles, so you agreed to get both and have half each.
Once your food arrived, you both ate quickly. Deke continuously snatched fries from your plate, stating each time that it was his last one. You ended up having to swat his hand away, claiming the rest of the fries.
Once you were finished you paid the bill and led Deke out to the dock.
You noticed him eyeing the ice cream parlor, so you asked him if he was up for dessert.
He happily agreed and ordered as many flavors of ice cream as they could fit on the cone. You doubted all those flavors would even taste good mixed together but as long as it made Deke happy.
You walked slowly down the dock, ice cream in one hand, and Deke's hand in the other.
At this point in the day the sun was beginning to sink below the clouds, and the temperature had dipped even lower. You realized you had forgotten to bring a jacket, as you had not planned to be out this late.
You began to shiver, and Deke took notice quickly. He pulled off his jacket, the one he wore nearly every day and offered it to you.
"Well won't you be cold?" you protested.
"Nah, temperatures were crazy in space, a little wind doesn't bother me."
You gave him a sympathetic smile and allowed him to wrap the jacket around your shoulders.
You decided to end your day sitting at the end of the dock and watching the sun sink between the clouds. Deke slipped his hand around your waist as the stars began to fade into view.
"It's so beautiful here, there weren't many beautiful things to look at where I used to live."
This filled you with sadness, and reminded you of the suffering Deke experienced his whole life.
"Deke, I'm sorry. You didn't deserve to live a life like that." You whispered softly, nuzzling your nose into his neck.
"Well it may have sucked, but you know what? It led me to you."
You looked up to make eye contact with your boyfriend. He tucked a few loose pieces of hair behind your ears, and kissed you on the forehead.
"And you are more beautiful than all the stars in the sky combined."
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