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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Marvel

Day 1 Prompt: "It's not too late, let's go."

Summary: The scene with FitzSimmons and Garrett on the Bus at the end of Season 1 if, instead of FitzSimmons, Grant had found and captured his long-time best friend, partner, and girlfriend.

Word Count: 4,158

Category: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of abuse. No depictions of it, but the mention/realization that a character has been abused in the past, while staring at/standing in the same hallway as the abuser.

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This had to be a nightmare.

With each step I took, one foot in front of the other, I willed myself to wake up, to realize everything had just been a bad dream. And with each step, I was forced closer to the realization that my situation was heartbreakingly, terrifyingly real.

The past week, I'd had a line of similar thoughts, hoping and praying that the fall of SHIELD and the betrayal of my best friend and boyfriend, Grant Ward, had been some insane fever dream. That I'd wake up in the med pod on the Bus, the team happy to see me awake, and that I'd realize everything had been some horrible concoction of my imagination instead. But just like now, I'd been forced to come to terms with the fact that I was wide awake.

First, I thought the nightmare was Hydra's infiltration. Then it became Garrett, Grant's mentor and basically surrogate father, being a traitor. Then it was discovering Grant was a traitor. Now, it had reached a whole new level, as Grant frog-marched me toward the Bus that he and Garrett had taken over, my hands tied behind my back and his gun forcing me to keep moving forward.

"Grant... what are you doing?" I breathed, trying to keep the tears out of my voice as we neared the ramp of the plane. Garrett had taken things over in the name of Hydra, and he clearly had some hold over my boyfriend. Every step towards that ramp lowered my odds of making it through this.

"We can't have SHIELD following us, that's all," he said. He kept his voice level, trying to convince me he was being reasonable, like I'd heard him do with our enemies on missions countless times before. I shook my head.

"You are SHIELD, Grant," I said. "Please, please remember that."

His grip tightened slightly on my forearm as he led me to the base of the ramp, a comforting squeeze more than anything threatening. A week ago, it would've put me at ease.

"I'm not the man you think I am," he muttered. I sighed heavily through my nose, a little bit of irritation finally flaring up.

"I know you better than anybody else on earth, apparently including you," I huffed. Grant didn't respond.

As soon as we entered the garage bay, where Lola used to sit, Grant and I were flanked by three other agents, who followed us up the stairs. Grant moved ahead, leading me through the physically wrecked and shattered hallways of the plane we'd spent a few, blissful months calling home, and my heart squeezed tight in my chest. How had everything gone so wrong?

"Here she is, sir," he said, and a second later I saw John Garrett's stupid, shitty face staring back at me. I narrowed my eyes and scowled, unable to contain my hate and anger enough to keep a neutral expression.

"What's the matter?" he asked, his tone light and teasing in a way that made my blood boil. "Cat got your tongue?"

"Maybe I've just got nothing to say to you," I replied. He had the nerve to laugh.

"Well, that's fine then. I don't know that I have much to say to you either, especially now that you're here. Thanks to Ward, you won't be much of a problem for me anymore."

Over Garrett's shoulder, I saw Grant's expression flicker and shutter. Like a kicked dog, caught between someone he loved and someone who scared him. An anger I'd only ever felt when our enemies threatened Grant welled up in my chest.

In my entire, almost fifteen-year career at SHIELD, I had managed to get through it without killing anyone. Ever. Even before I had the Icer to knock enemies out instead of shooting them the old-fashioned way, I'd made a point of using non-lethal force. It mattered to me; it felt important to find a way to do my job without killing people in the process.

Grant had never had the same reservations. It didn't bother me, and although we'd talked about it once or twice, I'd never expected him to take up my same system when we'd been partnered on missions, when we'd become good friends, or when we'd started dating. Time and again, he'd gone to the mat for me, tearing apart anyone that existed as a threat to me with a force I'd never have imagined using.

For the first time in our lives, in our decade and a half of friendship, the tables had turned.

Thanks to the rest of Coulson's team, I knew John Garrett had significant organ failure. A Cybertek device in his chest was the only thing still keeping him alive. He'd abused Grant for longer than I'd known him, and for the first time, I could see clearly how it affected Grant, in real time. For both our sakes, I couldn't let this go on any longer. I didn't know if it would kill him, and I still hoped it wouldn't, but for the first time I didn't care enough to make sure it wouldn't. I needed to get away from Garrett, and more importantly, I needed to get Grant away from Garrett. Even if it was for just a few minutes.

The Bus's engines whirled outside, and I felt us lift off the ground. An added complication, for sure, but not enough to change the plan I'd just formed in my head. I took a deep breath in and out, steadying my heartbeat and readying myself for the action ahead, like Grant had taught me years and years ago. Then, I jumped as high as I could, bringing my handcuffed hands under my feet and around to the front of my body as I did. Before anybody could register my movement, I darted forward and struck Garrett in the chest as hard as I could, putting all my weight and momentum behind both of my hands.

Garrett went down like a sack of bricks. He doubled over, gripping his middle as he groaned. I brought my knee up and hit him again before anybody could stop me, and then I took off running through the familiar passages of the jet that I used to call home.

"Garrett!" I heard Grant cry, distress in his voice that sent a pang running through my chest. I ducked around a corner at the sound of thundering footsteps behind me, and soon the agents that'd followed Grant and I from the minute we set foot on the Bus came rushing into the small common area in front of all our bunks, one room over from Garrett and Grant.

I heard shouting from the other room, and Grant's voice faded as he told Garrett to wait just a second. I tried to keep a piece of my attention focused on that while I engaged the three agents who'd decided to chase me. Even with my hands tied, they weren't much of a match for me.

I wrapped my arms around the neck of the one who'd come in last, using him as a human shield against his friends as I held him in the sleeper hold.

One by one, I worked through my three assailants, until they were each unconscious on the ground. As soon as the last one was down, I paused to tune back in to the goings-on in the other room, and heard Grant's voice as he assured Garrett that he would live. Apparently Cybertek was preparing to treat him in Miami.

I made the quick decision that I had enough time to make sure these three wouldn't continue to be a problem, so I dragged them into my old bunk (right next to Grant's) and then wedged a loose piece of the dining table's structure into the door so it couldn't open again. It likely wouldn't hold them for very long, but it was better than nothing. I took a few extra seconds to wrestle out of my handcuffs, my mind working as I did.

With Garrett and his three goons incapacitated, I had decent hope of getting Grant alone. I heard Raina, an inhuman we'd been struggling with, promising to stay in the room with Garrett and keep him safe. And then, I heard Garrett's voice hissing at Grant, barely above an ugly whisper.

"I need you to put her down."

I straightened, hands on my hips as my handcuffs finally dropped from my wrists, and frowned. There was no mistaking what he meant, but I couldn't imagine he actually thought he'd get very far ordering Grant to kill me.

"What?" Grant's voice, barely louder than Garrett's. I shifted a little closer to the doorway to hear better. "No. There's plenty of time. I won't leave you."

"And I'm telling you to cross her off for me. It's not a weakness, is it?"

The silence seemed to stretch for years. Then, finally, Grant's voice:

"No."

I turned on my heel and ran.

The nightmare continued, apparently, as the man who'd saved my life more times than I could count anymore had apparently just agreed to be my murderer. I couldn't believe he'd actually go through with it, but I also couldn't believe he'd entertain Garrett to this point. I couldn't take any risks, not now.

I slid down the ladder between the sleeping compartment and the cockpit, landing in the maze of pods in the hull just as I heard heavy footsteps overhead. My heart started racing in my chest, a fear like I'd never felt in all my near-death experiences at SHIELD gripping my chest.

Grant wouldn't actually kill me, would he?

I darted between the pods, and just like in a horror movie, I heard Grant's voice call out my name from behind me. I sped up, finally ducking into one of the pods and locking it behind me as I heard his footsteps closing in. My hand slammed on the locking device and it turned from green to red just in time. A second later, Grant appeared before me, his hand on the glass separating us.

"Open the door," he said, his eyes locked on mine. I could only see one of his hands, and my heart raced in my chest as I realized the other was likely level with his hip. I took an involuntary step backward.

"Grant... you're scaring me," I breathed, tears at last rising to the surface and threatening to fall. I'd fought them back once, but this time, I didn't think I'd be able to.

"Y/N, just open the door."

"No. I heard what you said, I heard what Garrett said. You... you wouldn't actually kill me. Would you?"

He grimaced, his jaw setting in the expression I recognized as him dealing with something he DID NOT want to deal with. My heart broke a little more in my chest.

"Just open the door."

"No! Grant, are you kidding me?" The tears were coming now, streaming down my cheeks, and I stepped towards Grant again, pressing up against the glass to get as close to him as possible. "I love you! You're my best friend, you're my partner! You're supposed to have my back through anything! I... I'd started daydreaming about marrying you! About the two of us, having the SHIELD careers recruits would be hearing about for the rest of time, before finally retiring somewhere nice together. Every time I thought about my future, Grant, you were in it... and now I might not have a future because of you? Are you kidding me?"

His expression flickered, and he couldn't keep some sadness and regret off his face when he looked at me through the glass this time. The tiniest spark of hope fluttered in my chest. If he felt bad, maybe I could still talk him off the ledge. Maybe I didn't have to lose the love of my life.

"I'm sorry. I tried to tell you... I'm a bad man. I'm not the man you thought you fell in love with."

"Bullshit!" I cried, slamming my fist into the glass in front of me. Grant jumped a little, surprise registering on his face. "You are exactly who I think you are. I know you, Grant, I've spent the last fifteen years of my life with you. Garrett may think he knows you, but he's wrong. He knows who he wants you to be. But I know who you actually are."

"You don't-"

"The sugary, caramely coffee drinks you secretly love but refuse to let anybody else but me know you drink?" I said, interrupting him with a hand on my hip, my eyes locked on his. "How invested you got in The Circle when I made you watch it on Netflix? All the time we spent planning what our strategy would be if we ever went on the show together?"

He grimaced, but I didn't give him a second to respond.

"The face mask you did with me that you loved, and all the stupid pictures we took together with the masks on? Your aggressive hatred of the Patriots even though you're from Massachusetts? The fact that you sleep best with a sleep mask, and that you have to take your socks off right before you get under the covers? Not a moment before, and definitely not after? All of that shared history, all of those things we've shared and that I've gotten to see, and you think I don't know you?"

Grant just stared at me, looking at a loss for words. I let mine hang in the air for a minute, then continued.

"I highly doubt John Garrett could list even one of those things. And those little things that you do every day, that you can't fake? That's you Grant. I know you. I know you've saved me more times than I can even count, from the demons in the real world and the ones inside my own head. So I get that Garrett's got you believing you're some kind of secret evil supervillain, but I know enough to know how ridiculous that is. You're the best man I've ever met, Grant. Please, believe me over that piece of shit upstairs that never cared enough to know the real you."

Grant still didn't speak for a few long moments, but this time, I just let the silence hang. I held his gaze, the tears having finally stopped. I didn't wipe away the remnants as they slowly dried on my face. Finally, Grant sighed, breaking eye contact to look down at the ground before returning his stare to me.

"And how exactly do you see this going?" he asked, his voice low. He'd leaned in a little, like we were co-conspirators, and I swear I felt a weight lift off my chest. The glimmer of hope had turned into a full light. "What do you expect to happen next, after all this? Don't tell me you still see a happy ending, with us retiring after full careers at SHIELD."

I sighed through my nose and rolled my eyes up to the ceiling, before fixing Grant with a look. He raised his eyebrows, and I had to fight back a laugh, mostly at the relief for that small moment of our relationship back to normal.

"Well, no, I don't think that's in the cards anymore," I deadpanned. "But the only important part of my vision of the future has been you, Grant. I don't care if we get mentioned in SHIELD classes years from now or if we're labeled as failures, examples of what not to do. All that matters to me is you."

He stared at me for a few more long, silent moments. For most people, he would've been unreadable, but I recognized the slightly-wider eyes, the deer-in-headlights look he got whenever I admitted big feelings that he didn't expect me to share. It was a good sign, and when he swallowed and cleared his throat, his expression had all of the grim defeat gone, replaced instead by a shaky hope.

"So what are you suggesting?"

"I'm suggesting we run," I said simply. "It's not too late, let's go. Let's ditch it all, and go somewhere we can start a new life together. Screw Garrett, screw SHIELD, screw Hydra. All that matters is you and me."

Grant stared at me like he didn't believe I was real. Slowly, swallowing heavy again, he nodded. I raised my eyebrows and smiled.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he finally managed, nodding again, more sure this time. "Yeah, let's do that. You're... you're all that matters to me, too."

My small smile broke into a full-on grin, and at last, I hit the lock on the door. I slid it open the moment the lock flashed green, darting forward to close the space between me and Grant and wrapping him in a bone-crushing hug. I buried my face in his chest, and after a moment, he wrapped his arms around me in return.

"Well. I guess she was a weakness."

Grant and I's heads snapped up in unison to find John Garrett standing just down the hallway from us. I narrowed my eyes. Of course he'd picked this moment to show up.

Grant stiffened under my arms, and I could feel the stress radiating off of him. Garrett took a small step towards us, but I didn't dare move, lest Grant feel anymore trapped than he already did. Besides, holding him tight in a hug we'd shared during and after a thousand traumatic experiences felt like the best leg up on Garrett I could get.

"Agent Ward, I didn't train you to be a pushover. I trained you to be a man who could go in and do the job that needed to be done," said Garrett. "It's not too late. You don't want to disappoint me, son."

At the same time Garrett's words washed over Grant, he took another step closer, and his hand flexed at his side. Grant flinched under me, and I saw red.

In almost fifteen years, Grant had never flinched. Not like this. When something came flying at his face? Sure. When an especially good jump scare happened in a horror movie and he tried to hide how badly it had scared him? Always. But when someone stood apart from us, subtly threatening him? Never. Not once.

Garrett had clearly manipulated him, badly. I knew that. Throughout the course of this interaction, I'd assumed Garrett had crossed the line into mental abuse, too. But now, I realized it had gone even further. To mental and physical abuse. Garrett had hit Grant enough after Grant "failed" him, that my boyfriend, who'd stared down some of the scariest people in the world without fear, stood next to me trembling, caught between a rock and a hard place.

"Think things through here, Ward," said Garrett, continuing his slow walk towards us. "Either you kill her, or I do. Weaknesses are unacceptable, especially now that we've come out of the shadows. A happy ending doesn't exist to this love story that came from your lies at SHIELD. So don't be stupid, son. Don't make this worse on yourself than it has to be-"

My hand moved before my brain actually registered what I was doing. I grabbed the gun out of the holster at Grant's waist, the one I thought he might've decided to use on me only about ten minutes ago, and I levelled it at Garrett. I was aware enough to realize this wasn't an Icer; this had the ability to do lethal damage. And for the first time ever, I decided I didn't care. I shot John Garrett in the chest, twice. He dropped to his knees, the life quickly fading out of him, leaving a crumpled heap on the floor.

The gun fell out of my hand and clattered to the ground, my hands were shaking so bad. I dropped to my knees, a wave roaring in my ears as I stared at Garrett's dead body. Vaguely, I registered tears streaming down my face. What had I just done?

A second later, Grant dropped next to me. His arm wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me to him. Not only had I just killed someone, I'd killed someone important to Grant. In front of him. His abuser, yes, but that wouldn't make it much easier to watch the man he thought saved him die before his eyes.

"Grant... I'm so sorry," I breathed, the words coming out broken around sobs and gulps for air. I shook my head and buried it into his shoulder, the reality of everything washing over me again and again, like waves pounding into the shore. "I can't believe... I just killed someone. I'm so sorry, I... I've always found another way. Always. All life is precious and important, but he was just so rotten- And he was hurting you- I'm so sorry."

I broke, words failing me as I shook, sobbing, head buried in Grant's chest. He wrapped his other arm around me and held me tight, which only made me feel worse. We stayed like that for a few moments, until I finally got a hold of myself enough to look at him. His eyes remained on Garrett's broken form, and it felt like a punch to the gut.

"Grant... how can you be comforting me right now? After what I did to someone you care about, I-"

I broke off again, the words turning into choked sobs as I ducked my head back into his chest. I squeezed my eyes tight, waiting for Grant to come to his senses enough to pull away. Instead, he sighed, and pulled me closer.

"Come on, is that even a real question?" he asked, his words as shaky as both of us combined. "The same way you forgave me for everything I did. I love you. And... if you, of all people, decided the right decision was to shoot John Garrett? ...Well, I don't know. Maybe he was having a worse impact on me than I realized."

I cried harder at that, relief and sadness and a thousand other emotions that had been warring in my chest all day coming together to be processed as one. After a few moments, I felt Grant's shaky breathing and a few drops of wetness on the top of my head as he cried silently with me. Grief for a lot of things gripped us both, but at least we could cling to each other.

A few long minutes later, we finally pulled apart and helped each other to stand. We were both still shaking, and I did my best to stand between Grant and Garrett's body. It felt wrong to keep my back to Garrett, to let myself avoid facing what I'd done, but I just couldn't make myself do it.

Wordlessly, we wandered back up to the main level of the Bus. Raina still waited here somewhere, but we didn't see her, and we didn't seek her out as we headed for the cockpit. With a few looks, we both knew exactly what we wanted and needed to do. I held Grant's hand tight in my own as we had the Quinjet set down immediately, in the middle of a field in Oklahoma. Neither of us wanted to be on board a second longer.

We walked out of the cockpit and towards the ramp in the back, avoiding any of the cargo bay where so much had happened. We found Raina in the living room, but she didn't try to stop us. Hand in hand, Grant and I walked off the ramp and out into the field. A moment later, the plane took off again, continuing on its original course and leaving us behind.

Grant tugged me closer to him and wrapped an arm around me, and we leaned on each other as the plane disappeared into the sky. Both of us still shook a little, and we were each the only thing keeping the other standing. After a minute, once the plane completely disappeared from sight, Grant spoke in a quiet voice.

"So... what do we do now?"

"...I guess we just start walking."

I looked up at him and our eyes connected for a few moments, holding each other's stares and trying to promise the other that everything would be okay. With Garrett gone, now more than ever, there was nothing stopping us from leaving all the hurt and bad memories behind, and starting over somewhere new. With any luck, Raina would tell people we were dead along with John Garrett, and that would be the end of our involvement with SHIELD and Hydra.

For now, though, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the man standing beside me as we turned, our backs to the plane and its path, and started walking towards our new future, hand in hand and one foot in front of the other.

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

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

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

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

Spoilers for Agents Of SHIELD 1x17–1x20

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

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

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

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

It was a late afternoon when it happened.

Practically night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ward Is Hydra.

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

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

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

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

Wrong!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mainly Amelia’s heart.

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

———

The next 48 hours was a world wind..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What happened?”

“You really asking me that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

Do you trust me?

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

She knows. He knows.

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

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

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

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

“You killed people.”

“And you haven’t?”

“I..”

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

“Were you ever gonna tell me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know, baby. I know..”

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

“W-where you going?” She asked.

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

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

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

‘He’s coming to you.’ She messaged

She responded, ‘On it. You okay?’

‘Will be..’

‘Okay.’

———

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

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

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

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

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

Of course she was a mess!

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

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this is where the rest of our life begins - PART SIX

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pairing - l. fitz x g. ward

rating - teen and up (for part six: mpreg, boys in love, alpha grant ward, omega leo fitz, a/b/o dynamics, aos season 1, established relationship, fluff, domestic fluff, implied sexual content, possessive grant?, a little angsty)

word count - 4,067

summary - fitzward and a little vaycay!! whooo! plus a surprise...maybe two surprises??

how far along is fitz - 20 weeks

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The next day...

Grant rapped his knuckles against Coulson's office door, Leo shuffling up behind him. "Come in!" The Omega inside called. Ward slid through the doorway, holding the door open for his boyfriend. They both sat in front of his desk, Grant crossing his legs. "Yes?" Coulson asked, slowly dragging his eyes up from his paperwork.

The Alpha's eyebrows twitched down for a moment. "Leo and I were wondering if we could get some time off to go on a trip. Like, three days?" He started.

Coulson leaned forward on his desk, crossing his arms. "Why?"

"I think Leo needs a change of scenery. He's couped up in the Bus all day and has developed an-" Grant paused, glancing at his Omega. "An aversion to blood."

Leo nods, looking at their superior. "Well, I never really liked it in the first place, but now that I'm pregnant, seeing blood just makes me sick."

Coulson didn't say anything for a beat. "Where were you thinking?" Grant spoke excitedly about a destination as Coulson grabbed a sheet of paper from a drawer. He filled out the form before sliding it over to Leo and Grant. They both initialed the bottom before Leo excused himself and rushed to the bathroom.

"He alright?" The Omega asked, taking the handed-back form.

"Just fine. Random urges to pee. At least I know he's drinking water." Grant stood, ironing out the wrinkles in his dark jeans.

The older man nodded. "When are you leaving?"

"As soon as possible, I suppose. A rented car should be here in a few hours."

"Alright, well, have fun. Keep Leo safe and stay out of trouble." Coulson warned, his inner Omega still worried for Leo's safety with this older Alpha.

Grant nodded, "Yes, sir." He pushed in his chair slightly and walked out of the room.

A day and a half later...

Grant opened the cabin door, heaving heavily. He went straight to the fridge, grasping a cold water bottle and chugging it. His heartbeat slowed, and the brunette wiped his mouth with a sweaty hand. A bump from the bedroom made him pause, calling out, "Leo?"

The hairs on his neck stood straight in the cold silence before a weak "Help" was the reply.

"Oh my god," Ward said, forcefully setting down the bottle before rushing down the hall. He found Leo sitting on the bedroom floor, his t-shirt riding up and tears falling down his pale cheeks.

The Omega sniffed and put his hands in the air. "I slipped off the bed." This claim was confirmed by the bed scarf half on the carpet. "My back hurts." Fitz rubbed his eyes, lip trembling. "And now I can't get up!" He wailed.

"Oh, baby." Grant cooed, grabbing some tissues from the nightstand and crouching before his boyfriend. The Alpha wiped at his tears, whispering sweet nothings to calm the scientist down. Leo sniffled again as he looked into Ward's deep brown eyes. The other smiled, tilting up the shorter's chin and kissing him. Grant licked his lips when he pulled away. "Mmm. Flavor?"

"Cherry." The younger held up a tube of red chapstick pulled from his pocket.

The Alpha hummed. "Makes you even more delicious." He got up, reaching down his hands for Leo's and pulling.

They both worked Leo to his feet, Grant pulling Leo in for a hug. "Ah, Grant, you're too sweet. And sweaty." Leo wrinkled his nose, pushing Grant away. "God, take a shower."

Ward dropped his mouth open in mock offense. "Hey, you used to like me like this. I saw you before we started dating. All the staring." Ward gripped the hem of his shirt, pulling it off.

"Just...couldn't...help...myself." Leo swooned as his boyfriend stripped down to his boxers, looking at all of him. "How do you think I got this way?" He asked, gesturing to the growing bump of his belly.

"Am I just that," Grant paused, striking a pose. "Irresistible?"

Leo sat gingerly on the bed, giggling to himself, "I'm just here for the muscles; sorry, babe." He grabbed a book from the side table, shifting more into the center of the mattress.

The brunette made an offended sound from the connected bathroom as the shower started. "Tell that to the 'I love you' you said earlier."

"That was just because you made me a sandwich!" Fitz shouted over the running water. Eventually, the handle turned, and the pitter-patter ceased. Grant walked out, a towel around his middle and one in his hand, drying his hair, droplets of moisture dripping between his abs.

Leo groaned when he looked up, "Okay, can you stop being sexy for, like, six months, please? Seriously the next time we have sex, I will get pregnant again, just because you're so damn attractive."

The Alpha laughed, "While I appreciate the compliments, babe, I'm sure the only reason you got pregnant this time is because the condom broke."

Leo's face screwed up into one of confusion. "What? No, we didn't even have a condom. I also told you I hadn't gotten another birth control prescription yet. But you said it was fine." He stopped looking at Grant, rambling. "Yeah, we definitely had too much wine that night. Wow, you really 'knocked me up,' huh? How have we not had this conversation earlier?"

Grant shrugged. "I guess we were talking about different encounters."

Leo shook his head, sipping on a cup of decaf tea.

Ward finished drying his hair and hung up the small towel on a hook. "Hey, um, I need to talk to you about something."

"Alright, but you need to put on some clothes first."

Grant rolled his eyes as he pulled on a shirt and basketball shorts, sitting beside his boyfriend on the bed. "I-" He stopped, taking a breath. "I really don't know how to say this."

The Omega frowned, setting his tea and book down. "Are you breaking up with me?"

"What, no. No! I'm not. It's worse than that. Just- don't interrupt, please?" Grant took a deep breath. "Do you know what Hydra is?"

Leo's eyes narrowed, and ever the educated student, responded, "A terrorist organization from Nazi Garmany. Found the Tesseract and fought Captain America, yeah. Why?"

"Well, Captain America destroyed it, right? During the end of World War Two?"

The younger was growing uncomfortable. "Yes? Grant, what is going on? You're scaring me."

Grant just blurted it out all at once. "S.H.I.E.L.D. is a lie. It's really Hydra, and I became Hydra when my old mentor, John Garrett, recruited me. I'm part of Hydra, Leo."

The cabin was silent for a good seven seconds. "What. What!" Leo picked up his book again and started hitting Ward over the head with it. The hardcover impacted with the other's skull loudly. "Why would you tell me that!"

"I wanted to tell you before I told Coulson and the rest of the team!" He managed between hits. "Ow. Ow! Stop, Leo! I want to get rid of them!"

Leo's eyes widened dangerously, and he increased the force of his beratement. "You want to get rid of the team?!"

"No, no. Baby, please listen!" Grant grabbed Leo's wrists, roughly pinning them above his head with great Alpha strength. He tossed the book to the side and knelt over his Omega. "I went to juvie for trying to burn my parent's house down. They abused me and my brothers. Christian-"

Ward's face turned to one of rage, releasing his boyfriend's hands and sliding off the bed. He faced the window, leaning against the wood-paneled wall. "My older brother would make me beat up my younger brother Thomas and- and- They sent me to a military academy. I was so mad I stole a car and drove home. I lit the place up, not knowing Christian was inside, and he almost burned to death. It's what he deserved. I got arrested, and he wanted me tried as an adult for the maximum sentence." Grant turned back to Leo, his eyes watery. "John came to the prison and talked to me, eventually breaking me out, to teach me 'how to be a man.'

"He took me out to the woods and then just left me there. For two months to survive on my own. He didn't come back for six." The Alpha glanced down at his wringing hands.

"Oh, Grant." Leo pressed a hand over his rapidly beating heart, the conflicting feelings of anger and sorrow confusing the Omega.

"Anyway, he came back and then taught me to be a cold-hearted killer. And I became loyal to him, and still am, I guess. But not Hydra. You softened me up, Leopold." Grant returned to the bed, cupping Leo's face and kissing him gently. "I'm loyal to you, my Omega, and now I'm loyal to our pup. And that outweighs everything. I love you, and I want to take down Hydra with you."

The brunette's tears fell against Fitz's cheeks as Leo pulled him in again, gripping Ward's wrists to press their mouths back together.

"God, sure, sure, baby."

Leo wetted his lips as Grant set the pizza box on the table. He sat opposite the dirty blonde. "Hey, how about the zoo tomorrow?"

"The zoo?" Leo asked, the box already open and a large slice in his mouth.

The Alpha chuckled quietly, pulling a piece of pizza onto his plate. "Yeah, I never got to go as a kid, and I've always wanted to see a polar bear." He twirled some of the stringy cheese on his finger. Leo looked at him disgustedly as his partner picked up a fork and knife, cutting into a slice.

"What?" Grant said around a bite.

"Why are you eating it so..." The Omega struggled to find a word. "Properly?"

"What are you talking about?" The brunette's eyebrows pulled together.

"You are one of the least-mannered people I know, and you're eating your pizza with a fork and knife." Leo crossed his arms as he sat back in his chair, a smile playing on his lips.

Grant set down his silverware. "Am I not allowed to have some class occasionally?"

Leo snorted. "Class? For one, not one minute ago, you were talking with a full mouth. And, two, we're not in a fancy restaurant. There is no reason to do that if we're the only ones here."

"I don't like the grease, okay?" He sounded embarrassed. Leo snickered across the table when Grant's eyes narrowed, and he tapped a napkin across the surface of the pizza. He started full-out laughing when Ward picked a piece of pepperoni off it. "Stop laughing!" Grant tried around a hard-to-fight smile.

Later, after Leo had laughed at Grant while he ate half the pizza, after they got into a pepperoni fight, and after the dirty blonde curled up to his partner in the queen-sized bed, Leo brought up the zoo. "So, the zoo?"

Grant was tracing figure-eights into his Omega's skin. "Yeah, I know there's one around here somewhere. Could be fun." He replied quietly.

Leo closed his eyes after a long day. "Okay. I want to look in the gift shop for one of those giant giraffes for her. I always wanted one when I went with my mom." His voice became more gruff as sleep seeped into it.

The Alpha stopped listening after he heard, "Her?"

Leo's eyes snapped open as he realized what he had said. "Oh- yeah. I looked at the letter." His face flooded with guilt. "I couldn't wait. I'm so sorry, Grant." He shifted to sit against the headboard, turning on the lamp before laying a hand on his bump.

Ward broke a smile, pushing the covers back and kneeling on the bed. "Sorry?" He said in bewilderment. "A girl? We're having a baby girl?" He whispered, pressing his palms against his Omega's womb.

"Yeah," Leo nodded, his eyes welling up with tears. Ward sat up to hug him, kissing the side of his neck. "I can't wait."

They held the embrace for a while, with Leo stroking his partner's back in comfort. "I guess we should get some sleep." Grant groaned, pulling away slowly.

"Well, here." The dirty blonde reached to shut off the light and laid back flat on the bed, pulling Grant with him to lay on his chest. From this angle, the Alpha could hear his heartbeat, and in the deep quiet, he faintly heard their pup's as well. He shut his eyes and hummed in contentment.

"I guess it's kinda weird for just two adults to go to the zoo," Grant said to Leo as he smiled at the attendant and walked on.

Leo scoffed. "Nah, zoos aren't just for kids. Some of them have those ski-lift thingys."

"'Thingys?' Did Doctor Leopold Fitz just use the word 'thingys?'"

Grant laughed as his Omega lightly hit him on the chest. "What would you rather I say? Apparatus? Mechanism? Phenomenon?"

"Alright, alright." The brunette's hand slid into Leo's as they walked toward the first exhibit. "Let's go see the elephants."

The pair looked at all sorts of exotic animals - flamingos from the Middle East, giraffes from South Africa, lemurs from Madagascar - and took pictures with all of them. Leo was struggling to keep his lunch down from the smell, so they cut the visit short and headed to the gift shop.

"Hey, I'm gonna go find the bathroom. Are you alright?" Grant checked in with his boyfriend, some of the color returning to Leo's face after coming inside.

The dirty blonde took a few careful sips of water, nodding. "Yeah, yeah, go ahead." His Alpha gently kissed his temple before walking away. Leo slowly explored the shop, searching for the one thing he had come for. Although the shop was small, it was packed with souvenirs. Leo passed T-shirts, small metal tokens, a half-broken set of matching coffee mugs, and finally, the stuffed animals. He crouches to look at the bottom shelf where the stuffed giraffes sit motionless. In the row of various sizes, he chooses the largest one. The seated giraffe is about two feet tall and soft as fur. The Omega snuggles it immediately and returns to standing.

Leo hears muffled talking on the other side of the shop, recognizing his boyfriend's voice. He travels toward it and finds Grant and an older woman holding hands with a young pup. The pup is turned away from his grandma and is sucking on a lollipop. "Hey, babe," Leo says as he reaches the small group.

Grant lights up when he sees his Omega and turns to the woman to introduce them. "Marge, this is my Omega. Leo, meet Marge-" Marge and Leo shake hands, exchanging knowing Omega smiles. "And Marge's grandson, Jason." The pup swivels his head at the sound of his name. The Alpha continues to talk to the woman as Leo squats down to Jason's level.

"Hi, Jason, I'm Leo." The Omega puts on his best friendly smile, watching Jason fidget where he stands.

Jason shyly smiles back, taking the stuffed monkey off his shoulder to play with it. "Leo." He says.

"Yeah. How old are you, Jason?" The pup thinks for a moment before holding up six fingers. Leo gasps loudly. "Six?! I thought you were five!" Jason giggles, his bright blue eyes shining.

Soon enough, Jason and Marge leave, the older woman wishing them luck and handing Grant a gift. In the car, Leo grabs the gift bag. "What did she give you?" He asks.

Grant hits the turn signal, slowing down for a stop sign. "It's called 'Letters to My Baby.' It's full of prompts to write to your pup. I thought we could try it out. It sounds fun."

"Okay." Leo flips through the horizontal book. He stops at the sixth prompt. "'Your first home was like this...' Oh, Grant. This is amazing."

The Alpha throws a smile at the passenger seat and laces their fingers together on the center console. "You're amazing."

"Leo, honey!" Grant called, adjusting his dress collar in the hallway mirror. "We're going to be late!" He can hear shuffling from the bedroom and then a whispered swear. Leo steps into the living room, his hair slightly ruffled and hands on his hips. The dirty blonde's button-up is half done, and he looks mildly disheveled.

"Damn. Grant, have you seen my sweater? I swear I left it on a chair in the bedroom." Leo continues talking, moving around the small cabin and pulling up couch cushions. The Alpha has long stopped listening, only paying attention to the window of Leo's skin on display and how the tight fabric hugs his boyfriend's body: Leo's thin waist and starting-to-swell belly. The brunette's mouth has dropped open, and saliva floods it quickly. "Grant!" Leo shouts across the room, confused and worried about his Alpha's rigid stance.

Grant very suddenly strides towards the other, sliding a strong hand into Leo's hair and pulling him in for a bruising kiss. Leo, startled, slowly reciprocates, grasping onto Grant's suit jacket. The Alpha backs them up, pushing his Omega's back against the wall. "What has gotten into you?" Leo whispers breathlessly when Grant breaks away.

"Fuck, fuck," Is all Grant manages, desperately breathing in Leo's scent as he kisses down the Omega's pale neck. "Baby," He tries. "Baby, you look so hot. My pup in you- growing by the day." Grant sticks his leg between the shorter's thighs, rutting against Leo's warm figure. "So fucking... hot-"

Leo's jaw slacks, and his eyes roll back in his head. "G- Grant. Alpha-"

The brunette growls, biting the skin by Leo's clavicle. "Say it again."

Leo whimpers, his Omega's submissive side roaring up. "Alpha, Alpha, Alpha!" He chants. Grant grins, his canine teeth shining in the low light.

A few minutes later, both pairs of men's pants had been changed, and Leo ran a hand through his hair, only adding to the mess of his curls. Despite their effort, the dirty blond's lips are still ruby red and kiss-bitten, a few hickeys now decorating his throat. Grant shows no evidence that anything happened besides a wrinkled shirt and a smirk.

When they approach the hostess's stand, her eyebrows raise, and her eyes widen. Grant laces his fingers with Leo's, smiling wider. "Reservation for Ward?"

"U-um. Yes, sirs, please follow me."

"Ah, the lovebirds return!" Jemma exclaims when Grant and Leo enter the Bus. Leo sighs, having missed his best friend. Grant leaves them with a kiss to Leo's temple and a wave to Jemma, making his way upstairs. "So," she starts, throwing an arm over her friend's shoulders and leaning in. "Did you get laid?"

"Jemma! Oh my god!"

She grins, holding up her hands in mock surrender. "Hey, I'm just asking!"

"You are so gross!" Leo continues. He sighs again, not able to keep from telling the Alpha everything. "Actually, yeah, I kinda did."

Jemma squeals, pulling Leo into a chair and whispering, "Tell me everything."

Meanwhile, Ward is upstairs trying to find Coulson. Looking up from her spot on the couch, Skye says, "Hey, how was your vacation?"

Grant smiles, blushing slightly. "It was perfect. I-um. I think Leo and I really grew closer."

"That's great, Grant; I'm so glad you're happy."

"I am. Do you know where Coulson is?" Ward asks.

"His office, why?"

"Just need to talk to him. Thanks."

Grant walks toward the Alpha's office, wringing his hands nervously. He sees Coulson as a father figure, just as anyone else, and he knows news like this could break Phil's trust. The door is ajar when Ward steps into the hall. He is just about to knock on the door frame when a voice calls into the silence. "Come in, Agent Ward." The brunette does, entering the office and standing awkwardly.

"Sit, son."

Grant slides into the nearest chair. "How did you know it was me, sir?"

"Old man wisdom." Grant narrows his eyes and opens his mouth to disprove that theory. "I'm just kidding. May told me you two were back. How was your vacation? How is Leo?"

The young Alpha breathes a sigh of relief, some tension sliding from his shoulders. "It was good. Leo is great. We went to dinner and the zoo. It was really nice."

"That's good. I'm glad. Is there any reason you came up here, Agent Ward?"

Ah, the inevitable. Grant shifts in his seat. "Yeah, to tell you we're back- and- S.H.I.E.L.D. is Hydra!" He exclaims.

The room is silent for a beat.

"I-I'm sorry, what was that?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D. isn't S.H.I.E.L.D., it's Hydra. The Nazi organization, from y'know, World War Two?"

Coulson's expression doesn't change. "Why are you telling me this?"

Oh, right. Ward pauses. "Well, because, I'm part of Hydra, and we're kind of planning to take over the world."

Coulson rises from his seat and walks around the desk. "So, you're telling me that a terrorist organization from over seventy years ago is planning to take over the world, and you're somehow part of it."

"Yes, sir, and I know-"

The Omega's fist connects with Ward's face, and he falls to the floor, unconscious.

Hours later, Leo is getting ready for bed and realizes he hasn't seen his boyfriend for the better part of the day. "Hey, Skye," He knocks on the doorframe to her cabin. "Have you seen Grant?" She shakes her head, and Leo moves to leave.

"Ask May or Coulson." Leo sticks his head back in the door. "They probably know." He smiles, waving at the Beta as he walks away.

"Thanks!"

He finds May up in the cockpit, reading up on some thug they just dropped off. "Hey, May, do you know where Grant is? I haven't seen him all day." She slowly looks up from her tablet, leveling him with an emotionless stare.

"Welcome back, Fitz. Agent Grant is in the Cage with Coulson." The Alpha turns back to her tablet, clearly done with the conversation.

The dirty blonde exits the cockpit, his eyebrows drawing together. "Okay," he whispers to himself, holding the "o" for a moment. Leo makes his way towards the back of the plane. He pulls open the large door to find Coulson sitting across from a roughed-up Grant.

Leo's head cocks, and he lets the door slip closed, trying to connect the dots. He rushes to his partner's side, gently turning his Alpha's bruised face towards his own. "My god, what did you do to him?!"

Coulson sits back in the metal chair, crossing his arms. "He is a traitor, Agent Fitz; he does not deserve any other treatment."

The Omega blinks at him, appalled by the team leader's behavior. Pulling out a loose tissue from his jeans, Leo dabs at Grant's sliced lip. "He told you about Hydra, didn't he."

"Something like that." The other Omega responds, the smell of anger filling the air.

"You better stop that 'cause I can only imagine he didn't get to tell you the full story." Leo turns back to Grant, silently asking for permission to tell Coulson. Grant nods slowly, which doesn't help the pounding in his ears. "Grant had a... rough childhood." Leo flits his fingers over the other's swollen eye with a feather-light touch. With sorrow and gentle rage in his eyes, the Omega continues, "His older brother bullied him and his younger brother. His just-as-awful parents sent him to a military academy. And in a fit of I'd say justified rage, he went AWOL and burned his family home down. As Leo kept talking, but Grant could only focus on the love and acceptance of his past in Leo's eyes.

When Leo finishes, Coulson asks, "And you believe him?" The Omega whips his head toward the brunette, as if the idea of not believing his boyfriend had never occurred to him.

"What?"

"Agent Fitz, if he's Hydra, he could easily have just fabricated that whole story." Coulson leans in, gesturing at Grant like he's a piece of meat.

Leo is silent, turning to his Alpha. Grant sees the small question on his face and breaks eye contact. "No. No, it's the truth. I believe him." Leo presses a chaste kiss to his partner's lips.

Coulson sighs, narrowing his eyes and shaking his head. "Alright. If you believe Ward, I believe him too." Leo's face brightens, and their team leader moves to stand. "Let's get this party started."

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Aos sorcerers apprentice au

Fitz. Dave

Jemma. Becky

Phil. Balthazar

Melinda. Veronica

Garrett. Horvath

Ward. Drake

#agents of shield #the sorcerer's apprentice #leopold fitz #david stutler #jemma simmons #rebecca barnes #fitzsimmons #david x rebecca #phil coulson #balthazar blake #melinda may #veronica gorloisen #philinda #john garrett #maxim horvath #anti grant ward #drake stone

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Bombshell [B. Barnes] - 1

Pairing: British S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent!Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: swearing probably, (legal) consumption of alcohol, I think that’s it for this chapter?

Word Count: 6.3K

a/n: SO stands for Supervising Officer, not Significant Other. See end of chapter for more notes.

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It had been months since you had followed Coulson's team onto their giant plane and flew to Nick Fury's secret base. You had parted with the team when Hill arrived at the base and offered you immunity as well as an opportunity to continue working with herself and Natasha which you gladly took, but not before making it clear to Coulson that you would always be loyal to SHIELD and that he should contact you if he needed anything.

It hadn't taken long for him to take you up on that offer.

You had been walking out of the Avengers Tower about a month later, having finished work for the day, when you got the call from a private number. Calls from private numbers were common in your line of work so you hadn't thought anything of it when you picked up.

"Agent Y/L/N?"

"Coulson?" you were shocked to hear his voice. You knew you had said to call if SHEILD needed anything but in truth you had assumed the organization would die out once Coulson and his team had settled their score with Grant Ward and John Garrett.

"Remember when you said to call if I needed anything?"

"Distinctly, sir."

"Again with the 'sir,'" Coulson chuckled, reminding you of his request back at the Hub. "There's a car waiting for you out front if you're interested in hearing me out."

You sighed as you stepped out onto the crowded Manhattan pavement. "Coulson, surely you understand why I wouldn't get into a vehicle with someone I didn't know."

"I do understand," Coulson responded just as you looked up, locking eyes with the man. "That's why I'm driving."

Phil Coulson was parked in front of Avengers Tower in a 1962 red Chevy Corvette.

"You're letting me ride in Lola?" You gasped excitedly, knowing how much Phil Coulson prized his antique car. "You must really want my help."

"Well, don't get too comfortable," He said as you buckled your seatbelt, "I'm going to have to blindfold you."

"Coulson where exactly are we going?"

"SHIELD's new secret headquarters."

"You resurrected SHIELD?" You couldn't keep the excitement from your voice. Being a SHIELD agent was all you had ever known and the month in which you had presumed it dead was devastating, but hearing that the organization was still operating, albeit in secret, provided you with a sense of relief you couldn't quite explain.

"With Fury's blessing," Coulson responded with a grin before faltering. "I assume you know Fury's alive?"

"It seems I can't stop working with men who are supposed to be dead but aren't." She quipped.

"I suppose you're right." Coulson conceded lightly before returning to business. "I'd like to take you to see the new HQ and meet the team but until you agree to sign on, I'm afraid its location will have to remain a secret."

He held out a blindfold and you sighed reluctantly but took it nonetheless.

"Won't it look a little suspicious, me sitting clearly blindfolded in your convertible?" You questioned, unintentionally stalling putting on the blindfold. "You didn't have any other vehicles available with a bit more discretion?"

"Oh, I could've taken one of the SUVs, but it's like you said: I really want your help."

___

The base was amazing. Originally Peggy Carter's S.S.R. facility, the Playground had been renovated to provide any and everything the underground organization could need. Upon their arrival, Coulson had given you a full tour of the facility, starting with the massive hanger, then the labs, gym, living quarters, and holding cells. The Playground felt homier than the Hub, with its brick walls and warm tones, but it certainly wasn't any less technologically advanced.

"So, director, where do I sign on?" You asked as you sat across from Coulson in his office.

"Nowhere, yet," Coulson answered, leaning back in his desk chair. "I'd like you to meet the team first."

"Coulson, I already love your team. It would be an honor to work with them again."

"Yes, well, the team looks a little different these days." Coulson checked his watch. "They should be ready for you now."

You followed the director out of his office and back to the communal kitchen and living room where Coulson seemed to have gathered all his agents.

"We have a few agents out on assignment, but for the most part this is SHIELD" He explained as they stood in the entranceway.

You were a bit underwhelmed by the turnout; only about a dozen agents filled the room, nothing compared to the organization's previous size.

"I know it's not much," Coulson continued, noticing the look of dismay on your face, "We're doing our best to rebuild, trying to recruit as many agents as we can. That's where you come in."

You were broken-hearted to see your beloved organization reduced to a handful of agents but it had only been a month you rationalized, and not many people were likely willing to work for what the United States government had deemed a terrorist organization.

"I already told you I was ready to sign on, Coulson. You're the one who's postponing that."

"You're right." Coulson smiled guiltily, turning to get the attention of his agents. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet our newest addition, Agent Y/N Y/L/N. She hasn't officially signed on yet so be nice to her until she does."

You laughed at that before Coulson gestured for you to go mingle. You immediately beelined for the first familiar face you saw.

"Trip!" You greeted the man excitedly, thrilled, though not surprised, to see that he was still apart of the organization.

"Agent Y/L/N!" He turned to greet you in return. "I hope you're not going to pull a gun on me this time." He teased, referring back to when you had last met at the Hub.

"As long as I have no reason to suspect you're Hydra then you ought to be safe." You quipped back, slightly shocked that you were able to joke about such a traumatic day. "And please, for the love of Christ, call me Y/N."

"Sorry, old habits die hard I guess." Trip apologized sincerely before going right back to their teasing banter. "Now, it's been good to see you, but I'm pretty sure the point of us all being here was for you to get to know the agents you haven't already threatened."

You rolled your eyes in exasperation, though the smile on your face gave away the insincerity of the action. You had only had a few days on the Bus and at the Providence base to truly get to know each other but you knew Trip was a good man and you enjoyed his presence.

"At least go get a beer," Trip said, nodding towards the fridge.

You nodded, agreeing to his idea and insisting you catch up later before heading across the room, though you didn't even make it to the fridge before you was stopped by another agent, this one unfamiliar.

"So, Coulson's got the British Bombshell working for SHIELD again." The deep voice rumbled from behind you and you turned to face the large black man.

"I see my reputation precedes me," You said with a small chuckle, always surprised when people knew who you were, "though I prefer to go by Y/N." You stuck your hand out for the man to shake.

"Mack," the man shared, grasping your hand in a firm shake.

"Well, Mack, I was just going to grab a beer. Would you like one?" You offered, leading the way to the fridge as you chatted. As it turned out Mack was the new head of mechanics, though he wasn't new to SHEILD.

"Going straight for a beer? A woman after my own heart." A British voice spoke out as you turned from the fridge with two beers in hand.

The man nimbly snatched one of the bottles from your hand and Mack rolled his eyes, indicating that this happened often, you handed him the remaining beer before turning back to grab one for yourself. You took a moment to examine the man as you uncapped the bottle. He contrasted with Mack, the white man dwarfed by the other agent's height and built frame. He didn't look like a typical SHIELD agent with his scruffy beard and unrefined physique and you wondered if he was a completely new hire.

"I didn't know Coulson hired another Brit before he even tried to recruit me." You needled as you sipped your beer.

"Ah, finally a familiar accent!" The man exclaimed, "It was starting to feel a little lonely around here. I'm Hunter."

"Y/N." You introduced, shaking hands with the scruffy-faced man. "It can't be too lonely, though, what about FitzSimmons?"

"Isn't much talking from them around here anymore, is there?" Hunter said brashly, assuming that you were already aware of what had happened.

Mack, however, had gone silent, a somber expression on his face.

"There was... an accident." Mack finally spoke. "They both made it out but Fitz has some brain damage and Simmons left."

"Brain damage? But Fitz is still here?" You asked, deciding you would ask Coulson for the details later.

The men nodded, Hunter jerking his head towards the lab across the hall.

"He has issues speaking and using his hands," Mack explained when he saw the pained look on your face as you watched the man wander around, looking lost in his own lab. "He's been isolating himself."

You nodded, setting your half-finished beer on the countertop and excusing yourself, making your way across the hall.

Like with Trip, you had only had a few days with Leo Fitz but he and Simmons had been so warm and friendly towards you, thrilled to have another Brit traveling with them. The three of them had clicked together immediately and it pained you to see that all torn apart.

"Hey, Fitz." You said cautiously as you entered the lab and the man in question spun around.

"Agent... uh... agent-" He stammered, shaking his hand anxiously as he tried to come up with her last name but failed.

"Y/N." You corrected softly, smiling at your friend.

"No, that's not..." He protested, reaching his hands up to grasp his head in frustration.

"Fitz, it's okay." You placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I don't want you to call me Agent Y/L/N. We're not colleagues passing in the field, you know me. It's Y/N."

"Y/N." Fitz nodded, relaxing his posture, his hands hanging limply at his sides.

You quickly fell into silence after that, Fitz struggling with words and you unsure of how to navigate the issue. You ended up standing side by side watching as the other agents milled around across the hall. The silence had become comfortable as you stood together, merely observing.

"I'm so glad to be back." You sighed happily, resting your head on Fitz's shoulder.

"But it's, uh, it's different now." Fitz stuttered out harshly, straightening up and causing your head to fall from his shoulder.

You reached out a hand comfortingly, placing it on his shoulder.

"Different doesn't have to be a bad thing."

"I have... I have to." He turned his back to her as he gestured frustratedly towards the lab, unable to come up with the right words.

"Of course, you have work to do." You tried not to be upset by the sudden harshness, you knew he was struggling to adjust. "I'll leave you to it."

You made your way back across the hall, hoping to find Coulson and ask what had happened to SHIELD's most famous scientist duo. However, when you found the director, he was accompanied by an older and shorter man who you recognized immediately.

"Agent Koenig... you're alive?" You managed to get out through your shock. You had seen Agent Koenig's dead body for yourself at Providence. "I thought Ward had killed you at Providence!"

"That was my brother, Eric, actually." The Agent said somberly, though he switched back to chipper in an instant. "I'm Billy Koenig."

"I'm so sorry for your loss Agent Koenig," You spoke sincerely, a frown on your face as you introduced yourself. "I'm-"

"The British Bombshell," Billy gushed, shaking your hand excitedly. "Agent Y/N Y/L/N. Can I get a picture?"

"I beg your pardon?" You gasped, slightly affronted. It was one thing to know your name and your accomplishments but you felt strongly that your line of work shouldn't inspire fandom.

"We'll need a picture of you for your lanyard," Billy explained and you nodded sheepishly.

The picture only took a matter of seconds and you were glad you had been coming off a day at work and not your day off. This way you at least looked presentable.

"Sir- Coulson," you corrected, hoping to get away from Billy, something about the Koenigs unnerved you. "It's been lovely seeing the facilities and meeting the team but I have a job to go to in the morning and we still have a contract to discuss."

They returned to the director's office, passing Mack and Hunter who were now thoroughly engaged in a video game as some of the other agents crowded around to watch. You stopped to hug Skye on your way out of the room, promising the girl that you'd make time to catch up next time you were on base.

"Sir, what happened to Fitz?" You blurted out once they were in the hallway, unable to contain the question that had been nagging you.

"Ward dropped him and Simmons into the ocean in a storage container." You gasped. "They managed to escape but Fitz went nine minutes without oxygen. He's got brain damage, but he's been making very slow improvements. A month ago he couldn't even speak."

"With all due respect, sir, why isn't Ward dead yet?" You asked, your own blood boiling from learning what the traitorous bastard had done, you couldn't even imagine how Coulson's team had to be feeling.

"Because I'd rather watch him suffer in a cell," Coulson answered curtly, taking a seat at his desk. "Now, about that contract."

As it turned out, Coulson had already been in contact with Hill and Fury to work out a system so that you could continue to work for both organizations. You were relieved by this, as it meant you wouldn't have to go through the hassle of making all the arrangements, however, with all of your employers aware of your position, you knew you'd be asked to share classified information as there was no way the Avengers and SHIELD weren't withholding any information from each other.

Coulson explained that you would go back and forth as needed and that SHIELD would provide transportation whenever necessary. Additionally, you would have a room at the base to stay in when you worked with SHIELD as Coulson wanted to limit the frequency of people entering and exiting the base as much as possible to protect its location. You signed immediately.

"I don't suppose that offer of transportation starts now?"

Coulson held up Lola's keys. "I'll drive you home."

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Though you wouldn't have it any other way, it was certainly difficult working for both organizations. Only Fury and Maria knew of your employment at SHIELD, the organization-- and Coulson's life-- needing to remain a secret from the Avengers. Life was a little easier at the Playground as you were able to tell your colleagues that you worked with the Avengers, however, your work there was highly classified. Not to mention most of the agents weren't aware that Fury was alive and well; another dead man's secret for you to keep.

Secret-keeping aside, working with the Avengers was a bit of a dream itself. There was less fieldwork for you there, the team of well-trained superheroes typically took care of that, but there was still the joy of tracking and taking down Hydra which had become a bit of a passion project for you as of late. Plus, Avengers Tower was fully equipped with a state-of-the-art training facility and plenty of competent sparring partners for when you got too restless at your desk. And really, who wouldn't be thrilled to be working alongside The Avengers? Literal superheroes. It had taken all of your Academy training to maintain your composure when you had first met them.

You had been working at the tower for about a week when Nat had approached you. The Black Widow had been the only Avenger you had seen in that first week, which surprised you as you thought you'd at least meet Tony Stark since you technically worked for him and he owned the building but your paths never crossed. But apparently, on Friday nights the team got together for drinks on the Avengers' floor and it seemed "the team" also included you. You had half-expected to be the only outsider when you stepped off the elevator with Nat that evening but you were relieved to be wrong. The floor's common area was filled with a mixture of heroes and agents, you recognized Sharon Carter at the bar and Callie Hannigan chatting with a few younger agents in one corner. You were relieved to see Callie here, the young scientist was brilliant and there was no question in your mind that Hydra had attempted to recruit her.

Maria had been waiting for the pair by the door, her hair down for once and her usual serious expression relaxed.

"Feels a bit like we're back at the Academy, the three of us at a party together," you remarked nostalgically as you made your way to the bar.

"It's better than the academy," Maria quipped. "This time I won't have to take care of you both when you're hungover tomorrow."

"I don't think I've had a hangover since Nat left the Academy." you teased and Maria laughed knowingly.

"I didn't realize you stopped having fun when I left." The redhead teased back, pouting in faux sympathy.

"Oh, I still had plenty of fun, I just didn't have anyone forcing me to drink vodka all night!"

"Well good thing I'm here, then," Nat said, turning to the bartender to order, "Two vodka sodas please."

"Oh absolutely not!" You protested with a laugh, addressing the bartender yourself. "I'll have a beer please."

"You're no fun."

You and Maria laughed at the sincere pout on the woman's face.

"Sorry Nat, I'm a big girl now," you shrugged with a grin, taking a sip of your beer, "I don't let the girl from across the hall bully me into doing shots with her in the boiler room."

You could tell Natasha was ready with another clever quip to throw back at you but you were fortunately saved from hearing it.

"Romanoff, aren't you going to introduce us to your beautiful friend?" The three of you turned your heads at the comment and you were unsurprised to see that Tony Stark was behind it.

He was standing closer to the middle of the room with the rest of the Avengers, all of whom were now staring at the three of you.

"Well, I suppose now is as good a time as any for you to meet the team." Maria shrugged, and Nat led the way over to the group of men.

"Tony Stark," The man introduced, suavely kissing the back of your hand with a wink. "Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist."

"Extra emphasis on the 'playboy' part I suppose," You smirked, not swooning in the way that you assumed many other women did when met with that greeting.

Tony's ears seemed to perk up at the sound of your accent. "Cap, she's just your type!"

Steve Rogers, who was engaged in a conversation with a man you assumed to be Sam Wilson, turned at the comment but only to roll his eyes at the man.

"Oh come on!" Tony whined, throwing his arms up at his team. "Romanoff and Hill bring a gorgeous British woman to the party and none of you are even paying attention!"

"For the record, Nat and Maria didn't bring me. I was invited as a member of your organization." You said pointedly, growing tired of being underestimated and dismissed as just a pretty face.

"You work here?" Tony balked slightly and you nodded, doing your best not to stare at the man like he was a lunatic. "Shit, I am so sorry. Jesus this is an HR nightmare."

"You can relax Mr. Stark, I have no intention of reporting you to HR." you laughed lightly, hoping to diffuse the tension. "Though I really would suggest you avoid underestimating every beautiful woman who walks through your door, some of us could kill you without breaking a nail."

"I suppose you hired her?" Tony asked Maria, giving the woman a pointed look.

"Trained her myself back in the day," Maria smirked proudly.

"Hey! I helped!" Nat pouted.

"Yeah, helped her get into trouble." Maria shot back with a cheeky grin and Natasha gasped, mouth dropping open.

"Come on, Chris," she said, grabbing your wrist to pull you away from Maria and Tony. "I have cooler people to introduce you to."

You laughed as you followed your friend away from Maria and Tony. The redhead practically dragged you over to the two superheroes having a conversation a few feet away. You stood idly by as Nat greeted the pair before your friend finally brought the attention to you.

"Captain America, Falcon, meet the British Bombshell." Nat introduced you, and if you hadn't been so starstruck you might've rolled your eyes at the nickname. "Y/N Y/L/N, meet Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson."

"Captain Rogers, glad you're not still missing in the Potomac." You smiled in a way that you hoped was confident as you shook the super soldier's hand. Your hand shook slightly in his and you knew it caused your usually firm handshake to weaken.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you realized you should've also greeted his companion but the Captain America was standing in front of you and you suddenly had tunnel vision.

"I thought that was highly classified SHIELD information?"

"Uh, well, I was a high-ranking SHIELD agent before you took it down, sir." You began talking with your hands, something you only did when you were nervous or anxious. "Nat also brought me in for, uh, information on the w-Winter Soldier."

"That was you?"

"Y-yes, sir."

"The 'sir' really isn't necessary." Steve smiled, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his neck. "I'm just Steve Rogers."

"Right, of course. Sorry." You rushed out an apology, cheeks flushing.

As your conversation fell into silence your brain finally caught up with you and you jumped slightly as you realized how rude you had been.

"I'm so sorry, Sam!" You exclaimed, turning towards the other man. "It's great to meet you."

Throughout your interaction, Natasha had stood to the side, watching with a smirk as her friend stumbled through her words. Nat wasn't sure she had ever seen you this flustered, you were usually very composed and confident.

"Are you okay Agent Y/L/N?" Sam asked softly, clearly noticing your odd behavior despite never having met you before. The part of your brain that was currently failing to inform the rest supposed it was due to his background helping veterans. "Your face is very red and you're shaking."

You quickly placed your hands on your cheeks, immediately feeling the heat coming from them and you blushed even more, embarrassed by how embarrassed you were.

"Oh, Christ," you muttered softly, taking a moment to compose yourself. "I'm alright, thank you for asking, I guess I'm just a little starstruck." You acknowledged honestly, and Steve chuckled lightly while Natasha huffed indignantly.

"That's no fair," Nat whined. "You never act like that when you see me! I'm an Avenger too, y'know!"

Your confidence seemed to be restored slightly by Natasha's entrance into the conversation.

"You've got to be kidding me!" You exclaimed, your turn to be indignant. "I've known you since before you were an Avenger! And I've been learning about Captain America since I was a child!"

"They taught you about World War Two when you were a kid?" Sam interrupted, eyes wide in disbelief.

"No! No, my mom was a history professor." You explained, a mixture of joy and grief in your eyes as you spoke about your mother. "She used to weave history into our bedtime stories, real-life superheroes were kind of an obvious choice for that. I was actually a history major before SHIELD recruited me."

"So I was a bedtime story?" Steve asked curiously, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"A historically accurate bedtime story." You corrected with a smile, your heart still racing but you were finally able to find some composure.

"Agent Y/L/N?" A familiar voice spoke from behind you.

"Agent Barton!" You greeted cheerfully, turning around to greet the man. "How've you been? How are Laura and the kids?"

"You know each other?" Steve questioned, brows furrowed in confusion.

"We worked a few ops together back in the day," Clint explained and you laughed, the missions you shared after your graduated were only the tip of the iceberg.

"I hope you didn't forget all that time at the academy," You smirked.

"Believe me I've tried," Clint groaned. "You guys were my worst nightmare at the academy."

"Wait, I'm sorry, you all went to school together?" Steve asked, seemingly only becoming more confused as the conversation continued. "No offense Clint but aren't you a little too old for that to have happened?"

"Agent Barton used to be an instructor at the Academy," You explained while Clint tried to get over the age comment.

"These two were always doing something stupid or dangerous and Maria was usually a few steps behind trying to stop them," Clint continued, pointing an accusatory finger at you and Natasha.

As the evening progressed you got to know more of the famous Avengers. Unfortunately, you were informed that Thor was off-world at the moment, a fact that bummed you slightly. Though you knew from her time with SHIELD that Thor was merely another alien, you still desperately wanted to meet one of the aliens that inspired Norse mythology. Dr. Banner was much more mellow than you had expected given his big green counterpart, and while he was a pleasant conversationalist, the man was very work-oriented and you noticed he tended to bring up whatever projects he was working on as much as possible.

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Since meeting the Avengers that day you had grown close with many of them, though you suspected your inclusion in the group was mostly Natasha's doing. Steve, Sam, and Nat began regularly joining you for lunch, something you were honored to be apart of as you could tell the three were quite close. Their close-knit team seemed to have adopted you almost immediately after finding out you had helped with their Winter Soldier hunt. It was nice having that sense of family again, and you continued to treasure it even after rejoining your SHIELD family.

You grew particularly close to Steve, the blond super soldier always willing to indulge your curiosities of the past; very few people asked about what life was like back then, always more interested in the serum and what it was like to be a superhero. You were always taught not to believe everything in your history textbooks, "History is written by the victors," your mom would say, reminding you of how biased the textbooks could be, so you sought out first-hand accounts whenever you could, and Steve Rogers held a wealth of information in his young mind and eidetic memory. Steve found your treatment of him refreshing and eagerly entertained your interests and requests, even offering to take you with him on a trip to D.C. to visit Peggy Carter.

The British agent was one of your favorite topics to ask Steve about. You had grown up idolizing Peggy Carter, learning about everything she did to aid the war effort and further women's' rights in your history classes. Your adoration of the woman only grew when you joined SHIELD and learned everything Carter had done in both the S.S.R. and SHIELD, and now you were even working part-time in the woman's old base. After a few months of retelling story after story about Peggy, Steve came up with the idea to bring you with him to meet her, an offer you readily accepted.

"I cannot believe I'm going to meet Peggy Carter," You said breathlessly, your leg shaking anxiously as you sat across from Steve on one of Stark's private jets. "She is my-"

"Idol," Steve finished for you with a smirk, "That's the third time you've said that today and probably the millionth since I offered to let you come with."

You blushed guiltily, hoping you weren’t annoying the man.

"I really can't thank you enough for bringing me along," you said earnestly, "You have no idea how much this means to me."

Your anxious behaviors persisted through the rest of the hour and fifteen-minute flight; it was short compared to the majority of flights you had been on in your life but it felt like an eternity.

A car was waiting for you when the plane touched down which brought you to the hotel you would be staying at overnight. Steve wasn't a huge fan of airplanes and preferred to limit how much time he spent on them each day so even though this was a brief trip that wouldn't take all day, you’d be flying back to New York tomorrow. Once you had dropped your belongings off in your respective hotel rooms you began the journey to Peggy's retirement home.

Steve had insisted you walk as the hotel was only a few blocks away from the retirement home and you were grateful for the decision. The fresh air and constant movement managed to momentarily quell your anxious energy and the crowded DC streets gave you something else to focus on. Each new person you passed was another threat to asses and while you would usually dismiss this overly paranoid behavior, you excused it today. You was with Captain America after all and Hydra wasn't even close to being destroyed. You both likely had targets on your backs, you rationalized, and so you remained vigilant. If Steve noticed, he didn't say anything, something you were thankful for.

"Hey, Peg, how's my best girl?" Steve asked softly as he walked into the with a clear sense of familiarity before turning back to you, standing awkwardly in the doorway, not wanting to intrude, but Steve beckoned you into the room. "I've got someone I want you to meet."

"Steve!" Peggy gasped excitedly when you moved closer. "Did you finally bring your girlfriend?"

Your anxious energy seemed to vanish once you had stepped into the room. It was strange, meeting Peggy wasn't nearly as bad as meeting Steve had been despite Peggy having become something of a role model for you since joining SHIELD. Yet as you observed the grey-haired woman laying in the bed, just having mistaken you for Steve Rogers' girlfriend, you felt oddly at ease.

You couldn't help but giggle at the look of abject horror on Steve's face at the assumption and though Peggy Carter was well into her nineties and Steve had warned you of the woman's Alzheimer's, the former agent seemed to be just as sharp as ever that day as she scrutinized your body language.

"He's been telling me about this woman he likes for months now, but he wouldn't tell me anything about her other than that she's tenacious and they work together." Peggy frowned at Steve with mock irritability.

"Oh, really?" You smiled gleefully at this new information and Steve groaned. "We will definitely be discussing this later, Rogers."

Peggy's ears perked up at your voice and a devilish grin to match yours grew on her face.

"Steven Grant Rogers, you have a type!" She gasped excitedly, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"P-pardon me?" Steve stuttered out, clearly uncomfortable with the way this conversation was proceeding between the love of his life and one of his closest friends.

"Tenacious and British," Peggy supplied, grinning at her, incorrect, revelation, and you couldn't help but fan the flames.

"I'm a SHIELD agent too, ma'am." You grinned at Steve's death glare, the supersoldier knowing exactly what you were doing. "Or, well, I was before..." you trailed off mournfully, gesturing off at the distance to convey the disaster that came out of Project Insight, needing to uphold your cover.

Peggy gasped excitedly, grinning at Steve who just groaned again.

"I hate to burst your bubble, Peg," He sighed, glaring at you, "But this ain't my girlfriend. Agent Y/N Y/L/N is a very dear friend of mine and she's been asking me question after question about you for months so I figured it might be nice for the two of you to meet."

"Well, any friend of Steve's is a friend of mine," Peggy smiled, despite her girlfriend theory having been proven wrong. "It's nice to meet you, Agent Y/L/N."

Your heart pounded proudly at that statement. Peggy Carter was glad to meet you and had even insinuated friendship.

"Y/N is fine, ma'am." You said bashfully, your awkwardness apparently choosing now to kick in. "And the pleasure is all mine."

"Peggy is fine, Y/N." The former agent mimicked your correction and you grinned happily.

The three of you chatted amicably for a few hours. Steve and Peggy happily sharing stories about the "good old days," you and Peggy venting about the treatment of women in the workplace, especially within intelligence communities, and discussing more lighthearted topics like the similarities between Tony and Howard Stark. You desperately wanted to talk to Peggy about the new SHIELD, how the organization she founded was still operating in its intended role, how they had renovated her old base, but SHIELD's existence was classified now, especially to Steve Rogers. However, you did manage to slip in an innocuous compliment or two about the old SSR base.

After a while, you excused herself from the room. You knew Steve's time with Peggy was sacred and while you were eternally grateful for the opportunity to be apart of it, you didn't want to monopolize all their time. Instead, you opted to wait outside the building. You had noticed a small park nearby when you and Steve had been walking over and thought it would be a peaceful place to wait. Certainly better than the waiting room of a retirement home.

It was sitting on that park bench that you noticed him. Or rather, that you noticed him again. You knew you had seen the man standing across the street from the retirement home before but you couldn't quite place him. It wasn't until he lifted a gloved hand to tuck a strand of dark hair behind his ear that you realized you had seen him when you and Steve had entered the building hours earlier. At the time you had found the man's use of gloves in such beautiful weather odd, but ultimately dismissed him as innocent enough. Now, however, you weren’t so sure.

What were the odds that the same man would be standing across the street from that very building hours apart?

You knew you were likely being paranoid again, but in your line of work paranoia was called vigilance and so you continued to observe the man. In addition to gloves, the man was wearing a red henley and jeans, an innocent enough choice if it wasn't about seventy-five degrees out. Plus his dark shoulder-length hair was kept down, rather than pulled up into the man-bun style that wasn't uncommon these days. Christ, the man had to be sweating!

You had spent four years at the Academy mastering the art of surveillance, honing your ability to observe without being observed. You were good at it, your instructors had called you natural, but that didn't seem to stop you from being caught that day. It was like the man could sense your gaze, you had only been observing him for a moment when he turned to stare straight at you. You could've sworn your heart stopped when you saw his face.

Even with the baseball cap attempting to obscure it, there was no question in your mind: the Winter Soldier couldn't have been more than fifty feet away from you.

No, you thought, remembering what Steve had said about his final battle with the man, it was Sargent James Buchanan Barnes of the 107th who was staring at you.

You weren’t sure exactly what to do but you felt certain that you needed to make contact. The man had been brainwashed by Hydra for decades and was credited with at least two dozen assassinations in the last fifty years. If there was still any part of Hydra left in his mind he was a potential threat to civilians. You couldn't let him walk away, but if it really was Sargent Barnes in there then you couldn't arrest him either. If Steve was right, then James Barnes hadn't committed any of those crimes and was instead a man lost in time, likely with the weight of the guilt of those crimes. No, you’d have to take matters into your own hands.

You stood slowly, hoping to be able to have a verbal conversation with the man but even from the distance you could see the way he tensed at your action. Instead, you reached into your purse, ignoring the way the man flinched, likely assuming you were reaching for a weapon, and pulled out a pen and an old business card you found shoved in there. You jotted down a small message on the back along with the number of one of your many burner phones before walking back towards the retirement home and pretending to accidentally drop the paper as you went.

You hoped the man got her message, but if not, well, burner phones were meant to be thrown away.

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a/n: I almost bumped Bucky’s first appearance to the next chapter but figured how to make it fit here. I hope I did Peggy Carter justice. I know realistically that at 95 years old she would probably be a lot different from the way I wrote her but I like the idea that she would be just as sharp and youthful as ever on her good days and even though she likely still feels the same heartbreak as Steve that their chance at happiness together was ripped away, she got a chance to move on and be happy and wants the same for him, hence the girlfriend conversation. Speaking of, any guesses on who Steve’s coworker crush is?

Also, I know that canonically Nat and a lot of other agents didn’t go to the Academy but for all intents and purposes of this fic every potential SHIELD agent has to go to the Academy before entering the field.

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crashdevlin · 4 years

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Crashing 2- Sensitive Compartmentalized

Crashing Masterlist

Author’s Note: Originally posted to ao3 (This is an edited and improved version) Part Four of the Red Queen Chronicles!

Summary: Everyone wants to throw blame around about Cassie’s new personality, but does the blame really matter when she’s taken her birthright as head of Hydra?

Word Count: 4070

Pairing(s): Clint Barton x OFC, past Loki x OFC, past Bucky Barnes x OFC, past Steve Rogers x OFC

Chapter Warnings: mentions of brainwashing, mentions of murder, violence and anger

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Cassie kicked in the door to the bar and looked around the dusty room. “Tell me there’s a SCIF in this dump.”

A short man with short salt and pepper hair approached her. “A what?”

She rolled her eyes. “A SCIF. Sensitive Compartmentalized Information Facility?” She groaned, adjusting the sheet of metal over her thigh. “A room with radiant foil in the walls that shuts out transmissions and WiFi and hackables.”

“Who the hell-” the man snapped as he started to grab her, but she grabbed the back of his head and bounced it against the bar.

“Heil Hydra,” she said, turning to the others. She pointed to one toward the back. “You. You dress like SHIELD. Were you?”

“Yes...uh, ma’am?”

“John Garrett, Grant Ward; these names ringing your bells?” she asked, wincing as she adjusted her grip.

“Yes, ma’am. Garrett recruited me to Hydra.”

“Were you with them when they took the Fridge?” she asked, smiling when he nodded. “They spent an hour, probably closer to forty minutes, looking for someone. You ever get a description of who?”

“Short, blond, green eyes...oh, my God, you’re her!”

“Awesome, no introduction necessary. SCIF?” she requested again. The young man nodded and rushed for a door labeled ‘Storage’. Cassie followed him into the room and leaned against the table in the SCIF. “Okay, what’s your name, man?”

“Derek Shipton,” he answered.

“I’m Cassie, Derek. Now, I need you to get me some needle-nosed pliers and some liquor. I have to cut a tracker out of this thigh, so I need you to get me a foil-lined metal box to put it in.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said before rushing out. He came back almost immediately with her supplies.

“Thank you. Oh, and Derek? I need you to look up my file and give it to the guy who used to be in charge. He kinda needs to know why he’s not in charge anymore. Projekt Kind is the file. Once I deactivate the SCIF, bring in the guy I just demoted, okay? Thanks, Derek.” Cassie smiled as the man rushed out and she locked the SCIF down.

Cassie stripped her jeans down her legs and grabbed the knife she stole from Clint. The wound had already begun to heal itself, the flesh making its efforts to grow closed over the foreign object. She took a deep breath, grinding her teeth as she dug the knife deep into each side of the wound to reopen it and grabbed the pliers. The tracker had a little blue light that blinked a slow, consistent blink. She dropped it into the box Derek brought her and slammed the lid. As she pulled up her jeans over the already-clotting wound, she unlocked the door to the SCIF, prompting Derek to run in with a tall blond man with a beard following him.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” the blond man snapped.

She sighed and looked up at him. “Derek didn’t show you my file?” she asked, boredly.

“He wouldn’t even look at it, ma’am.”

“Hm, shame,” Cassie said, standing on a chair to give her the height to wrap her hand around the bearded man’s throat and lift him up off the floor. “I was hoping to do this without much blood. I mean, I know that death and destruction, that’s the Hydra way, but I wanted to keep as much of our ranks intact as possible. We’ve been dwindling a bit. SHIELD, Captain America, the Avengers, even Ultron took out some of our high-level heads and there just aren’t two for every one anymore. I want as many of you to stick around as possible...but that doesn’t mean I’m against killing you for disrespecting me.”

She dropped the man to his feet but kept her hand wrapped firmly around his throat. “If you’d bothered to open that file, you’d know why Herr Whitehall wanted me. You’d see that I am the second daughter of Johann Schmidt.” The man’s eyes widened slightly. “You’d see that I was bred to lead and taught to kill at an early, early age. You’d see my trained proficiency with all manner of weapons and my specifically engineered IQ. Now, the only thing you wouldn’t see is the genetic fiddling that happened a few years ago that made me just...like...Daddy.”

She chuckled. “Minus the complexion issues, of course.” She licked her lips. “You will follow me...or you will die. I will tear you to pieces, just as an example and don’t...not for one second, think you can get the better of me. Do you understand?” The man was silent, looking at her in fear. “Verstehst du?”

“Yes. Yes, I understand,” he whispered.

She smiled and jumped down off the chair, letting go of his neck. “Great! I’m Cassie Campbell. You are?”

“Karl...Kraus,” he whispered, his hand going to rub at his throat.

“Awesome. Now, full disclosure, just in case it comes up...I was hanging with the Avengers for a while. I was confused, there were some identity issues...trying to be a good guy but I got over that. I’m ready to do what needs to be done now, in order to usher in the next great age and I hope you’re with me on that.”

Karl looked from Cassie to Derek, who just stared at his feet. “You’re...you’re the Red Queen. From the Battle in Sokovia.”

“Yeah. It’s not important. I’m done with them. The Avengers are the past. Hydra is the future. What do you say, Karl Kraus? You wanna help me?”

“Do I actually have a choice?” Karl asked.

“Well, you were very dismissive when I first got here, Karl, but I will still give you a bit of a choice.” She pulled open the door and walked out of the SCIF. “You can choose to stick around and support me, or you could choose death.”

Derek followed close behind her and Kraus sighed loudly as he stayed behind. “Not much of a choice.”

Cassie walked over to the bar and grabbed the first bottle that caught her attention, twisting the cap off and gulping down what turned out to be dark rum before turning to the Hydra agents. “My name is Cassie Campbell. I am the daughter of Johann Schmidt and I am going to be your new...leader. Your new queen,” she said with a smile. “I doubt any of you have met my sister Sinthea. I mean, I haven’t either, but you’ve heard the stories about her and our father but you don’t have to worry because I’m not like her.”

She sighed and shook her head. “But I have no time for questions or bitching. You will follow orders or you’ll get cut loose. You do what you’re told, I won’t kill you. It’s that simple. I will, of course, need files on everyone. Your names, numbers, ranks, blah blah blah. Shipton and Kraus will be in charge of that. When I’ve found a place to bunk down, I’ll be back. If you don’t support me, then leave quietly while I’m gone. There’ll be no retaliation for the lack of faith.” She nodded at Derek before walking out, bottle in hand, as the Hydra agents in the bar started to whisper amongst themselves.

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“What do you mean, you were too late? Romanoff couldn’t stall her?” Fury’s voice could be heard throughout the farmhouse dining room, even though Coulson’s phone wasn’t on speaker. The house was full of sad, silent, seething people who couldn’t decide who they were angry at.

“An arrow to the leg couldn’t stall her, Nick,” Steve said, arms crossed over his chest as he stared at his feet. “She was determined not to have her memories wiped again.”

“Put me on goddamn speaker.” Phil fiddled with the buttons on his phone. “She what?” Fury snapped.

“She knew you were going to wipe her memories so she ran to avoid going through that again. Hydra wiped her several times and then SHIELD did, too,” Bucky spoke up. He pushed his hair out of his face with the new prosthetic Cassie provided him when she woke him up. He looked around the room at the others. “Knowing that there are pieces of your memories, pieces of you, missing that you can’t even identify...that’s so much worse than knowing what Hydra made us into.”

Clint growled deep in his chest, finally deciding who he was angry with. “This is your fault!” he shouted, glaring at Bucky.

“Excuse me?” Bucky asked. “I wasn’t even here when-”

“Barton, calm down,” Steve said, stepping protectively in front of his best friend as Clint jumped to his feet.

“No! We were fine!” Clint fought the urge to clench his left fist as his right hand went to the empty holster for his knife. “We were happy and we were gonna be married until you came in with your ‘kindred spirits’ hunky emo guyliner bullshit! She would be in this mess if you hadn’t convinced her to freeze herself so that Loki could grab her. She hadn’t had any issues with him in months! He was leaving her alone but you served her up on a silver fuckin’ platter and how could he resist?!”

“He never stopped watching her. He was trying to endear himself to her by helping her, but you wouldn’t know that, would you?” Bucky asked, standing. He pushed Steve a bit as he leaned closer to the archer. “You’re just her ex-fiance and that’s because you were such a self-absorbed crumb that you couldn’t even tell when her insomnia got to her. You couldn’t tell when her nightmares took over.”

“I knew she was remembering, Barnes! You think I’m an idiot?”

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” Bucky responded, calmly. “I think you’re worse than that. I think you act like an idiot to disguise the fact that you’re an asshole. I didn’t convince her to go into cryo, you did...because she knew that you would treat her different if you knew she was a killer. Something about you looking at me like I’m a rabid dog and her not being able to deal with you looking at her the same way. She just knew you wouldn’t love her if you knew she was a monster. So it’s not my fault, Barton, it’s yours.”

Clint’s eyes went wide. “She’d already sent you to kill Steve! She was beyon-”

“Shut the hell up!” Fury yelled, pulling the men’s attention from their fight. “This is not Sergeant Barnes’ fault and it’s not Barton’s either. This is my fault. I should have grabbed her when she was in Africa, wiped her before she ever made it to the Wakandan Border.”

Bucky’s jaw tensed. “Wiping her is what caused this whole-”

“I appreciate your input, Sergeant, but wiping her would have ended this just as much as it started it,” Fury interrupted.

“She would have known that something was wrong. She’s known something was wrong the whole time,” Steve spat toward the phone.

“A temporary solution is still a damn solution, Rogers.”

“Whatever. What are we going to do about her now?” Natasha asked, moving from standing next to Clint to be closer to Coulson’s phone. “She’s decided she’s Hydra. We can’t wipe her without getting rid of everything that made her Red Queen.”

“We could add new memories...similar memories,” Phil responded.

Steve looked around the room at everyone. “So, what, we’re just going to find her and erase her again?”

“Is that not better than letting her try to kill everyone she cares about?” Wanda finally spoke up.

“Maybe she’ll leave everybody alone if we leave her alone. Let her live her homicidal dreams with the Nazis.” No one could really tell if Barney was joking.

“Was that your brother, Barton?” Fury asked.

“Yeah. I live here,” Barney defended.

“He kinda lives here,” Clint corrected. “He’s the one that shot her, since…I am not gonna be shooting anything any time soon.” He looked down at his hand.

“You could always pick up a gun again and shoot righty,” Nat suggested.

“I don’t want to pick up a gun! Not if we’re going after her.”

“Okay, I’m gonna have to be the one to say it,” Sam said, looking upset to be in that position as ‘the one to say it’. “She was more than willing to kill all of us. She sent Barnes to attack Steve. He’d be dead if I hadn’t pulled distraction.” He gestured at Clint. “She was gonna do a lot worse than a broken hand to Clint. She’s taken up with her father’s Nazi friends and I, for one, can’t back rehabilitation for a Nazi. She’s not our Red Queen anymore. She’s gone so far darkside that even Loki thought it was a good idea to give her some space. The school-approved solution for evil is not wiping memories. School-approved solution’s exactly what Steve did to her dad.”

“We can’t kill her!” Clint and Steve exclaimed at the same time.

“Then capture and incarcerate,” Natasha suggested. “Put the Raft to the use it was actually made for.”

“Has anyone called Stark?” Steve asked, suddenly. “He’s going to need to know. Rhodes, Vision, they’re all in danger.”

“I already made that call. It wasn’t pleasant,” Fury answered. “Of course, now I need to update him that she escaped. I am not happy to be making that call either.”

“Let us know what Stark says,” Steve demanded before walking out of the farmhouse. Bucky followed close behind. “This is our fault, Buck. We should have had Nick Fury come get her after she killed that warlord in Africa.”

“That’s not our fault. She didn’t want to go with him. You know that. She wanted to be with us.”

“Did she?” Steve snapped. “Or did we just want her with us? What if we just wanted her and she remembered, got taken by Loki and remember all this horrible stuff, because we wanted her?”

Bucky shook his head. “She got out of the Raft and she could’ve gone home but she didn’t. She took Loki’s help to come find us in Egypt. She wanted to be with us and we did the right thing taking her to Wakanda. She shouldn’t have gone on ice, but when we did it, it seemed like the best option. We didn’t want to hurt anyone.”

Steve scoffed. “And now she wants to kill us and take over the world. She was such a good woman when she went in.”

“She still is,” Bucky argued.

“After what she’s done, you can’t say that.”

“I can. I believe she still is. I mean, look at me,” Bucky said.

Steve sighed. “It’s different. You were brainwashed. She’s not. She’s the opposite of that. She’s had all her brainwashing taken away. She’s who she was supposed to be now.”

“No. Who she’s supposed to be is the same woman who dropped everything to come help us in Germany and who trekked through Africa with us. That’s who she’s supposed to be, and she can be again.”

“I hope you’re right, Buck.”

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Tony walked into his penthouse of Stark Tower and headed for the bar. “Lights.” He looked perplexed as he stayed in the dark. “Friday, lights.”

“Hope you don’t mind, boss,” a voice from the closest sofa made him turn, instantly alert. “Thought we might be better off just the two of us so I told Friday to take a nap.”

The sight of the blond woman sitting with her back to him, a drink in her hand, shouldn’t have made him so nervous, but it did. “My suit?” he asked. He had ways to call the suit, even without Friday, but it would be more than a little difficult.

“These bracelets look so much better on me, don’t you think?” She raised the hand that wasn’t holding a good crystal tumbler of his best scotch to show off the remote to summon his suit. “Come have a seat, Stark,” she commanded.

“You don’t need my suit to kill me, Cassie,” Tony said, not budging from his spot behind her.

“I’m not here to kill you, boss. I came to you because you’re the only one I knew would actually talk to me...without any of the bullshit about trying to send me to Fury. Come have a seat, please.” Her tone was desperate but not angry, so Tony walked down and sat on the sofa across from her.

“You look like crap,” Tony said, candidly, as he looked over her. She was paler than normal, her eyes ringed with dark circles.

She let out a scoffing chuckle. “I feel...like I’ve been put through a blender. All of this...got so out of hand. I remember now. Those words they put in my head, they were just to make me remember.” She leaned forward slightly. “See, Strucker wiped me when SHIELD showed up so I’d be able to deny everything if SHIELD asked. I’d be able to pretend to be normal because I wouldn’t know that I wasn’t. I guess Wolfgang forgot the part where he comes and gets me back from Fury...or maybe I was supposed to stay at the Fridge until they revealed themselves and killed SHIELD, I don’t know.”

“Remembering your shitty childhood made you evil? Pretty sure every Avenger on the roster has that box checked and Vision never had a childhood.”

“I didn’t want this,” she whispered, looking away and taking a drink. “I didn’t send Bucky to kill Steve. He’ll remember that once someone actually asks him what his mission was. I just needed Bucky out of stasis because Loki has the red book and I couldn’t risk Loki using Bucky against us. I sent him to the new base because I knew Steve wouldn’t let anything happen to Bucky and he’d be safe with the one man who would move Heaven and Earth to keep him that way.”

She ran her hand across her mouth and leaned forward more. “I was going to try to ease into telling Clint the truth...what I remembered I did in the past, the changes that happened when I remembered, but...I said one word, one thing that wasn’t what Clint thought his woman should say, and he attacked me.” She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment before shaking her head. “I had to make a split-second decision: grovel at his feet, apologize for the woman I am now, the woman I was always supposed to be...beg him to love me and tell him how much I want to change and be the woman he fell for…” She shrugged and leaned back into the back of the sofa.

“Or be the woman he decided I was in the moment before he hit me. I couldn’t bring myself to go the weak route, not after so many years doing just that, so I had to commit to the Hydra angle and for me to do that, you all have to either leave me the hell alone or die.”

Tony’s eyebrows shot up. “You aren’t even gonna give the rest of us a chance to get to know the new you?”

“If Clint, who swears he loves me, can’t deal with the new me then why should I expect the rest of you to be okay with me?”

“Cass...people change. We can get to know the person you are now if you let us,” he offered.

“The man supposedly blinded by love couldn’t deal, Tony,” she exclaimed softly. “I’m too different. I’m colder, angrier, more prone to violence. I like violence, and the smell of gunpowder the-the snap of broken bones. I am so not the Cassie you know.”

“Okay, so there’s a little more Red Skull in your Red Queen,” Tony said, leaning forward to grab a tablet from the table between them. “But you don’t wanna kill us, Skipper.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Of course I don’t. You’re the only family I have.” She licked her lips and shook her head in exasperation. “But if it comes down to a question of me killing all of you or me being sent back to Fury for him to wipe me clean and become the person he and Clint think I should be...I will shed a tear for each of you and then I will move the fuck on with my life.”

“I know you, Cassie. You’re one of the few people in this world that I’ve taken the time to actually, you know, know. Just because you’re a little angrier than you used to be doesn’t mean you need to go Dark Side. You can be Anakin without being Vader.”

Cassie smiled and looked into his eyes. “You think any of them will wanna talk to me now? With the woman I am now? I broke Clint’s hand and I enjoyed it. I sent Winter Soldier after Steve. I am the embodiment of everything Hydra wanted of me.”

“Not true,” he disputed. “You aren’t a Nazi. You’re just a little different. You could come back, be an Avenger. It’s really just me, Rhodey, and Vision right now, the Spider kid is a ‘sometimes’. We can get used to you.”

She looked conflicted as she took another drink. “I’ve already taken over Hydra, Tony. I’m fine to go all the way on this. I can even turn Hydra into a respectable organization, maybe even better than SHIELD. No secrets in my organization.”

“No, you can’t. Even the Avengers aren’t better than SHIELD,” Tony said, tapping on the tablet. “We’ve all got our secrets. We’ve all got our issues. Don’t write us off. Write off Barton, I don’t give a fuck, but don’t write me off. I don’t care if you have a rage issue. I mean, look how close I was with Banner.”

She sighed and leaned forward to set the glass on the table. “You really don’t care? You don’t care that Strucker had me brutally murder two SHIELD agents before my age was even in the double digits, or that I crushed an African warlord’s hyoid bone? You don’t care that I broke Barton’s hand and I relished the sound of his bones crushing under my foot?”

“I can get behind that, all of it. As long as you’re crushing the bones of the bad guys. I mean, you signed the Accords. You belong to the UN. As long as you’re breaking the bones of the guys they send us after, I don’t mind it. Look, this might not be you anymore…” Tony held up the tablet to show a picture of Cassie smiling with all of the lab techs in the Olympia lab. “...but I think you could still be this.” He swiped the screen to show a screen capture of footage from the battle of Sokovia. She was beating an Ultron into the ground next to the core, her fists through it’s metal face. “Red Queen was a little more violent than Cassie Campbell, but you always seemed more free when you were in the field. I liked that. Com’on, Red. You don’t have to be Hydra to be yourself.”

Cassie stared at the picture for a long few moments before she stood. “I’ll think about it...if you can guarantee me that I will not be erased again. Hydra wiped me, SHIELD wiped me. I just wanna be me. If you want me to trust you, Stark...and I desperately want to be able to trust you...I need assurances that I will not be wiped by the people who are supposed to be my friends.”

He stood as well, putting down the table and picking up what was left of the glass of scotch. “I won’t let anyone change you, Red. Never again.”

The corner of her mouth lifted in a slight smile. “Should’ve come to you first. I was just really hoping Clint would give me the time.”

“That’s what you get for letting your heart guide you,” he chastised.

“Oh? And what exactly is guiding you to be so supportive of me, boss?”

“Ah, that’s all in my beautiful brain, Lab Rat.” Tony swallowed down the last bit of liquor as Cassie walked toward the elevator. “You’ll let me know what you decide?”

“I’ve got your number.”

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havemyoldusername · 4 years

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Live action Marvel characters in Dungeons and Dragons morality alignment

(Because the live-action stuff is different to the comics - I've left out Runaways and Cloak and Dagger because I haven’t seen them. I’ve also included side characters in superhero shows like Agents of SHILED)

Lawful Good: Peter Parker/Spider-Man, Danny Rand/Iron Fist, Bruce Banner/Hulk, Phil Coulson, Alphonso Mackenzie/Mack, Scott Summers/Cyclops, Pyotr Rasputin/Colossus, T’Challa/Black panther, Mantis, Vision, Cary Loudermilk,

Neutral Good: Matt Murdock/Daredevil, Luke Cage/Power Man, Tony Stark/Iron Man, Daisy Johnson/Quake, Jemma Simmons, Melinda May, Charles Xavier/Professor X, Anna Marie/Rogue, Jean Grey/The Phoenix (occasionally), Steve Rogers/Captain America, Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel, Hope Van Dyne/The Wasp, Bobby Drake/Iceman, Kitty Pryde/Shadowcat, Shuri, Bobbi Morse/Mockingbird, Colleen Wing/Iron Fist, Sam Wilson/Falcon, Lincoln Campbell, Misty Knight, Nakia, Pepper Potts/Rescue, James Rhodes/War Machine/Patriot, Ptonomy Wallace,

Chaotic Good: Jessica Jones, Thor, Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch, Elena Rodriguez/Slingshot, Scott Lang/Ant Man, Ellie Phimister/Negasonic Teenage warhead, Lance Hunter, Peter Quill/Star Lord, Groot, M’Baku, Nebula (shifted from True Neutral), Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver, Kerry Loudermilk,

Lawful Neutral: Frank Castle/The Punisher, Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow, Clint Barton/Hawkeye, Leo Fitz/The Doctor (occasionally), Nathan Summers/Cable, Gamora, Robbie Reyes/Ghost Rider, Okoye, Dinah Madani, Ward Meachum, Sydney Barrett ‘Syd’, Melanie Bird, Oliver Bird,

True Neutral: James “Logan” Howlett/Wolverine, Bucky Barnes/The Winter Solder, Loki, Rocket Raccoon, Elektra Natchios, Brunnhilde/Valkyrie, Ayesha, Ava Starr/Ghost, Joy Meachum, Jia-Yi/Switch

Chaotic Neutral: Wade Wilson/Deadpool, David Haller/Legion, Trish Walker/Hellcat, Drax, Stick, Alisa Jones, Benjamin Poindexter/Bullseye, Calvin Zabo, Brock Rumlow/Crossbones, Billy Russo/Jigsaw, Glenn Talbot, Harold Meachum, Holden Radcliffe, Lenny Busker

Lawful Evil: Grant Ward, Erik Lensherr/Magneto, Francis/Ajax, AIDA/Ophelia, Aldrich Killian, Alexander Pierce, Wilson Fisk/Kingpin, Mariah Dillard/Black Mariah, Daniel Whitehall, Eli Morrow, Erik Killmonger, Gideon Malick, R. Giyera, Gregory Sallinger, General Hale, Hela, Izel, William Styrker, Amahl Farouk/The Shadow King

Neutral Evil: Thanos, Alexandra Reid, Cornell Stokes/Cottonmouth, Davos, Willis Stryker/Diamondback, Hive, Jiaying, John Garrett, Obadiah Stane/Iron Monger,

Chaotic Evil: Ego, Kevin Thompson/Kilgrave

My conclusion: Most of the Marvel Heroes sit in Neutral Good, while most of the Marvel villains sit in Lawful Evil. I only placed Ego in Chaotic Evil mainly because of his demeanour and general goals. Thanos is in Neutral Evil because while he’s evil and did a lot of awful stuff, his end goals were founded on a principle he thought to be true. I nearly put Daredevil in Lawful neutral, because he seems a bit more like that to me but I put him in Neutral good because he’s a good guy with grey tendencies.

#Marvel #MCU #d&d morality alignment #character alignment #many mcu characters I am not tagging them all at all #just for fun #and I'm bored

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dlwritings · 5 years

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Agent of Hydra | Peter Parker

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pairing - Peter x Hydra!reader word count - 2,283 warnings - I guess there’s a Season 1 Agent of SHIELD spoiler A/N - this is for @blissfulparker‘s 5K Writing Challenge! | prompt: “I wish it wasn’t you but it is, and I’m so sorry.” | I’m pretty proud of this but for some reason I feel like it won’t be very popular lol

summary - (Y/N) isn’t proud of her background and the reputation her last name gives her. When her first mission comes and it involves her best friend, she’s stuck between a rock and a hard place. Is she on the side of her dad, or the side of heroes?

As Shakespeare once wrote, “Some people are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.”

If that statement was true, then the reverse must also be true. Some people are born evil, some achieve evil, and some have evil thrust upon them.

I was a combination of the first and last.

My dad was John Garrett. Known under many aliases, including Deathlok and the Clairvoyant, he was a powerful member of Hydra. I was raised hearing his two twisted mottos:

First, You can’t ever get attached to anyone or anything. You have to fight that weakness inside you.

And second, Don’t trust anyone, ever. Especially me.

For most of my life, I just went along with it. My dad was evil, so I felt like I was born evil. The evil was thrust upon me. I wasn’t given a choice between one side or the other. Growing up, I didn’t know any better anyway. I agreed with the things my dad told me because it was the only thing I heard. Hydra was superior. SHIELD were the wrong ones. I had no reason to ever question him. For my whole life, I proudly hailed Hydra.

When I entered high school, things changed. I changed. I was more exposed to other opinions and so many good people who believed in good. Believed in SHIELD. Believed in heroes. At Midtown High, I became friends with Peter, Ned, and MJ. It made everything in my life so confusing. I started to question the exact principles I was raised on. My friends stood for everything my dad was against. Everything I was raised to be against. Especially Peter. Peter was all about the Avengers. He spoke so earnestly about what they stood for that, soon enough, I started to believe in them too.

And then, I did the really stupid thing, and I fell in love with Peter. Peter who my dad would despise. Peter who worshiped SHIELD and stood for everything good. Peter who I knew was Spider-Man.

Peter, Peter, Peter.

Just like that, the first of my father’s mottos was ignored.

You can’t ever get attached to anyone or anything.

I loved my friends more than anything. I couldn’t imagine my teenage years without them. I was attached. If anything happened to them, I had no idea what I would do. That’s why I hated every mission that pinned Hydra against the Avengers. It put Peter in immediate danger, but I couldn’t say anything to anybody about it. I couldn’t warn Peter of Hydra’s plans, because it would make Peter see who I really was. That was an identity I was trying so hard to hide from him. But I couldn’t ask my dad to ease up on the heroes, because that would show my weakness. The weakness I was supposed to fight.

I was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

When I turned 16, my dad decided it was time for me to suit up and join the team. His team. Hydra. My worst nightmare was coming true. Deep down, I always knew the day would come, but I had delusionally told myself that it wouldn’t. I had to pretend I had been waiting for the day, when in reality I had been dreading it.

I had heard the stories of recruits from days’ past. I knew Grant Ward. I knew about his life and all of the events that lead up to his initiation. I knew the aftermath of his recruitment, how he dropped Fitz and Simmons -two respected agents of SHIELD- in the bottom of the ocean. I knew. I knew about it all. And I knew my dad expected me to turn out the same. He expected me to kill the things I was attached to. To get rid of my weaknesses.

But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t do it, because I wasn’t Ward. I wasn’t evil. I couldn’t look my dog in the eyes and kill it. That was it. That was the initiation. Kill the thing I loved. So, when my dad left me in the middle of the woods with Sparky -the dog I grew up with- and a gun, I shot a bullet into the air and let my dog run free. What my dad didn’t know didn’t hurt.

Still, this meant I was Hydra now. I was a part of it all. A part of all the evil. The worst thing was not having any friends to confide in. The night of my initiation, I had to cry myself to sleep with the guilt of being evil weighing on my chest. Alone.

The next day, I was in my first Hydra mission meeting. I sat around the table with people I knew by name from hearing endless praise from my dad. My dad sat at the head, giving a rundown of the mission. With our intel at SHIELD, I knew all of the insider details. This also meant I knew that the Avengers were on a mission to destroy all of Hydra’s bases. In order to beat them to the punch, Hydra’s mission was to find, corner, and destroy each of the Avengers. They were stronger together, so taking them down one by one rather than as a unit was their strategy.

“(Y/N),” Dad said, getting my attention. I had been zoning out, staring at my hands and twirling my pen between my fingers. “Your target is-” He paused and flicked through some of his papers. “-Spider-Man.” I took in a sharp breath that made everyone turn to look at me. Dad raised his eyebrows. “Is that a problem?” he asked.

“I just,” I stuttered through my words, “I’m doing it alone?”

“Our sources say Spider-Man is a low threat,” he explained. “This should be a simple task for you to handle independently.” He looked at me sternly. “Is that a problem?” I clenched my jaw and shook my head no.

“No sir,” I said. “That won’t be a problem.” My father gave me a short nod and handed me his packet on Spider-Man. I flicked through it, feeling numb and tuning out the rest of the meeting. Hydra knew Peter was Spider-Man because SHIELD knew, and SHIELD knew because the Avengers knew. I stared at all the information on Peter. Where he lived. Where he went to school. His family. His usual evening routine.

It all made me sick.

How was I supposed to do this? Capture -and kill?- my best friend, or become my father’s enemy. Sure, my dad was evil, but he was still my dad. He would still love me even if I didn’t want to be Hydra, right? Still, I couldn’t help but consider the worst case scenario. Would he kill me if I went against his beliefs and stood firm in my own? I knew better than to underestimate him.

The next night, I suited up and crept out of the Hydra facility. At that time of night -10:00- Peter would be swinging around Queens on patrol. I had a loose version of a plan, and every part of it involved betraying my best friend.

I hid in the shadows of one of the alleys I knew Peter frequently passed. When I found out he was Spider-Man, he took me on his patrol route just for fun. I loved swinging the New York skies with him. At the exact time I expected him, Peter swung down from the sky and landed in the alley. His eyes scanned the darkness, unable to find me in my stealth suit. So, the minute he walked by, I knocked him unconscious before he could see me.

Every member of Hydra had their own designated area to complete their mission that night. That way, each member’s task of kidnapping, torturing, and killing (if necessary) could be done independently and without the watchful eyes of other members of Hydra. Because Hydra also lived by my dad’s second motto: don’t trust anyone. To Hydra, that included each other.

When I got to my location, I stripped Peter of his suit and tied him to a chair. I cringed the entire time, realizing that it all looked far more sexual than I intended it to. But I knew what Peter’s suit could do, and leaving him in it would give me a definite disadvantage.

I stayed behind Peter, not wanting him to see my face as soon as he came to. When he did, he lifted his head slowly and turned his head to the side, then tugged on his restraints. Even his super strength wouldn’t be able to get him out of his bondage. I had made sure of it. “Show yourself!” Peter shouted. I felt my lower lip quiver as his movements to escape became rougher. I knew what my next step was. I just hated it. This was my least favorite part of the mission I had planned.

I slowly stepped in front of Peter, hoping I looked more confident than I felt. “(Y/N)?” Peter asked. His eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes full of confusion. “What’s going on? What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m sorry,” I said. My voice cracked horribly. “I’m so sorry.”

“(Y/N) please,” Peter begged. “Tell me what you’re doing.” I cleared my throat. I didn’t know how to tell him. How do you tell your best friend that you’re part of an organization created by Nazis?

“Peter, I’m Hydra.”

Okay. There were probably better ways to say that.

Peter laughed. He actually laughed, tossing his head back and screwing his eyes shut. When he finally caught his breath, he looked at me again. As soon as he saw I wasn’t returning his smile, his face dropped. “What do you mean?” he asked. “You’re joking, right? You can’t actually be Hydra.”

Peter finally studied my outfit more. When he noticed the Hydra patch on my shoulder, he took in a sharp breath. “No,” he said, shaking his head. “No. This isn’t real. I’m dreaming. You’re not Hydra.”

“I’m sorry,” I said again. Tears were coming to my eyes now. “It’s my dad. I don’t, I don’t want to be. You have to know that.”

“So why the hell are you doing this?” he asked. His voice cracked as tears came to his eyes as well.

“You don’t know what it’s like,” I said. “I can’t. If I defied him, I don’t know what he’d do.”

“Okay, so why am I here?” he asked, tugging at his restraints again.

“We’ve all been assigned a target,” I said. Tears were streaming down my face, but I couldn’t look away from Peter. I knew I had to look him in the eyes while I said this. I owed him that much. Peter’s eyes grew wide, and his lips parted.

“M-Me?” he stuttered.

“I wish it wasn’t you,” I said, “but it is, and I’m so sorry.”

“So what are you going to do?” he asked. He wasn’t hurt anymore. He was mad. “Kill me? Torture me?”

“I’m just supposed to hold you here,” I said. “I have to get information out of you about, about your plan to take down the Hydra bases.”

“And if I don’t tell you?” he said. I pressed my lips together and shook my head.

“Please don’t make me say it,” I said.

“Do it,” Peter almost shouted. “Fucking kill me! Because I’m not telling you anything!”

“You think I want to do this?” I yelled, throwing my arms in the air. “I’m telling you, you don’t understand what it’s like being a part of this!”

“Then explain it to me!”

“If I don’t do this, I think my dad will kill me!”

Silence rang throughout the room. Peter’s original look of anger softened and was replaced by pity. I almost preferred the anger. If there was one emotion I hated, it was pity. That was probably my dad’s influence on me. “Jesus Christ, (Y/N),” he said. “Why haven’t you ever told me?”

“Because SHIELD is everything to you,” I said. “They’re everything good, and I’m like a glorified Nazi!”

“Yeah but not by choice,” Peter said. “You’re good in your heart. I know that.”

“I don’t know what to do,” I said, my voice dropping.

“I do,” he said. “You’re going to untie me, and I’m going to take you to the compound. They’ll keep you safe.”

“I don’t think it’s that easy,” I whispered, hanging your head.

“I promise you, it is,” he said. “This is your chance to turn it all around. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” I met my eyes with his and saw the sincerity in them. Another tear fell from my eyes as I walked up to him and undid his restraints. With no hesitation, Peter wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in for a hug. I cried softly into his shoulder, and Peter let me with no complaint. Finally, we pulled away from each other, and Peter tugged his suit back on. For the first time in my life, I felt good. I wasn’t Ward. And I wasn’t my dad. I was me. And I believed in heroes.

Peter and I headed towards the doors of the building we were in. I felt invincible. Peter filled me with hope.

As soon as I opened the door to head outside, I came face to face with my father. I jumped and put my arm in front of Peter protectively. Dad sighed and shook his head, disappointment written all over his face.

“I knew I saw a weakness in you.”

Don’t trust anyone, ever. Especially me.

#katswc #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker angst #spiderman #spiderman imagine #spider-man #spider-man imagine #marvel #avengers #agents of shield #agents of shield season 1 #agents of shield imagine

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welovedaisyjohnson · 4 years

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The Exotic Miss Daisy

by ElvenKnight

SHIELD meets Pride & Prejudice w/ a twist. Daisy Coulson, the daughter of Sir Phillip Coulson and Lady Melinda Coulson, is returned to England from China, where her father is the Ambassador representing the British Crown. At the age of nineteen, it is time for her to marry, bringing honor to her family. However, as the Great-Niece of the Emperor of China, this is far from the simplest of tasks.

Words: 8158, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Skye | Daisy Johnson, Antoine Triplett, Eric Koenig, Billy Koenig, Phil Coulson, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie, Melinda May, Peggy Carter, Bruce Banner, Grant Ward, John Garrett (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons

Relationships: Skye | Daisy Johnson/Antoine Triplett, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, Leo Fitz & Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie, Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanov, Peggy Carter/Sam Wilson

Read this at https://ift.tt/340yEAD Ao3 works tagged 'Daisy x Triplett'

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kseniayahz · 5 months

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agent grant ward and his evil old man

#they're some kind of hydra husbands for me #john garrett #grant ward #john garrett x grant ward #grant ward x john garrett #garret/ward #garward?#agents of shield #agents of shield fanart #agents of shield art #agents of shield ward #agents of shield garrett #bill paxton #brett dalton

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Crisis of Conscience

Grant Ward x Reader

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Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Grant and his girlfriend met after being recruited to Hydra, and have spent the past decade or so in love as double agents at SHIELD. When they both join Coulson's team and Y/N has a crisis of conscience, however, it might put everything at risk.

Word Count: 2,824

Category: Angst, Fluff

A/N: Kind of an ambiguous ending that could be read as fluffy or angsty, but in my head they get their happy ending for sure.

Requested by anon! Hope you like it, this idea was super fun to write!

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Y/N's POV

"I'm just saying, if I went on Chopped, I would've learned not to use the ice cream maker by now. Like I would've watched a single episode before this."

I chuckled, smiling from my spot on the loveseat in the Bus's living room as Skye critiqued the Chopped contestants from the couch. After another successful mission with Coulson's team, the Bus 'kids' had crashed in the living room together to watch Chopped and eat foods that were bad for us. I was tucked under the arm of Grant Ward, my long-time boyfriend and friend, who I'd had to drag in here with us.

"It is kind of wild how often people continue to use it when it almost always goes wrong," I agreed. Skye threw her hands up, pointing one of them at me.

"Thank you!"

"I just want to try to make some of these things now," mused Fitz. "It's made me hungry."

Simmons and I hummed in agreement, and then the group of us fell into comfortable silence as the show came back from its commercial break. I could hear Grant's heartbeat through his chest, and the warm safety and comradery of the room put a warm feeling in my chest. I sighed, looking around at each of my friends while they watched the show.

Suddenly, the warmth in my chest turned to a cold, hard knot.

Soon, I'd be expected to betray these people. Like Grant, I'd been recruited by John Garrett a long, long time ago to be a Hydra agent hidden within SHIELD. Never once had I had a doubt, but sitting here with these people and knowing just how much harm might be on the horizon for them sent my stomach roiling.

"I... think I'm gonna call it a night," I said, standing up abruptly. I didn't bother to keep the discomfort off my face, especially as all my friends turned to me with curious looks.

"Is everything okay?" asked Skye. I gave a little shake of my head.

"I just... feel a little sick to my stomach. Probably it's a tiredness thing. I'm just gonna go lay down, I'm sure I'll feel better in the morning."

"Come see me if you don't," said Simmons, her brow creased in worry. I nodded, promising her and saying hasty goodbyes before turning and heading straight for my bunk. I could feel Grant's eyes following me as I went, but I ignored him.

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Over the next few days, the little kernel of doubt that had started in the back of my brain took root. Every time I interacted with any of the team, it grew, leaving me overwhelmed with guilt for the moment I knew was coming, when I'd be asked to betray these people I'd come to love. Especially as we sought the Clairvoyant, the mystical person putting our team at risk, and Grant and I both knew full well that the person in question was John Garrett.

I'd continued to do my job through bullet wounds, freezing temperatures, broken bones, and just about every other hurtle imaginable. But after a few days of fighting through the guilt, I just couldn't stomach it anymore.

"Hey, Grant? Do you have a sec?"

Grant raised an eyebrow, immediately stepping away from the direction he'd been heading to step closer to me, concern written on his face. We knew each other well enough and had been together long enough that he'd definitely noticed something was wrong with me.

"Everything okay?"

"It's just... I don't know Grant, do you ever... wonder if we're doing the right thing? With... uh..."

"You don't have to say it," he said. I bit my lip and nodded, trying to read something in his face. He still looked concerned, mostly for me, which didn't tell me much about how he felt about what I was saying.

"Well... what do you think? I mean, I can't imagine after everything we've been through with this team... just leaving them out to dry."

"I understand how you're feeling," he said, reaching out to take my hand in his. My heart leapt for a second, then dropped all over again as he continued. "But we have to remember what we're doing this for. John Garrett picked us. He pulled us out of terrible situations and gave us the chance nobody else would give us. We owe him. We can't turn on him now."

"Right. Of course, yeah, right." I plastered a shaky smile onto my face and met Grant's eyes. He still didn't look totally convinced, but I leaned up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before he could question me. "C'mon, we better get back before they wonder where we went."

"Are you-"

"I'm fine, Grant. Just a little late-game nerves. But I'm fine."

He nodded, looking at least a little more convinced, and we continued through the bowels of the Bus to join our team in the lab. I tried to smile and pretend like everything was normal, but the pit in my stomach had turned into a black hole. For Grant, Garrett had saved his life. He felt loyalty to the man, if not to the cause. But for me? Garrett had recruited me from a less than ideal situation, sure. But he'd sold me on the idea of Hydra, which suddenly looked more like a rotten apple than anything else. I had no personal loyalty to him.

Unfortunately, I did have a lot of personal loyalty to Grant. I spent hours laying awake at night, agonizing over the position I'd gotten myself into, between my boyfriend and best friend and love of my life against every single other person I cared about. I tried to ignore it or push away the worries, to try to convince myself to just ignore the thing telling me to do something, but I just couldn't. Grant clearly wasn't willing to betray Garrett, and I wasn't willing to betray Grant. But I could still do something to warn our team.

Subtly, anonymously, using every skill I'd ever learned as a SHIELD or double agent, I managed to leave enough information with Coulson that he put it together. He didn't waste a single second before telling the rest of the team, and we set up an ambush for Garrett to get him once and for all.

The hardest thing I'd done in my entire life was lying to Grant's face when he pulled me aside, shocked and worried, to try to come up with a plan with me. He'd never asked me if I'd been the one to share the information, because he trusted me. It sent new pangs of horror roiling around in my stomach, but this time I didn't let it get to me. I could tell Grant what I'd done once Garrett was safely in jail, and then we could see if he could forgive me for it.

Unfortunately for me, I never got the chance to have that conversation with Grant. Somehow, Garrett managed to slip through the trap Coulson had laid. His cover was blown, which made him much less of a threat than he'd been before, but he was still out there. The whole team had landed and taken a temporary pause to figure out our next moves when Grant and I got identical texts.

"Garrett's calling us to meet up with him," muttered Grant, sidling up next to me out of earshot of the rest of the team. I nodded.

"What do we do?"

"We have to go to him. He probably needs our help dealing with this mess."

I nodded again, my brain working through all of my possible options. I could just share the text with Coulson, but somehow, that felt like a bigger betrayal than just giving them hints about Garrett. Probably since it would involve Grant, too. And even if he'd never forgive me for what I'd already done, I knew I'd still follow him to the ends of the Earth.

"Should we make up something to tell the team? Or should we just go?" I asked.

We ended up making a quick, somewhat thin excuse to the team, then rushed to where Garrett waited for us. We found him in a beaten-down, empty warehouse, waiting for us with his arms crossed in the back of the space. My heart leapt into my throat, but I kept my face carefully neutral as Grant and I came to a stop before him, side by side.

"Do either of you know why I've called you here?" asked Garrett, not bothering with a hello. His voice had a dangerous edge to it that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up; every instinct I'd honed over the course of years screamed danger.

"To try to deal with SHIELD figuring out who you are," said Grant, with the confidence of somebody who hadn't betrayed the man before us. Garrett scoffed.

"I guess that's technically true. But there was no way for them to find out. There was no way for Coulson and his team to get that information about me, to act with such certainty, as early as they did. At least, there shouldn't have been a way."

His hand wandered to his hip, and he unholstered his gun, holding it lightly in his hand as he considered it for a few moments. He looked back at me and Grant.

"There were only two people with the knowledge and the opportunity to out me. I know it was one of you. So one of you is going to tell me who did it, or I'm just gonna cut my losses and shoot you both."

Like the slow motion part of a movie, I saw Grant turn to me out of the corner of my eye. I took a deep breath before facing him, trying to express just how sorry I was without words. Hurt, shock, betrayal, and disbelief all played out across his face, his brow furrowed, his mouth slightly open. All of it felt like a knife to the heart, a sensation I'd likely experience for real in the next few minutes. I mouthed 'I'm sorry', willing him to believe it, then turned back to face John Garrett.

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Grant's POV

My heart stopped as I looked at the woman I loved and realization crashed over me at what she'd done. I knew she hadn't been satisfied after our conversation in the hallway, but I'd convinced myself not to follow up on it. A stupid, stupid decision.

She met my eyes, John still hovering just past us with his gun in hand, and a fear I hadn't felt since I was a kid took root in my stomach. Garrett had warned me, time and time again, and especially when I'd started dating a fellow double agent, that I couldn't trust anybody. My family had proven that from day one, and Garrett had been the only one to consistently be there for me. Now, Y/N had betrayed me like everyone else, and I could see on her face that she was going to do it again.

She mouthed 'I'm sorry' and turned back to John, and I got ready to defend myself after she tried to make me take the fall.

Then, she spoke.

"I did it."

I couldn't believe it. She'd owned up to it, knowing full well Garrett would most likely kill her. She was literally willing to take a bullet for me. A vice tightened in my chest.

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Y/N's POV

"I did it."

I spoke the words with a clear confidence I didn't feel at all as I looked Garrett dead in the eye. If I had one thing still guiding my decisions in the wake of everything that had happened and that I'd caused, it was a desire to protect Grant. I loved him, and no matter what else came of this, I didn't want him to take the fall for me.

The silence hung, Garrett staring me down. The hand he held the gun with twitched, and I braced myself to run or fight or I don't know what else, but Grant's voice rang out before Garrett or I could make another move.

"No, I did it."

I whipped around to look at him, and this time it was my turn for wide eyes and a mouth open in shock. Grant didn't look away from Garrett to me, even though I knew he knew I was staring at him.

"Grant, no. You didn't. I did it, and I didn't tell you anything about it."

"No, I-"

He stopped short when Garrett held up a hand, the one without the gun, to stop us both.

"No Ward, you didn't do it. Everyone in this room knows it wasn't you." Garrett strolled the short distance between him and Ward, effectively turning the field so he and Grant stood shoulder to shoulder against me. "But clearly it is a weakness for you."

Grant's eyes widened ever so slightly, and I knew him well enough to recognize it as fear. I shifted on my feet, no idea what to do anymore. Grant seemed to feel the same way as Garrett tapped the gun on Grant's hip.

"Weaknesses have to be weeded out, Ward. Take care of her."

Garrett and Grant both kept their eyes on me, and I could see sweat coming down Grant's face as he slowly reached towards his holster and pulled out his gun. With him and Garrett both armed, I didn't stand much of a chance, even if I was willing to shoot Grant.

As the man I loved raised his weapon, I blocked out Garrett completely. I met his warm brown eyes with my own, silently willing him to ditch Garrett, to choose me like I'd chosen him. My heart pounded in my chest, and in a split second everything changed.

I heard a shot and felt pain explode in my stomach as Grant moved at lightning speed. A moment later, as I sank to the ground, I realized he'd turned to face Garrett. He'd shot his old mentor in the chest, for me, but Garrett had managed to get a shot off before he went down. I brought my hand up to my stomach and touched something warm and wet before the hard concrete of the floor bit into my knees.

"No!" Grant cried, rushing over to me. I screwed my eyes shut and tried to breathe through the pain as he wrapped me in his arms. "Hey, stay with me, alright? Stay with me."

"Grant... you... you shot Garrett."

He grimaced, then tried to fight the expression off his face a moment later. He brushed a strand of hair back out of my face.

"The alternative was shooting you. John may have gotten me out of hell, but you were the first one to make me care about staying here in a long time."

I couldn't quite hold back a choked sob, which sent a flash of panic shooting across Grant's face. Still holding me with one hand, he reached into his pocket with the other and dug out his phone.

"Everything's going to be alright," he said, his voice taking on the calm assuredness we needed for missions. "I'm gonna call Coulson, and when they get here, they're going to help me take care of you. You're going to be alright."

I nodded, turning my head as Grant dialed to look at Garrett. He was splayed out on the floor a few feet away from us, the life clearly gone from his body. I refused to join him.

"They're on their way," Grant announced, setting down his phone once the call ended. "They'll be here soon."

"What did you tell them? About us? What we did?"

"Not a lot, but I'm sure we'll have to explain everything once they get here and you're stabilized."

I nodded. "Grant, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not telling you, for going behind your back, I just couldn't let our friends get hurt-"

"Shh, it's okay. I get it, alright? I do. We'll talk more about it when you're on your feet again."

"I think you should tell them you were part of it," I continued, forcing the breath out. My vision had started getting darker, and I could feel my consciousness slipping, but I didn't want to be saved only to lose Grant after doing so much to try to save everyone else. "Tell the team you helped me tip them off, that we did it together. Make up whatever lie works but... I don't want to lose you..."

He leaned down, planting a soft kiss on my forehead as the last of my consciousness drifted away. The last thing I heard before everything went black was Grant, his voice low and whispered, echoing after me as I went.

"Don't worry. You could never lose me."

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The Masterplan

Grant Ward x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1202 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader is John Garrett’s daughter who has been in love with Ward since she was a young girl. They have a plan to infiltrate Coulson’s team even further than they already were.

Part 2

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Ward was the only person who could go undercover at S.H.I.E.L.D without calling attention to the existence of Hydra. You understood that, and it made perfect sense, but that didn't stop you from arguing with your father about it.

To the rest of the world, he was John Garrett, an apprentice to Nicholas J. Fury at S.H.I.E.L.D but to you, he was dad.

By that fact alone, it wouldn't have surprised anyone that you were the way that you were. John was abrasive and intense with a big mouth and a bit of a problem with lying, and all of those things could be said about you too.

However, it wasn't all bad. You were also driven, and loyal and hyper-emotional when you needed to be. There were good things about you, just like anyone else, you just preferred to keep those things hidden when you could.

You had offered to go undercover in Ward's place but it wouldn't have been nearly as effective. Phil Coulson had seen you grow up and your face had been around in every aspect of S.H.I.E.L.D already, so the business side would be easy...the emotional would be the tricky part.

Grant Ward was a blank canvas, and could be whoever he wanted on command. He was tactical and ruthless, a calculated killer and just what you needed.

And it had worked, better than anyone else could have predicted. They accepted him into their ranks and into their family...maybe that was why you were shocked to see him back in the wake of S.H.I.E.L.D falling.

It was a terrible tactical move, but personally, you were glad to have him back.

You hadn't seen Grant Ward in years, and you'd missed him.

There was a lot of history between you both and seeing him again shocked you. It took a moment to adjust when you entered the barber shop and saw him sitting at that card table with your father.

It had just been so long, and you weren't prepared for a reunion like this.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, trying to keep your composure as best you could without making it too obvious that your heart was racing. There was just something about Grant that made you feel like a giddy little school girl, even now.

That probably had something to do with the fact that Grant was the only man you'd ever let in. He was the only person you cared about, in any capacity and he meant the world to you.

Ward couldn't help but smile at the sight of you. It really was as if you were a sight for sore eyes, and he'd waited far too long to seek you out. "Just couldn't stay away" he shrugged, looking down at your father slightly for his permission before rushing to hug you.

The slight nod your father gave was all the permission he needed before wrapping his arms around you, spinning you around in the air as if you were weightless. "I've missed you" he purred in your ear, keeping it just loud enough for you to hear so that no one else in the room could.

Your father didn't have many reservations about you and Ward getting too close, you were both adults, but it wasn't something you two wanted to share. That was simply because it had been going on a lot longer than today and it had been a rule when you two were teenagers.

"Maybe you shouldn't have been gone so long" you teased, giggling in his own ear before he set you back on the ground. You had a point...not that Ward actually left you here on purpose.

If he took you with him, it would draw all kinds of suspicion to him now. Everyone at what was left of S.H.I.E.L.D now knew that your father was a top leader in Hydra and if you showed your face there without the right cover story, you could be in some real trouble.

Maybe he could swing it, but it would be risky for sure.

"I'll see what I can do Y/N, how does that sound?" he grinned, clearly amused by himself. You nodded but then returned to your fathers side with little consideration. Your whole world was sitting in this room and you'd do anything to protect it, now more than ever.

"So what's the plan Pops? Anything good?" you questioned, sitting down on the arm of his chair, draping your arm lightly over his shoulder. The older man smiled at you, chuckling in that way that he always did when he knew something no one else did.

He could be so dramatic sometimes. "Believe me baby doll, I've got this all under control" he allowed, not only was he dramatic, but he could also be very secretive, even from you.

You would have liked to actually be a part of the planning process but you knew better than to ask. If your dad wanted you to know, he would tell you. It would all come in due time.

"Okay, so what do I do in the mean time?" you asked, desperate to do anything you could to help the cause. The whole plan was simple the way that it was broken down and you weren't sure that it was going to work out well for you.

"You're sure this is going to work?" you wondered, crawling inside the passenger side of the plane. The idea of him going back to Coulson's team, in a secure safe house no less, was stressful.

There were just too many things that could go wrong, and you had only just gotten him back.

"It will be fine doll, just breath" he grinned, teasing you. Grant had always been this way with you, every little thing was something he could joke about or play off for a laugh.

The plan would work. You kept telling yourself that, just kept repeating it like a prayer. Both men had thought it through and were ready for anything that happened.

You would go back to the compound with Grant, playing up the fact that your father had escaped from the fridge. You'd tell them that Ward had picked you up from your home on his way back as a protective measure and Coulson would eat it up.

He had seen you grow up from a foot tall, wobbling tyke. He'd known you at every pivotal step of your life and a few tears would bring all those memories back...or at least, that's what you were counting on.

"They'll believe it, just let me do the heavy lifting" he whispered, pressing a light kiss to the side of your face before starting the plane's large jet engine. You nodded, letting it all sink in.

You were dealing with a lot but it would be fine...you knew that as long as you trusted Grant and let him do his thing, everything would be fine.

Your job was to smile and look pretty, it was the only way that it would all work. Trust was the only way, and luckily for you, you had the one person in the world you loved and trusted by your side.

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this is where the rest of our life begins - PART FIVE

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pairing - l. fitz x g. ward

rating - teen and up (for part five: mpreg, boys in love, alpha grant ward, omega leo fitz, a/b/o dynamics, aos season 1, established relationship, fluff, domestic fluff)

word count - 1,861

summary - just some domesticity??

how far along is fitz - 20 weeks

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5 weeks later...

Leo sat down on the couch with his caffeine-free tea and book. He hadn’t much to do these days, considering he knocked stuff over whenever he tried to help in the lab and was more of a menace than anything. It made him feel like he just got in the way, which wasn’t anything new. Ward would be off on missions, and Fitz stayed on the Bus, reading by himself. He did enjoy the alone time, but maybe not this much of it. Leo overthought about something going wrong with the birth, his Alpha leaving him. It was as if a little anxiety mosquito was flying through his brain, wreaking havoc. The scientist’s phone buzzed, knocking him out of his trance. He cursed at it, picking it up off the marble table and seeing it was his boyfriend. The Omega grinned beside himself, pressing accept on the video call. Fitz held the rectangle before his face, trying to get a good angle.

“Leo! Hi!” Grant breathed out, ecstatic to see his partner.

“Ah! Hi! I’ve missed you! How did the mission go?” Ward was undercover for two weeks, with communication limited to only the Hub. Leo missed him desperately, nearly heartbroken every time he woke up and Grant wasn’t there. He was used to falling asleep with his Alpha curled around him.

“It went great! Well, mostly great. I was fine up until the end. Found me out.” The brunette shrugged. “Got the stuff, though.” Grant looked away from the screen momentarily before holding up a finger. “Be right back, babe. Gimme a sec.” He then put Leo on mute and put the phone face up by his side. Fitz peered up at him as his boyfriend talked to someone who looked like... Leo thought about it for a minute, wracking his brain.

Victoria Hand! That’s who it is. Leo smiled at himself, proud he could recognize faces.

Before long, Ward was talking to him again, telling him he would be back soon. “Okay, I have to go. Get rest! Love you, bye Leo! Bye, baby!”

Leo reciprocated, waving as he hung up. He hugged his growing bump, sighing in contentment.

“Bye, baby, huh? Does Grant Ward have a new sweetheart?”

Ward felt a shiver go down his spine. He turned, face to face, with John Garrett, his old S.O.

Grant plastered on a fake smirk and stood up taller. “Heh, yeah. The bitch doesn’t know what she’s getting into.” It’s bad enough now Garrett knows he is in a relationship; he doesn’t need to know ‘she’ is a male Omega, that Omega is Leo Fitz, and that ‘baby’ is the pup they are expecting together.

The Alpha laughed, clapping him on the shoulder and rather forcefully leading the other man into a private office. They sat down, John behind his desk and Ward across from him. A wistful grin spread on Garrett’s ugly face. “So, how’s it going with Coulson’s team? They still believe you’re S.H.I.E.L.D.?”

Grant nodded, wondering how he was going to get through this. “Yep. No one suspects a thing.”

His old mentor laughed, “Bunch of gullible sons of bitches, aren’t they? God, I can only imagine their stupid little faces when they find out their agency has been Hydra for years.” The man propped his feet up on the desk, looking at Ward to say something more.

Grant winced internally at the insult to people he had been beginning to see as family. “Yeah, especially those puny little scientists I’m locked up with. I bet they’ll be all, ‘You betrayed me, Grant!’” The younger Alpha finished in a whiney tone, rolling his eyes.

“Ah, first name basis, huh? It’s good to make it personal. Hurts more for ’em.” Garrett seemed impressed, and Ward preened under his praise. Even if he disliked the man, he did get the brunette out of jail and into “S.H. I.E.L.D.”

The older Alpha leaned forward on the desk, gesturing for the other to do the same. “Alright, Ward, you remember me telling you about Project Insight, right? ”

Grant nodded, sipping on a small coffee he had bought from the cafeteria. “Three helicarriers, eliminate possible threats, Zola’s algorithm.”

“Well, instead of using the helicarriers for S.H.I.E.L.D.’s benefit, Hydra’s going to use them to eliminate possible future threats to us, such as the President, Nick Fury, and those annoying Avengers.”

Ward is speechless. “Wow, that’s... fucking amazing. When does it launch?”

“You’ll know,” Garrett responds, smug.

Skye slid into the car next to Ward; Phil and May were up front, talking amongst themselves. She pulled out her phone, browsing through her Rising Tide feed. The phone vibrated, and a notification popped up.

ward bored

Whatcha lookin’ at?

Skye Bye

rising tide

Skye glanced at Grant’s phone, seeing an ultrasound picture. The father-to-be was smiling softly at it before scrolling right, now a picture of a sleeping Leo hugging his bump. He swiped again, a selfie of Ward and Fitz eating dinner, the Omega drifting off on his shoulder.

Skye Bye

you guys are so cute together

It took a moment before the Alpha responded, still gazing at the picture.

ward bored

whats happening with... you know

Skye Bye

a big fat turd

she doesn’t like me back

ward bored

AHA

ya, right

you should see the way she looks at you, babes

Skye Bye

okay, but, like, I don’t wanna ask and then have her say no

ward bored

I could get Leo to ask

Skye Bye

meh

Coulson pulled into the Bus’s cargo bay and cut off the engine. The older pair left immediately, heading upstairs. Ward and Skye stayed in the car, talking.

“Do you actually think she would say yes if I asked her out?” The Beta asked, worrisome.

Grant grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking some sense into her. “Yes! The only reason Leo and I got together was because I made a move. I mean, you know him.” They both looked ahead into the lab, Leo and Jemma laughing about something.

“Come on,” Grant said, unbuckling his seatbelt and exiting the vehicle. Skye followed him as he headed straight into the open doors.

He walked in, sneaking up on Leo to wrap his arms around the shorter man. Fitz nearly jumped out of his skin, turning around to kick the intruder in the balls. Ward doubled over, hands covering his privates, his face full of pain.

“Oh my god, Grant! Jesus, I didn’t know it was you!” He rushed over, apologizing profusely. Skye padded over to join Jemma in laughter.

Ten minutes later, Ward was lying on the leather couch, ice on his scrotum, and his eyes closed. Leo was staring at him, angry at himself for injuring his Alpha.

“I can feel you looking at me, Leopold,” Grant said, removing the arm from his face and turning his head.

“I’m so sorry, Grant! I didn’t know it was you; it’s just a defense mechanism-” Fitz rushed out in one breath.

“Leo.” The Alpha tried.

“-Kind of a shitty one if you think about it, I mean-” Leo continued.

“Leo.” Grant sat up, wincing.

“-How would I like it? Not a great experience, if you ask me-”

“Leo!” The brunette almost yelled.

“-Some of the most excruciating pain you can experience. Some people compare it to giving birth. Did you know-”

Grant pulled his boyfriend in for a kiss, effectively silencing him.

“That.” Leo finished.

“Have I ever told you to shut up?” Grant smirked, hand trailing down his arm.

“Probably,” Fitz spoke breathlessly.

Ward leaned in again, capturing the pregnant man’s lips first and then trailing down his jawline.

“God, Leo, you’re so beautiful.”

“Ugh, sto-ah!” The dirty blonde’s mouth fell open as Grant found his scent gland, licking and suckling at it while, at the same time, his fingers firmly gripped the Omega’s waist. Neither of them heard the footsteps coming from the staircase as Simmons came upstairs. The couple was lost in each other when the Alpha found them. She quickly averted her eyes, not wanting to make a fellow Alpha mad as he was in the middle of scenting his partner.

“Oh, god. Sorry, sorry!” She rushed toward her bunk as Skye came out of hers, nearly knocking the young woman over.

The Beta rolled her eyes. “Jesus Christ, you two, get a room.” She headed into the bathroom, mumbling under her breath. “Fucking embarrassing Jemma. I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

Grant finally pulled away from Leo’s neck, admiring the bruise forming along his throat. “Well, my love, would you like to ‘get a room?’”

Leo, giggling, took the hand offered to him, ungracefully getting off his chair. They walked to their bunk, sliding the door closed and locking it after them.

Grant pulled off Leo and licked his lips, swallowing as Leo reached for his belt. Ward stopped him, pushing his grabby fingers away. Leo frowned, confused.

“But, what about you?”

“Still tender. Don’t worry; I’m sure you will take care of it later. Now, did you have dinner?” Grant asked, moving off his partner.

“No, I was waiting for my dutiful boyfriend to come home from war.”

“It was not war,” Grant spoke as he got up, kissing Leo on the forehead and leading him out the door. “But, yes, I am a dutiful boyfriend.” They trailed into the kitchen, sitting at the island and looking through take-out menus on Grant’s phone. “Uh, how about chicken parm?”

“Sure, that sounds good.” Leo yawned, sliding off the island chair to make himself some tea.

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” Grant said, holding his phone up to his ear as he walked away.

Soon enough, the Alpha returned to the eating area, carrying a bag with an unintelligible restaurant name on the side. The couple sat in silence for a while, chewing on their noodles.

Eventually, Ward cleared his throat, setting down his fork. “Hey, what do you think about going on a trip?” He rested his head on an open palm. “Just for a few days? Like at one of those S.H.I.E.L.D. places? I hear they are actually really nice.”

Leo paused and swallowed, looking at his boyfriend curiously. “Are you taking me away to kill me?”

“What? No!” Grant exclaimed, scandalized.

“That’s what serial killers say to people they just met.” The Omega pointed at his partner with a piece of chicken at the end of his fork.

“Of course, I’m not going to kill you.” The older shook his head, laughing. “Dork. I love you; why would I do that?”

Leo shrugged, sassily raising his eyebrows and taking another bite of his food.

“I just figured you could use a break.”

The dirty blonde smiled wide, eyes crinkling in the corners. “Okay. Yeah, sure, let’s do it. We’ll talk to Coulson in the morning.” The couple finished their dinner; Grant cleaned up the dishes while Leo took a shower.

Later, when they were in bed, Ward curled protectively around his boyfriend, and Leo chasing sleep in his arms, he whispered, “Sleep well, darling.” Fitz smiled, his dreams coming quickly.

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