Chapter Text
(Over a Year Later)
Ward burst down the wooden door with a violent kick and barged into the room with a snarl on his face and a gun, not an ICER, gripped in his hand. He pointed the weapon out in front of him, ready to fight, but he didn't find one. All he found was just what he was looking for.
Skye.
Glee and relief etched itself onto her face as she realized that it was Ward who had burst into the room. "Grant!" she exclaimed, wriggling against the ropes that held her to the chair. "Hurry up and get me out of here!"
Hydra had captured her and Ward had been the first one to run to her rescue before they could subject her to whatever horrors they had been planning. Hydra was never going to leave them alone.
Ward sighed in relief and shoved his gun into its holster that hung from his side. "Couldn't you just have quaked yourself out of here?" he asked.
Skye nodded up towards the ceiling, "Power inhibitors, can't do anything." she said. "Now cut me out of here, Grant. I don't have all day. Hurry up and do so before Hydra comes back."
"There's my Skye." Ward stated with a laugh, reaching for the knife that hung from his side, opposite of his gun. "You better be glad that I broke protocol to come and get you." He walked behind Skye and with one, swift motion, he cut the ropes from her wrists.
Skye got up, rubbing her wrists and gawking at Ward, "What the hell did you do?" he asked.
Ward shrugged, "Nothing much. Just stole one of the Quinjets and came by myself. Coulson was taking too long to figure out what the hell to do." he explained. "I'm probably gonna be in a hell of a lot of trouble when we get back."
"You've seriously got to stop risking yourself to save others, Grant." Skye scolded. "I think you've already made up for the whole Hydra debacle. And I told you, that doesn't matter anymore."
With a roll of his eyes, Ward groaned, "Let's just get the hell out of here, babe." he said. "Before Hydra gets the both of us. We can deal with things later." He nodded as a siren rang out, "See? We've wasted too much time already." He sheathed his knife and took his gun back out. "Now we're gonna have to fight our way out."
A smile formed on Skye's face, "I actually don't mind that. I want to give these jackasses a taste of their own medicine." she chided. "Payback's a bitch."
Ward frowned and watched as Skye stormed out of the door, "Skye!" he exclaimed, running after her. His gun was gripped tightly as he found Skye sending a shockwave towards a Hydra agent.
The Hydra agent hit the wall behind him and fell unconscious on the ground. Skye turned around and smiled at Ward.
"See? I have it handled."
"If you did have it 'handled', then you wouldn't be being rescued right now."
"Shut it before I get you too."
Ward shrugged, walking past her, "Whatever." he stated. "If you say so. I still wish I could do something like that. Then I wouldn't have to carry this damn gun around all the time."
"Don't get your hopes up, it's not as spectacular as it looks."
"Let's get back before Coulson sends an entire armada after us, if he hasn't already.
"You're to blame, you're the one that broke the rules to come get me."
"But I got you out of here, didn't I?"
"Don't get cocky yet, asshole."
(Later)
"What the hell were you thinking, Ward?!" Coulson exclaimed, glaring at Ward. "You could've got yourself seriously hurt or killed! You don't break protocol like that!"
Ward shrunk back under Coulson's stare. Even after a year, he was still paranoid and edgy about certain things, and being yelled at was one of them. "But," he began quietly.
"I know that Skye's alright!" Coulson snapped. "But you could've died and we could've possibly lost the both of you! You should've waited for my orders and I bet Skye would've still been okay! What were you thinking?!"
"He wanted to save me, sir." Skye said, walking into the room. "Don't be so harsh on him; his thinking still isn't quite right from last year. Cut him some slack. I think the only thing on his mind was getting me back, and he didn't care about the consequences."
Coulson breathed and ran a hand through his hair, "Skye, he could've gotten himself killed."
"But is he dead? No. He's not even hurt. We're both fine and you should be glad about that." Skye protested, crossing her arms as she casted a glance over to a semi-cowering Ward. "Coulson, come on. He's still trying. At least I'm here."
Coulson frowned, looking between Skye and Ward, trying to figure out what to say in response. After what seemed like an eternity to Ward, he finally spoke. "Fine, I'm not going to do any actions against you Ward, mostly because the both of you are okay. But consider this your warning. There will be repercussions the next time you do something like this.
He walked off and left the two alone.
Ward slunk back over to Skye, "Have I ever told you that I love you?" he asked, giving her a cheeky smile.
Skye blushed and rolled her eyes, "Be glad that I was here to save you this time. Coulson doesn't play around, especially since it's you." she replied.
"Hasn't he figured out that Hydra isn't a part of me anymore?" Ward questioned, wrapping his arm around Skye as they walked out of the room. "That died when the whole incident began. He should know that."
"Grant, it's just the magnitude of the whole situation. Even though you've proved yourself time and time again, it's still hard to put full trust in you."
Ward stopped and frowned, letting his arms drop to his side, "So that means you don't fully trust me?" he asked, a broken tone forming in his voice. He still had issues when it came to trusting what was real. He still had issues discerning reality from fiction.
"I trust you enough to let you be my boyfriend, right?" Skye asked, raising an eyebrow. "Right?"
Ward gulped, blushing slightly before nodding hesitantly, "I-I guess so." he stammered. "I mean, yes. Right?"
Skye scoffed and smiled, kissing him on the cheek, "I do trust you, Grant. I and do love you. But your relations with other people may take a little longer to heal." she replied.
Ward smiled a weak, sad smile, "I'm still sick though. I'm still not right up here." He pointed at his head.
"And anyone would be after going through something like that. It's gonna take time. A year's not gonna cut it. Garner said it himself. It may take another year or so before you're back to your normal mental state."
"I guess you're right." Ward mumbled, rubbing his left arm. "Can't let that hold me back though."
"Yep. Now come on, Fitzsimmons wanted us to watch a movie with them or something." she urged, grabbing his arm and dragging him down the hall.
"God help me."
"Stop complaining and do what I say, Robot."
"We're back with that?"
"Yep. The robot with programming issues."
"Stop that!"
"Nope!"
END