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Hii, I am back with more thoughts about Maria Hill 🙆

It is kinda in the same lines as the one I posted yesterday, and even though it can be read separately, you should really get a look at it :)

The woman is known for being rough with the new recruits, and you are no exception, but if there is something she can't bear is witnessing someone else being rude to her trainee. That is her privilege to roughing up her recruit.

Especially when those people have no reasons to do so because they are definitely not as good at the job as you are.

She knew something was up. She is not an idiot, she has seen the way you were so distant with your teammates and other people from your promotion. Yet, you were too stubborn to talk, keeping everything to yourself, insisting that you were fine despite her attempts to push you to share with her what was wrong. So the woman had to keep an eye from afar, and to figure out by herself what was happening.

It is weird the urge she felt to protect you from everything and everyone. She tried to ignore it, and it made the woman stricter during your training, but no matter how hard she would try to push this feeling away, it won't go.

When she saw you that day, starting a fight in the corridors with some of your teammate, she didn't hesitate before stepping in — "Get out of my view. Now," she said, and you were about to leave with the rest of them, maybe you were hoping that she hadn't even notice that you were here in the first place. "Not you," she added, and you should have know that it was a vain hope.

You have no idea what she is thinking about. Her expression is unreadable, as usual, and you can only imagine the things she is going to yell at you once you have reached her office — Probably how disappointed she is. Yet, you are surprised, because the door she eventually pushs is not her office's but the medbay's one, and nothing bad happened when you stepped in. The explosion you were waiting for never came, the woman didn't yell, she just signed for you to find a place to sit.

The screaming part never came. She just silently took care of the wounds in your face, and her touch was so gentle that it surprised you. She usually doesn't care about hurting you, especially not during training. Somehow, the realization made you cry, because it has been so long since the last time someone has been that gentle with you, and you are just realizing now what you have been missing.

You do not exacly know why, but you are not really getting along with the rest of your team. They keep pushing you away, hating you for stuff you haven't do. Before you could realize it, yourself was the only person you could count on, and you were slowly falling apart. The exhaustion, and the rought training with Commander Hill, made it harder to keep your emotions in check lately.

The woman was almost expecting it, when you started crying in her arms. She knows how rude the first weeks as an agent can be, especially when you don't have a team to help you to get through it. She is surprised that you didn't reach your breaking point earlier. Usually, recruits would snap at her out of her anger during the first few days of their trainings, or they would cry, but you haven't. Not until today.

And because she understands your situation, she didn't say a word. The woman just wrapped her arms around you, craddling you, and whispering soft words in your ear until you calm down. It is safe to say that, since that day, none of your teammates dared to try to annoy you again.

[starksluttt]

safe

leo fitz x reader

wc. <1k

a/n: a little tiny fitz fluff piece cus im rewatching aos and it's slowly destroying me

a/n: takes place during beginning of season 2 after ward dumps fitzsimmons into the ocean

a clatter in the distance woke you, "fitz? are you alright" you mumbled sleepily.

rubbing your eyes groggily you peered about, he was at his desk again, head in his hands. "please baby, come back to bed" you muttered from the covers

hearing no response you pried yourself from the mattress, the sudden shock of the cold wooden floor sent a shiver through your body. feeling vulnerable, you quickly wrapped yourself in a sheet before stumbling over to fitz - who was still murmuring to himself. .

"they can't do this" he whispered, his voice shaking with fear. you felt a certain anger towards ward in these moments, something that could only be satiated by putting a bullet in that snakes' head.

your voice trembled with remorse as you rubbed his back, kneeling next to the desk, "what do you mean fitz" you whispered,

"are you hurt?" you breathed, he closed his eyes, leaning into your touch while you checked him over,

with watery eyes he looked down, grasping your hands in his and not daring to look in your eyes,

"they-" he stopped, whimpering and attempting to catch his breath as he traced circles with his thumb over the back of your hand,

"they don't let me be with you"

you coaxed him to stand and as you did, he slowly made his way over to the bed

"mack and may and coulson, they said i'd hurt you and i was hurting evryone around me-" fitz stuttered catching his breath "they wouldn't let me stay with you, i had to leave" he whimpered softly "they made me". he looked up at you, his eyes desperate and watery.

you sat yourself onto the bed, crossing your legs, leo followed suit seating himself with his hands by his side, supporting himself.

"it's just you and me, alright?" you never broke eye contact with him

you could tell he was scared to reach out to you, there were a couple times like this since the accident. watching him struggle to make a physical connection with you was something you never wanted to experience, never wanted him to experience. and yet here you were.

you caught your hands finding comfort on either side of his head "fitz please, you know them, they wouldn't do that" you leaned your forehead against his allowing your hands to drop to his shoulders. you'd never tell him it was just a nightmare, because you knew, when it was happening it feels real. it feels like an all consuming weight that could very well near never be lifted.

fitz leaned forward, breathing you in and pressing a kiss to your forehead, your cheek, before finding your lips, desperately leaning in. him bit at your bottom lip, making you part them, for him to find your tongue.

you rolled your head back slightly, leo quickly pressed his lips to your neck, nipping softly, before burying his face in your shoulder.

you leaned your back against the headboard as he rested his head on your chest "you make me feel safe" he stated "only you" he hid his head in your chest, inhaling your scent, you pressed kisses all over the top of his head,

he took your hand in his, pressing it to his cheek, you ran your through his hair, softly tracing circles on his scalp, he leaned into your touch, whimpering in the slightest.

you promised yourself there, in the faint glow of the city outside, if you ever saw ward again you'd drive a knife across his neck

[upat4amwiththemoon]

can I request a Daisy Johnson x reader fanfic where reader works at shield and is the (secret) daughter of Coulson and May and only a small circle, not including Daisy knows who readers parents are. Reader and Daisy met at shield hq and Daisy ends up ranting to Coulson about the girl she met and after a while Coulson realises Daisy is talking about his daughter?

Accidental oversharing

Summary: The secret daughter of Phil Coulson and Melinda May.

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x female!reader, Philinda x daughter!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 772

a/n: day 1000 of wishing Marvel gave us more Daisy Johnson content

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

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“Oh shit!” A stack of papers falls to the ground as Daisy’s body bumps right into someone in the middle of the SHIELD headquarters’ hallway.

“I’m so sorry.” The other woman mumbles as she kneels down, starting to gather all the papers from the ground. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“No, it’s my fault,” Daisy picks up the few papers that flew further away.

The woman gives Daisy a small smile as she stands up, now holding all of her papers. She takes a double take, her brows scrunching together. “Aren’t you the Quake?”

“Oh god,” she cringes at the mention of her superhero name, “please call me Daisy. I hate that name.”

“Okay, Daisy. I’m Y/N.” Freeing one of her hands, Y/N reaches it out to shake Daisy’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

It’s not that Daisy doesn’t pay attention to the people working at SHIELD, because she does, she makes sure to be at least polite to everyone (who deserves it), but right now she can’t help but stare at the woman in front of her, taking her in fully. “Uhuh.” She nods, shaking Y/N’s hand softly.

“Okay.” She lets out a small laugh before pulling her hand away from Daisy’s weak grip. “I really have to get going, but I’ll see you around, maybe.” Y/N waits for a couple of seconds before walking away.

“Yeah…” Daisy whispers, her eyes following her until she finally registers reality. “Wait what?” Her eyes widen as a visceral need to get the woman’s number comes over her. She desperately looks around to find the woman, but the sea of people has already hidden her from sight. “Shit.”

Daisy has no choice but to continue her way to Coulson, who called for her at least 30 minutes ago.

“Hey, Daisy?” Coulson’s hand waves in front of her face. “Are you listening to me?”

Daisy sighs, coming out of her dreamland as she focused her gaze on Coulson. “No, sorry AC.”

“What’s going on?”

Leaning her head over the back of the couch, Daisy smiles softly as she reminisces what happened not too long ago. “I bumped into someone, a woman, today. I don’t think I’ve seen her around before, because I’d definitely remember her if I had.”

“Someone finally caught your eye?” Coulson has a small grin on his face as he listens to her talk.

“What do you mean finally?” She scoffs, rolling her eyes before going to explaining. “She was so beautiful and nice, so cute, and I was acting so weird around her.” Daisy lays her hand over her face, a small grimace on it. “But I couldn’t help it! I got completely mesmerized by her.”

Though Coulson wanted to tease her at first, his grin turns into a genuine smile. Daisy hasn’t really paid attention to people after everything that happened with Ward and then Lincoln, so he is truly happy for her.

“I didn’t get her number though.” She mumbles. “But her name is Y/N, do you know her?”

At the mention of her name, Coulson’s brows raise. “Y/N? About yay tall, great hair, smiling all the time?” He gestures with his hands, wanting to make sure they’re thinking about the same person.

“Yeah! So you do know her?”

“Ask her number from May. I’m banner from that duty since I apparently don’t know how to judge a person’s vibes well enough.” He says it as if it’s the moat ridiculous thing he has ever heard, but there’s fondness in his tone.

Daisy furrows her brows, now lifting her head up properly to watch Coulson. “You know her well? May too?”

“Mhm.” He smiles, his arms crossed over his chest. “She is our daughter.”

There is a prolonged silence as Daisy tries to wrap her head around the sentence. “Daughter? You-“ she opens and closes her mouth, her wide eyes stuck on Coulson’s grinning face. “I know you two are together, but long enough to have a whole adult daughter?”

“Very few people know.”

“Why wasn’t I one of those people?”

“Security reasons. Don’t worry, none of the people on the team know.” Coulson takes out his phone, informing May that Daisy is now aware of their daughter.

“But-“ Daisy huffs before shaking her head. “Philinda daughter…” she mumbles.

“Please don’t call her that. May might hurt you.” Coulson pats Daisy’s shoulder. “Do you want her number?”

“Yes! Yes, I want her number.”

“Go get it from May-“ Daisy is already on her feet, “she is getting the bus ready.” And Daisy is gone, leaving Coulson to chuckle by himself.

[onegayastronaut]

Rekindling the Flame

Requested by anon: Hi could I maybe request a Melinda May & female reader fic where May and reader were best friends at the academy but went on different paths and are now reuniting again. Bonus points if Daisy is convinced they are a couple and is shipping them hard.

Words: 1104

Melinda May wasn’t one for nostalgia. The past was a place she avoided revisiting—its weight far too heavy for her liking. But when Director Coulson assigned her to oversee a new mission briefing, she couldn’t suppress the flicker of emotion that broke through her usually steely demeanor.

The specialist called in to consult wasn’t just anyone.

It was you.

Her best friend from the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy days. The one person who knew her before the “Cavalry,” before Bahrain, before the years of stoic silence and walls built too high for anyone to climb.

May stood near the head of the conference room, arms crossed, her gaze locked on the door. When you walked in, it felt like the years apart melted away, even if the faint lines at the corners of your eyes spoke of your own battles.

You scanned the room, stopping short when you saw her. A smile broke across your face—bright and familiar, just like she remembered.

“Agent May,” you greeted, your voice betraying a flicker of nervousness. You hadn’t seen her in over a decade.

“(Y/N),” May said, her tone unusually soft.

The room fell quiet as the two of you locked eyes. There was so much to say, but no words to fill the void years had left. Finally, you grinned, trying to lighten the mood.

“Still as intimidating as ever, I see.”

May’s lips twitched. “And you’re still as reckless.”

The old rhythm between you two came flooding back, and for a moment, the years and the pain didn’t matter. The rest of the room might as well have disappeared.

From across the room, Daisy nudged Mack with her elbow. “Okay, what is going on there?”

“What do you mean?” Mack asked, glancing at you and May. You were seated close together, heads tilted toward one another as you talked in hushed tones. It was the most animated anyone had seen May in months.

Daisy gestured wildly. “Look at them! The shared smiles, the intense eye contact. That’s not just a friend reunion. That’s chemistry.”

Mack snorted. “You’re reading too much into it.”

“Am I?” Daisy countered, crossing her arms. “They’re giving serious power couple vibes. Like, ‘grumpy mentor meets sunshine bestie’ kind of energy. I’m just saying—I’m here for it.”

Mack shook his head. “You’ve been watching too many rom-coms.”

Later that evening, you found May in the lounge, sitting with a cup of tea in hand. The dim lighting softened her sharp features, making her look less like the hardened warrior the world knew and more like the young woman you’d shared late-night study sessions with at the Academy.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you asked, taking a seat beside her.

“Never do,” she replied, her voice low.

You leaned back, letting the silence stretch. It was comfortable, just like it used to be. Words weren’t always necessary with May; she appreciated quiet company over hollow chatter.

“I missed you,” you said finally, breaking the stillness.

May’s gaze shifted to you, her expression unreadable. After a long pause, she admitted, “I missed you too.”

Your lips curved into a smile. “You could’ve reached out, you know. I’m not that hard to find.”

“I didn’t think you’d want to hear from me,” she said, her voice softer than you’d ever heard it.

You frowned. “Why wouldn’t I?”

She hesitated, then looked away. “A lot’s changed since the Academy.”

“Not everything,” you said gently. “You’re still my best friend, May. That’ll never change.”

Her shoulders relaxed, just a fraction, and she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. For the first time in years, she felt something close to peace.

The next morning, Daisy cornered you in the gym. “Okay, spill it,” she demanded, planting her hands on her hips.

You blinked at her, mid-punch on the bag. “Spill what?”

“You and May,” Daisy said, grinning. “What’s the deal? Are you secretly dating? Have you been together since the Academy? Because if not, I’m officially shipping this.”

You laughed, a sound that startled even you. “Daisy, we’re just friends. Always have been.”

Daisy raised an eyebrow. “Sure, Jan. Tell that to literally everyone else who’s seen you two together.”

You shook your head, still smiling. “I think you’ve been spending too much time on fan forums.”

“Maybe,” Daisy admitted, “but mark my words: there’s something there.”

The briefing had gone smoothly, and the mission was executed with precision. You and May fell into an effortless rhythm, working together as though no time had passed since your last joint operation. Your movements were in sync, your strategies perfectly aligned. The rest of the team couldn’t help but notice.

“They’re like a well-oiled machine,” Mack said, watching as you and May coordinated an infiltration with little more than nods and hand signals.

“Told you,” Daisy whispered back. “Couple energy.”

By the time the mission was over, the team returned to the Quinjet in high spirits. You sat beside May in the corner, both of you quietly decompressing. The silence between you wasn’t heavy this time; it was companionable, filled with unspoken understanding.

As the Quinjet soared back toward the Playground, May turned to you. “So...are you staying this time?”

The question hung in the air, heavy with hope.

You smiled, your eyes warm. “If you’ll have me.”

May didn’t reply right away, but the faint curve of her lips said more than words ever could. For the first time in years, she allowed herself to hope.

From the cockpit, Daisy leaned over to Mack and whispered, “Called it.”

Mack sighed. “You’re impossible.”

A week later, the team gathered for a rare evening off. Daisy’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she watched you and May quietly chatting on the other side of the room. Finally, she couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“So, when’s the wedding?” she called out, grinning.

The room fell silent. You choked on your drink, and May shot Daisy a glare that could’ve frozen lava.

“Daisy,” May said in a warning tone.

“What?” Daisy said innocently. “I’m just saying, you two are perfect together. The world’s been waiting.”

You looked at May, a mixture of amusement and embarrassment on your face. “She’s relentless.”

May sighed. “You have no idea.”

As the others laughed and the conversation shifted, May leaned closer to you, her voice low enough that only you could hear. “Ignore her.”

“She might be onto something,” you teased, your eyes twinkling.

May gave you a look, but the corners of her mouth betrayed the faintest of smiles. For the first time in years, she felt something she thought she’d lost forever.

Happiness.

[captainsophiestark]

Recruit

Grant Ward x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2024!

Fandom: Marvel

Day Six Prompt: "I'm not giving up."

Summary: Grant and his mostly ex girlfriend have a long history together. She's spent months trying to live two lives, one staying in touch with him post-Hydra and the other as a member of the original SHIELD team. Now, SHIELD's on the path to kill Grant once and for all, and she's gonna have to make a choice.

Word Count: 2,521

Category: Angst, Fluff

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I sighed, trying hard not to roll my eyes as I stared straight ahead. A little over twenty minutes ago, some Hydra higher-up had come in to bark orders telling us to keep our backs against the pillars and not flinch. This was the next in a line of ridiculous recruitment tests, but for me, it would hopefully be the last.

The sound of tires screeching on the concrete floor on the other side of this massive, abandoned warehouse told me I might just get lucky.

Barely a moment later, I saw a bright red car darting between the pillars not too far from me. Every single recruit stayed stock still, not even their eyes tracking the car's progress. I was the exception. I couldn't help but follow the car as it sped between pillars, trying to get a glimpse of the man I was looking for.

The car took a corner a few rows away from me, and I finally got a clear look. Some former Hydra exec was holding onto the hood for dear life, screaming his head off. A big, burly Hydra enforcer I'd seen a handful of times before sat in the passenger seat. And the man of the hour, leading a coup within Hydra, drove confidently even in the narrow space.

Grant Ward.

As soon as the car was out of sight, I took a deep breath. Weeks of undercover work had led to this moment, finally. Grant had always been hard to find if he didn't want to be found, but since Daniel Whitehall's death and the downfall of the old Hydra, he'd had no choice but to open himself up to more risk of discovery. Hard to build an organization if you won't talk to anybody or list an address.

The car took a tight corner much closer to me than before, and I could see Grant talking to the guy in his passenger seat. They disappeared from my view again, and I tried to track their movement by sound only. Still, when he came flying around the pillar I had my back to, it surprised me. I didn't look down, but I could've sworn Grant came within a few inches of running over my foot. I couldn't completely hold back a flinch.

The red car came to a screeching halt. I glanced down without moving my head and found tire skid marks on the concrete. The guy on the hood had gone flying, but Grant hadn't moved. Finally, after a few long moments, he shut of the engine and stepped out of the car.

The enforcer in the passenger seat stayed where he was as Grant started heading in my direction. I returned to staring straight ahead, back straight against the concrete pillar. This time I didn't flinch, not even to glance at him when he stopped so close to me that my arm was brushing his chest. I glanced over at him, meeting his eyes briefly, then snapped back to staring straight ahead.

"You flinched," he said simply, his voice low. Still, I had no doubt it was echoing through the entire room. I didn't look at him as I replyed.

"...You got pretty close to me on that turn."

"Absolute faith is required from recruits," he snapped, almost before I'd finished speaking. I bit my tongue to keep my mouth from twitching into a smile, then replied.

"Yes sir."

I heard Grant huff through his nose, and in any other situation, I'm sure he would've been rolling his eyes. Years and years of SHIELD training were the only things keeping me from cracking a smile. The rest of the warehouse was deadly silent, as if the other recruits were holding their breaths. Grant didn't bother to address them as he grabbed my bicep tightly and tugged me away from the pillar.

"Kebo," he barked to the guy still sitting in the car. "Handle the rest of this for me."

"Yes sir."

Grant set a brisk pace through the pillars of recruits, his grip never loosening on my arm. I actually struggled a little to keep up with him, and every Hydra recruit we passed seemed a more unsettled than they'd been with Grant driving between them at Mach 10.

Before long, I realized we were heading for the elevators at the back of the warehouse. Grant pulled me inside with him, punching a button and then staring straight ahead, his grip like iron on my arm, as the doors slid closed on the warehouse floor. We started moving down, and I realized this must've been one of the last levels of Hydra recruiting, since they seemed to have a whole base set up here.

I let the silence hang in the elevator for about two seconds, then I took a breath to speak. Before I could get a word out, though, Grant cut me off with a squeeze of my arm. I knew him well enough to know that meant not here.

The doors to the elevator slid closed at last, and Grant pulled me along with him, through a deserted hallway lined with doors. Each door had a keypad on it, and honestly, the setup rivaled some of the things I'd seen at SHIELD bases.

Finally, Grant stopped outside a door at the very end of the hallway. With his free hand, he swiped a keycard and opened it, then pulled me in after him. He turned to shut the door, giving me a shove further into the room at the same time.

I caught my balance and came to a stop in the middle of a living room. Apparently, we'd ended up in the master suite for the brand new head of Hydra.

"How the hell did you get here?"

I turned around to find Grant standing a few steps in front of me, his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face. I put a hand on my hip and raised an eyebrow.

"You posted a pretty broad open-call for new recruits. Believe it or not, I've got the skills to impress a base-level Hydra recruiter."

Grant huffed and rolled his eyes, an incredibly familiar reaction. Since I'd met him at the Academy, Grant had been giving me that look.

"So you spent the past three weeks going through the trials with the rest of my innagural class of Hydra recruits? Why?"

"Because you've been ridiculously hard to find lately. And you haven't been answering my calls."

"I thought you were getting tired of the double-life. Checking in with me and then going about your day with the old team like nothing ever happened. I thought you'd be relieved."

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes.

"You going radio silent on me is not a relief, Grant. Especially now."

"Why especially now?"

I sighed, crossing my arms and taking a second to look away from Grant. So far, I could more or less pass this all off to Coulson and the rest of our team as an attempt to get inside info on Hydra. It might raise a few eyebrows, but nothing I couldn't talk my way out of. If I kept going from here, I might not be able to go back.

I'd spent three weeks literally fighting my way here, through a sea of other Hydra recruits and a bunch of bullshit challenges. Honestly, I'd been walking the line for too long now. Grant and I had been through everything together since our Academy days, when we were barely adults playing at superspies. I'd loved him for a long, long time, and I couldn't just hover between him and my friends anymore hoping for the best.

I looked back at Grant. He stared me down, waiting patiently for whatever I was about to say. I'd tried a few times before now to get him to come back to me, and so far, I hadn't been successful. He'd done some truly terrible things, but all the same, I knew I just couldn't let him go.

"The rest of the SHIELD team's about to come at you a lot harder than before. They smell blood in the water with Hydra, and after what you did to Bobbi..."

Grant's jaw clenched, and I took a deep breath.

"That sucked, obviously, but... it's part of why I'm here. I've never seen the team so bloodthirsty, Grant. And I can't just stand in the room and do nothing while they're planning ways to take you out."

"Why don't you say something while you're in the room, then?"

"Don't you think I've tried?" I took a deep breath, fighting to keep my emotions in check. The team didn't know how much contact I still had with Grant, but they did know how I felt about him. They knew our history. But this time, it didn't matter. "Nobody's hearing it. They've held back from a kill shot for my sake before, but this time they won't, Grant. Nobody in there cares who or what you are or were to me. They're coming after you to end this, once and for all."

When I met Grant's eyes again, he actually looked surprised. I was fighting back a few tears, especially at the memory of the fight I'd had with Coulson about the fate of the man before me, and he looked shocked that I cared.

"Sweetheart..." he sighed, running a hand through his hair and shaking his head. I saw the wall go up on his face, trying to block out me and any feelings he had that might force him to an epiphany. I frowned. "I am not a good man. Coulson, Fitz, the rest of our team... whatever they're saying about me, they're right. What's it going to take to get that through your head?"

"What's it going to take to get it through your head that I won't buy it!" I cried, moving forward until Grant and I were chest to chest. He didn't back down an inch, and neither did I. "These past three weeks, I've done the stupidest shit in my career since the hazingin my first year at the Academy. I've spent months lying to my closest friends for the sake of staying in touch with you, and dammit Grant, it was not so I could stand here and have you tell me you're not worth it! You're wrong, you are! We've spent more than a decade of our lives together, hip to hip, shoulder to shoulder, or back to back through literal hell. I know you've had opportunities to take me out the way you've tried to take out other members of my team, but you've never taken them. And frankly Grant... I don't care what you've done. Maybe that makes me a bad person, but I love you! I'm not willing to lose you. I'm not giving up."

"So how exactly do you see this going, then?" he asked, his voice grim and quiet, especially contrasted with mine. "What do you think happens next, huh? You think you bring me back to SHIELD? You did it, you saved me, and now the team welcomes me back with open arms?"

"Of course not!"

"Then what? What are you expecting? You want to join Hydra? I find that very hard to believe-"

"No! I want to run! You and me, getting the fuck out of here! Grant, I'm sick of spending my days hunting somebody I love. I'm sick of worrying every day that one of my closest friends is going to find him and kill him, despite knowing how I feel about him. Honestly Grant, I'm done with it! Let's just get out of here! You and I both know we're good enough to completely disappear if we want to. Hell, if you hadn't been actively recruiting, I don't know if I would've been able to find you!"

"...You can't be serious."

"And why the hell not?"

"Come on. You're seriously willing to abandon SHIELD for me? To become fugitives for the rest of our lives?"

I reached out and took Grant's hands, pulling them around my waist until he got the hint. He held me tight on his own as I put my hands on his shoulders and stared straight into his eyes when I answered.

"Yes. Absolutely yes. Look, if I'd been willing to join Hydra, I would've done it a long time ago. But I'm also not willing to be a part of the team that kills you. I can't stay with SHIELD and get what I want. So, honestly, what better time for the both of us to get the hell out? We were going to need an exit strategy eventually, right?"

Grant huffed a laugh, and even though he shook his head, his expression told me he was on the brink of giving in.

"The exit strategy we used to talk about included a nice retirement plan."

"Grant. We're spies. The peaceful retirement package was never anything more than a pipe dream."

The coner of his mouth pulled up in a smile, and I grinned right back at him. His arms tightened around my waist, pulling me into him, and I let my hands roam across his shoulders and the back of his neck.

"You're sure you want to do this? If you run away with me, you'll probably never be able to go back to the rest of the team."

"If this stupid revenge cycle goes any further, I'm not going to be able to go back to them anyway. Besides, I've put in my time. I think I've earned my retirement. I was thinking... somewhere tropical?"

Grant finally broke, the last of his resolve giving way as the small smile turned into a grin. He pulled me tightly against his chest and leaned in to kiss me, and damn if it didn't feel good. I'd missed being with him like this, the two of us on the same side, happy, and with a plan in place ahead of us. I deepened the kiss, and Grant got the message immediately.

His hand moved up on my waist to just barely slip under my shirt, but then he pulled back. I frowned, worried he'd started second-guessing our plan, but he quickly set me straight.

"If we're doing this, we need to go. Now. Kebo won't stay busy upstairs forever, and he'll start to wonder where I disappeared to. As much as I want to keep this going... I also don't want him interrupting us."

"You know, I have to agree. Besides, we'll have plenty of time for everything we want to do once we're out of here."

"Yeah. Yeah, we will."

Grant and I shared a smile, then I helped him make quick work of packing up the handful of things we might need. We slipped out of the place less than ten minutes later, both officially disappearing from our old lives without a trace. SHIELD and Hydra could fight it out without us. Finally, I had Grant back, and we were going to build our own happy ending. Together.

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Bottom to the top (Platonic)

Request: I miss ur writing so much so I was wondering if you could do like an angst agents of shield one where the reader is stuck at the bottom of the ocean with fitz and Simmons but somehow finds a way to save both of them but reader ends up like really hurt?

Summary: Being friends with two beacons of light in this world is nice with the life at SHIELD you had. It makes you want to ensure that light never goes out, even at your own expense. But those two catch you.

Waking up first in the pod, you hear a clang against the side. Then you open your eyes. Sunlight, if disturbed, is reaching you.

Looking out the window, you see why it was disturbed. Because it's going through the water.

A lot of water.

One breath would maybe just be enough to get you up there - but the problem was getting through the window. The rush of the water would be like a shotgun blast hitting armour, you'd live, but the shock would be knock all the air out of you.

You looked at your two friends, the two geniuses on this ragtag team who had surprisingly come together.

Fitz was up first. He saw the water, then looked to you. You and Fitz had a bond built on understanding, you both struggled with your mind, your cruel minds. Fitz had his father, you had a life of SHIELD to thank for yours.

You were still loyal to the organisation, well the idea of the organisation and the people in it, just not the methods.

He sits with you by the window, watching the fish go by.

"You think we'll be sleeping with them soon enough?"

You snort.

"I'll make sure to leave the cannoli."

It's Fitz who snorts now, but you hear the tremble.

"Hey," you say, putting a hand on his lap, "I'm getting you out of here, ok?"

He sniffles, "how can you be so sure?"

You smile, but it's a small one, "I'll find a way to get you both out."

He clocks the way you don't count yourself in that - and yet, he doesn't correct or ask you.

Jemma soon wakes up, and though she is relived to see you both ok, she soon also realises your shared prediciment.

You help guide Jemma over to Fitz. She puts her hand on her head, before looking to you, "you're bruised."

"I ain't the one bleeding from the head."

"Still, let me look --"

"Hey, hey," You say, crouching to her level, "you look after your head, ok? We'll get through this," you squeeze her hands, "I promise."

Jemma nods, still shaken and processing everything.

Fitz and her talk about energy and how it is never destroyed, and how it becomes something new.

Fitz then looks to you. He's never been a supernatural believer, at least religious wise - but there is that slight comfort in energy never dying. A part of you always technically existing. Just in case this all goes south.

He sees you working. Never one to give up, but he notices you're only holding one mask. Human nature makes him gulp - comfort or not via the energy, it's still dying.

He sees you put the mask down, and put your hands into a fist. His eyes soften a small bit, your ability to take pain away from others.

"Fitz," Jemma says, "what is it?"

She then looks to you," are you ok?" she asks you.

You turn to her, your eyes for once betraying how you feel.

"We'll be ok," she says, even if her voice shakes.

You give her a smile, "I know you will."

"Don't talk like that."

You look to Fitz. He holds his hand out. You squeeze it. Jemma sees some light go from him to you.

"No," she begs, "no, please --"

"It's already done, Jem."

You've seen her look heartbroken before, but this, this look of hopelessness, makes you falter.

"Please don't do this...you're my - our - best friend."

"You're mine, too. But this, this is how I can help you. I make sure you get out. You both get me out, too. But..." your voice shakes a bit, "just in case this goes sideways...you both are such an important part of my life, and I hope you resolve this thing between you both."

Fitz's cheeks go red. You snort, despite the sob making its way up your throat. Jemma half laughs and sobs, before kissing your cheeks and forehead multiple times. She then knocks it against yours, just in case.

She barely lets out her "no!" as you hit the button.

Fitz can feel the hit, just not the pain. Meaning he recovers quickly and his able to grab you. Jemma uses the mask, getting that jolt of air that she needed - your power could only handle one person at a time - and helped pull you up.

She didn't know when she fell asleep, but she woke up to Director Fury above her, and the first thing he did was assure her you were ok.

She goes to see you in a pod, with Fitz sat next to you.

"Are you feeling ok?" she asks Fitz, holding his hand.

"As I can be," he says.

She puts her head on his shoulder, "we'll be here, every step of the way."

He presses a kiss to her hair, "I didn't plan on being anywhere else."

You made sure they got out ok, they'll make sure you recover as best you can.

Things are changing, you probably will some way from this. But, they know one thing that won't:

Your loyalty to each other.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fic Type: Angst

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

Inspired by: Agents Of Shield 2x21/22

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grant Ward.

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

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

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

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

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

For the sake of the mission. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cause you miss me, hon?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that a threat, baby?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then apologize!”

“For a miscommunication? I did weeks ago!”

“It wasn’t enough.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Which means?” Amelia asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

However nothing from The Young Avengers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If she might even survive this.

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

It was hopeless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ames.”

“Not even close, and you know it.” 

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

“So did you..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

But there was something more to that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Amelia!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She’s waiting.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Shining Light

Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x sister!reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Characters: Daisy, Y/N

Description: Y/N struggles with her self-worth and has always looked up to Daisy for her strength and is always by her side. When the two get hurt on a mission, Y/N hides her pain and gets Daisy to help first, but Daisy knows something is wrong.

For as long as you can remember, you have always wanted to be like Daisy. She was the shining light in your life and the one you always looked up to. She was strong and fearless, whereas you were the opposite, which always buried your self-worth. You would run and hide whenever the slightest problem arose; Daisy, however, would run at it head first, and that is what you have always admired about her. At one point, you made a conscious decision to change. You decided that enough was enough and would make something of yourself, so you followed Daisy's footsteps and joined S.H.I.E.L.D.

You stuck to Daisy's side throughout your training missions, analysing her every move and trying to memorise it to be the best you can be. You eventually joined her in the field for actual missions as her partner. The mission you were going on was like any other, sneak in for recon, plant some bugs and sneak back out. Your legs were shaking as you got closer to your destination. A warm hand was placed on your leg, and it immediately stopped as you looked over at Daisy. "It's going to be fine; we've done this so many times. It's just a simple mission, Y/N." A smile spread across your lips, and you nodded in agreement, but the anxiety was still there, a silent companion in your body.

The jet landed outside the building, and you and Daisy. It seemed abandoned, with the windows blanketed with darkness, but you knew better. With a nod to Daisy, you swung open the door and headed inside. Guns were at the ready, and you both silently walked around the building, but it seemed as though nobody was home. "We were lucky this time, Daisy. Let's go before they come back." Daisy chuckled as she placed the last bug underneath a side table. "Alright, c'mon, sis."

Just as you both turned, a swarm of guards approached you from nowhere and erupted into firepower. Both of you rolled out of the way and down the next corridor. You felt a slight stinging in your side and looked down; blood was seeping through your uniform after a bullet had grazed your side. You pushed down the pain and carried on running with Daisy. She turned and began shooting back, getting most of her shots on target. A scream echoed through the corridor as Daisy fell to the floor. "We need emergency evac, NOW!" You shouted through your comms before leaning over to drag Daisy out of danger. Your eyes widened as you noticed the bullet embedded into her side. "We need to get you out of here, now." You groaned and winced as you stood up with Daisy and felt the bullet graze a tear wider in your side. Daisy looked at you with concern, her eyebrows knitted together. "Y/N, are you alright?" You nodded silently and slowly walked down the corridor, keeping out of sight by keeping to the sides. An explosion blew open a wall further up the corridor, and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents piled inside. You handed Daisy over to safety first, ensuring she was alright before returning inside. "Y/N, please be careful in there. You've come so far; I'm proud of you." You smiled widely at her before rejoining the fight.

You entered the building and began shooting at the enemies approaching you. You were getting every shot until the edges of your vision began to darken. The shots became sporadic and eventually stopped when you collapsed on the floor.

You groaned as you heard monitors beeping in the back of your head. Slowly opening your eyes, you were met with a bright light and a worried sister sitting beside you in the medical wing of S.H.I.E.L.D. "W-what happened? My head hurts like hell and - ow!" You moved slightly, and a sharp stabbing pain erupted in your side, which allowed your memory to come back to you. "Ah, that's what happened." You slowly sat up and loosely hugged Daisy, kissing her face. "Don't get me wrong, Y/N, I'm so happy you're okay, but why would you go back there knowing you were hurt? You could have died!" You looked down in embarrassment and twiddled your thumbs. "I-I thought I could do it! I was so close, but I had to fumble that up, too, just like I do everything. You would have been able to do it, Daisy, but not me. You can do everything, and I'm just...."

A stray tear fell down your cheek as your feelings poured out. Daisy sat there and listened to everything while rubbing soothing circles into your hand. "Y/N, you have come so far from the person you used to be. You need to cut yourself some slack. You're one of the best agents I know, nearly as good as me, but you must take care of yourself. I knew there was something wrong back there, but I just assumed it was sore muscles or something, not that you'd been hurt by a bullet! Please don't hide those things from me. I want to be able to help you, too."

You nodded in understanding. "Alright, Daisy, I promise."

[thebisexualdogdad]

RP rambles: inhuman!reader (Daisy's brother) x Deke Shaw meet Buggy

Co-written with @inhumanshadows

● Imagine the team gets sent across the multiverse where they end up in the one piece world

● Inhuman!reader after meeting Buggy "I can't believe in this universe you're a clown pirate"

● Deke "I know isn't it awesome!!"

● Buggy seeing Deke with his face “well hello handsome.”

● Daisy “oh god no…”

● May "we need to figure out how to get back home immediately"

● Deke "but can't we be pirates for a while??"

● Daisy "no way, they don't have showers here"

● "We just spent a year in space how is this any different"

● Daisy "don't take Dekes side just because he's your boyfriend"

● “I’m not.”

● Daisy “Or cause you wanna bang pirate deke.”

● “I’m… not answering that.”

● Then you do end up in bed with both deke and Buggy and its heaven

● Daisy when she finds out the next morning “I’m in hell.”

[a-spes]

So.. I have seen an edit about Captain Anderson & Chen, from the Rookie, and maybe I was the only one to ship them, but I really like (love) the dynamic the both of them have 🙃

And so, I can't stop thinking about Maria Hill having a similar bond with Reader when they are both working as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agents. So hope you will enjoy the Maria Hill content you get today 🙆

She is the training officer than no one wants to be assigned to.

She may be the commander, the one you need to impress if you want to be given good opportunities in the job, but she is also the one who could easily make your first day as an agent the last — and it is something she would be happy to do.

They are a lot of rumors about the woman. They are glorious, but they scare the students. She has achieved a lot of great things in her carrer, but it doesn't come without a price ; this job became her whole life. Commander Hill has nothing to loose, she has no one to come home to, and she expects every agent to act the same way, to at least pretend they are in the same situation — "because if you don't, if you are too scared of dying to do your job properly, then it will become a reality. You fail, you loose everything," she had said the first day.

She is strict. She never forgives, nor forgets, when a mistake is made. She has no time to waste, and only trains the best rookies. So it is no surprised that she was assigned to this guy from your promotion. He is first in every class, he is strong, confident,.. in other words, he is the perfect trainee.

At least, he used to be, before he decided to quit S.H.I.E.L.D., only a few weeks after he has started his training by her side. So when time came for the woman to choose a new trainee, and when she pointed at you, making you her new one, you were shaking with fear — because she just sealed your fate.

The first weeks were hard, the woman didn't seem to warm up to your presence despite the time that has passed. She barely talks to you and, when she does, it is only to give cold orders or to reprimand your way of doing things. It feels like you are playing a game you can't win because she refuses to explain the rules to you, and she keeps changing them.

You are trying your best to meet her expectations, but you are only messing everything up. She sees everything you say, or do, as a failure. You haven't heard a single compliment falling from her lips the past few weeks, and it is slowly gnawing at your from the inside.

The worse is probably when she doesn't say anything. In those moments, when she looks at you with a stern glance, and an expression you can't read because she is like a closed book. Those moments when she leaves you alone with your thoughts, and you can only imagine what you have done wrong this time. It keeps you awake at nights.

She does it for your own good, that is what she repeats to herself when she eventually comes to a point when she starts to question her methods. She is strict, and demanding, and that is exaclty what you need because that is what will keep you alive on the field. The world doesn't give second chances.

If you decide to quit, it is that you weren't made for the job. Yet, you are still here, and she has to admit that she is quite surprised because you haven't even snapped at her — something most of the recruits would have done by now. Except you are slighly different. She has never seen someone so eager to obey orders. Someone who is able to put their egos aside, and accept that they have to learn everything again because the real life is nothing alike the academy.

Maybe, for once, she has to admit that her trainee holds the potential to make a great agent one day — yet, it is not something she would tell you directly.

(more is coming)

[stinkysam]

Deke Shaw - Patience is a man's best virtue.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : "How about Deke and the reader getting closer in Season 5 after they all return to modern time, mostly because the reader is patient with him unlike the rest and entertains all his questions about Earth understanding of his circumstances :) And somewhere along the way Deke develops feelings lol" - @intrepid-captain

Reader : male (you/yours)

It took him some time to realize his feelings for you, for someone so in tune with his feelings and emotions, he didn't see it coming, at all. You won him over slowly.

He didn't think he'd move on from Daisy. She had it all. Beauty, personality, strength… maybe except patience.

You, on the other hand, seemed full of it. Not that you didn't have the rest as well but patience was really what struck him down in the long run. And doing things for the long run is what he prefers.

You would answer his questions about food, music, movies without judging him for not knowing about it.

"Hey, man can you do me a favor ?"

"Hit me."

"What the hell is this ?" He says, shoving a can of chicken pot pie into your hands.

"The- it's- it's supposed to be a pie, but the companies sell it that way so you can eat the filling or shove it in… in a crust ?"

Deke blinks at you, mouth open as he grabs back the can.

"So it's not soup ?"

"Depends on what a soup is to you."

He stares at you and tilts his head in a way that means to not make it harder for him. You snort and continue. "Nope. Pie. Chicken pie. Maybe we have some frozen crust laying around ?" You say, but you know he's not listening by the end of your sentence.

Or you hear a knock at 3am on your door. You think about ignoring it but it sounded urgent so you get up, your blanket wrapped around you and you open your door to see Deke, also wrapped in his blanket, somewhat panicked.

"Hey, [Name], huh… about what you told me today about gun rights. Awesome. Love it. But like… everyone, everyone ?" He says quietly.

"As long as you're 18 or 21, yeah."

"Yeah, yeah but like…" He looks at you, eyes wide as he waves his hands. "Everyone ?"

You sigh and open your door, inviting him in.

You ended the night with the both of you sitting on your bed, wrapped in blankets and talking about gun rights and the American government.

Since you were one of the few SHIELD agents not wanted, you could often go outside and buy snacks for the team during the occasional quiet times. And Deke would always come with you.

It's like he could smell it in the air when you were about to step outside.

"Why are you following me ?"

"Coulson asked you to pick tonight's dinner, right ?" He asked, smiling.

"Yeah. You want to come ?" As if you needed to ask.

You looked over your shoulder, watching Deke follow you, quickening his pace to be next to you. You already knew what was coming next.

"Yeah ! Duh, obviously." To then add more shyly… "Can I ?"

"Go grab the bags and let's go."

"Right away, sir." And with these words, Deke darted away with a smile, only to come back a few minutes later with them. "Come on, let's go, I'm waiting !"

"Yeah, yeah." You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile as you walked outside with him by your side.

You entered your car and gave Deke your phone, he was already navigating it like it was his. He quickly opened spotify and put some music on. He liked it, your playlist allowing him to discover artists like Racoon Tour, Sleep Token, Ado, Jhariah, or even musicals such as Something Rotten!, Beetlejuice, The Newsies or Rent.

You walked next to him in the store because you knew if you left him alone, you'd end up buying way more than planned.

"Do you really do the lemon thing here ?" He suddenly asks.

"The what ?"

He shakes his head, debating whether he should explain it once more or not.

"You know, saving tokens to buy some lemons and putting them on your… crush's bed so they know someone's into them ?" He says quietly, afraid someone might overhear something potentially ridiculous.

You stare at him and frown with a smile.

"No. But we have anonymous love letters ?"

"What ?" He says, almost offended. "But Coulson and Mack told me…" He grimaces. "These liars."

"Yeah, no. We don't do that here." You say as you pat his back and he huffs, clearly upset.

Then it hit you.

"Oh so that was you ? I heard whispers saying Daisy found a bunch of lemons on her bed." You looked at him and a blush began to crept on his cheeks.

"Yeah- no- that's… yeah… that was me." He admitted, defeated.

"Aw, that's cute. Bit weird out of context but cute. That explains all the lemons in the pantry." You said, patting his back once more, this time more gently.

He stared at you, surprised. He expected you to laugh at him and mock him but instead you found it… cute ? He smiled, sheepish.

"Yeah… I guess…"

After buying all that was necessary you'd make a stop at a bar to get a drink. Or a snack.

"I don't understand."

"What." You ask, bringing your beverage to your lips, taking a sip.

"Beer. It tastes so bad. I lived all my life thinking it was the drink. You know ? You forget your problems because it's so good." He looked at you, expecting an answer. "Why does it taste so bad ?"

"I don't know. Alcohol ?" You shrugged with a grimace.

"But I love Zima."

"That you do." You say with a light chuckle.

"What ?"

"Just remembering your first day here where you ended up drunk and in jail."

"Hey, not cool, man, plus I wasn't drunk."

"Right." You laughed gently, taking another sip of your drink. He smiled at you as he did the same.

Sometimes, during the most boring days you'd stop in town and let him buy what he wanted. Or more accurately, you'd buy him something, whatever that caught his eyes.

Sometimes it'd be maps and postal cards of random places, newspapers, magazines, VHS, DVDs, vinyls… or pastries. They'd all end up preciously stacked in his room, except the food.

It's moments like these that made his heart flutter. Your patience and kindness. He didn't think he'd move on from Daisy, nor did he think he'd be happy about it.

It's as he stares at you for longer than usual as you work on the computers, talking with the others that he realizes his feelings. Yeah, he's got it bad.

[ask-missparker]

The shift in character change ~ Agents Of SHIELD Headcanons ⚔️

The surfing change in Amelia Parker, also known as Amy Morse is a subtle but gentle change that pushes her over the edge.

-> This was originally gonna go on the main blog but because this is about a agent of shield turned turned into something else, it only made sense to me to put it on here!!

— Small warning spoilers for Phase 1 & Phase 2 projects

- She joined SHIELD with the intent to help people the best as can, explore the possibilities that the world has to offer, use her natural skill set and grow as a person, making friendship along the way.

- In Iron Man 2, she cameos as a couple voice messages to Coulson and on vacation to Stark Expo with her family. Which is when The Drones attack happened, being physically hurt by one of them in fear as she rushed to help civilians to safety. She was fine don’t worry! A little traumatized but doing alright.

- She cameos in a few short moments in Thor as well. As she deals with Uncle Ben’s death too but she’s fine even if it bothers her, remembering he would want her to keep going.

- But The Avengers, is when the shift starts to happen more promptly, apart from the chaos of the film. Being one of the agents of the carrier, during Loki’s attack she has to try to rewire plans the entire time by sending out agents to take care of things.

- As she is running down the hallway, it’s when she hears on the radio and notices Coulson’s death by the hands of Loki!

- The god disappears and shakes everyone up, Amelia is just badly hurt as she watches Fury speak his last words to Coulson. It leaves a scar in her heart, having her friend and mentor fall during the attack. She acts like she’s fine but cries a little, trying straighten herself out.

- After The Avengers she is a little over the edge due to Coulson’s death, scaring nightmares of The Drone attack and SHIELD throwing work at her. So it keeps her busy with things to do.

- In 2013, is when things changed. Coulson comes back surprisingly and forms a team to discover the world post-Avengers 2012! And Amelia is signed to be there, reunites with her mentor/father figure, doing better. With that, the team grows with Fitzsimmons, Skye, May and her very good Grant Ward.

- Of course, Amelia has her ups and downs during season 1 of Agents Of SHIELD, pushbacks on missions, questionable moments with the team and exploring the unknown.

- But what completely pushes her over the edge is in 2014, second half of Agents Of SHIELD season 1, when everyone finds out Hydra was under their noses and tired of hiding in the shadows.

- Amelia is shocked, stressed out and questioning her every move. Not knowing who is on her side or not. She didn’t even pull her punches to protect herself and her teammates! A part of her regret not being more careful however it was understandable.

- Hell, Coulson brought them all to a bunker for their protection and to find a way to figure things out where at some point were put under lie detectors to make sure everyone was telling the truth about themselves. Everyone passed but there was still this lingering feeling something was off a couple of days later due to the situation.

- And when she thought she could take a huge break, she got the reveal that Ward is HYDRA! That’s what broke Amelia and pulled the plugs that pushed her over the edge, if she wasn’t already.

- She was extremely upset, conflicted and overwhelmed with emotions. Amelia was in denial and didn’t even have the heart to attack him, because as much as he lied to her. And gave his reasons to why he kept that secret. A part of her still loved him.

- Ward was passing out drama and trauma like it was hot cakes! Leaving a scar on everyone, including her. What’s even crazier than that, is that they didn’t kill him afterwards but kept him locked away in the SHIELD facility basement in New York City.

- Season 2, she deals with the aftermath of plenty Shield agents being Hydra ones, along with the new discovery that involves technology and human beings with possible abilities coming out of hiding.

- So she over the edge at this point, wearing a little more grays and blacks. Changing her hair to not be recognized in public. Amelia is helping to rebuild SHIELD headquarters with her team into what it once was, keeping secrets from The Avengers and boarding herself with work. Frequent missions and visits to Ward’s cell for answers to questions he might know, until they decide to have him moved somewhere else instead.

- And most importantly, Amelia undergoes an even more shocking turn of events due to shield discovery of alien, inhuman and mutant activity across the country. During an trip to Puerto Rico, one of islands underneath the caves held the rumbling ability to unlock unhinged truths. While Skye and Tripp were down there, in the mist of the explosive wave that resulted in Skye’s odd transformation, Amelia was effected in the blast getting hurt as she watched Tripp die. But that wasn’t the only thing that happened…

—

I could add more stuff but we would be here for a while, I’m more than happy to answer questions for Amelia’s journey 📝

Let me know what you think 💭 btw don’t worry old OG Ames is coming back lol

Tags 🏷 : @gaminggirlsstuff @gcthvile @missstrawbs2001 @purpleprincessonfyre @mallowbee4 @luna-d-marsh @rickb-chaos @rooster-84 @sherloquestea @halesfavoriteharlot @thecavalrywife @thisgirlisonfayeeer and etc

[elenarodriiguez]

like a goddamn - l.h & b.m

summary: bobbi's boyfriend is weird and she thinks she knows why. the real reason doesn't bother her much either.

pairing: lance hunter x bobbi morse

cw: supernatural themes

word count: 1683

read it in ao3

Lance Hunter was an odd man, even for one with his condition. Of course, if he ever heard Bobbi refer to him being British as a condition, he would never let her hear the end of it, but even so, the man was odd. 

And seeing as Bobbi spent all of her time in the lab basically surgically attached to one Jemma Simmons, and thus being around her surgical attachment, Leo Fitz, Bobbi knew a thing or two about odd. But even with the oddness, Hunter was just so sweet, and funny, and attractive, and obnoxious in a way she could tolerate 80% of the time, so getting together with him made sense.

The past few months of dates, late night hook ups and early morning wake ups had been beyond words - Hunter proved time and time again that opening up to someone was worthwhile after all, especially if that someone was him. However, that didn’t mean all of his eccentricities went unnoticed.

First was the way he went running at the sight of raw meat. Which on its own wasn’t too strange Bobbi knew plenty of people who had an aversion to handling raw meat, and barely ate it as a result. Except Hunter was a voracious carnivore, and any time they went out to eat, his meal would be overloaded with all different cuts of meat, with minimal carbs and vegetables.

Second was how he never seemed to sleep and yet would run around like a toddler on a caffeine high. In the months that Bobbi had known him, she could honestly say that she’d never seen him slow down or stop. Not that she hadn’t tried her hardest to wear the man out, but even after her best efforts, she would still end up drifting off to sleep with him wide awake beside her, and would wake up to him tearing about her apartment.

Third was his reaction to light in all of its forms. It was a stereotype she was all too familiar with and took great pleasure in poking fun of him and the rest of their British friends for; their pastiness and aversion to spending any length of time outdoors. And while he wasn’t a recluse who spent all of his time in the dark, his tendency to hiss when she opened the curtains without warning hadn’t gone unnoticed.

But even with all of his weirdness, Hunter was by far the best person Bobbi had ever dated, and a few weird habits didn’t change the fierce affection she felt for him. Besides, it wasn’t as if he didn’t have to deal with her own weird habits, of which there were a few. Not only that, but he also had an incredibly endearing, if annoying, habit of bringing her little trinkets and gifts just because. It was sweet, there was no denying that, but seeing as she was renting a crappy one-bed apartment, the tiny presents were starting to pile up.

That night, however, the only present she had asked Hunter for - the only one she’d ever asked for - was complete radio silence until she finished her haematology paper. Although it wasn’t due in for another two weeks, meaning she didn’t necessarily need to be detached from her boyfriend, she wasn’t going to let her love life get in the way of her career in academia. 

Despite Bobbi living in an off-campus apartment, she very rarely had anyone ringing her doorbell, especially like it was being rung now, as though the doorbell was the final obstacle between life and death. And so, despite her having warned her social circle not to disturb her flow for fear of a painfully permanent death, Bobbi straightened herself out and shuffled out to her front door, safely wrapped up in her fuzziest blanket.

Swinging the door open, she only had a moment to bear witness to her boyfriend pacing a hole into the hallway carpet before he was nimbly squeezing past her and entering her home. She briefly considered letting the snappy comment about him coming in without saying ‘hi’ fall out, but when Hunter recommenced his pacing, this time with additional mumbles that she couldn’t make heads or tails out of, Bobbi instead sat back down at her desk.

Blinking at the bright white screen, the words starting to try and merge into one alphabet blob, she pulled the blanket tighter over herself, allowing her boyfriend’s half-finished thoughts to become white noise for her research binge. In doing so, however, she missed her boyfriend’s big announcement and instead came face to face with unnaturally sharp canines, and Hunter’s wide eyes staring deeply into her soul.

“Jesus, Hunter! What is the matter with you?”

Her exclamation hadn’t required a response, at least not in Bobbi’s mind, and so the meek response that ensued was initially undetected by her. It’s only when he repeated himself once again, this time with more conviction in his voice, that Bobbi took any notice.

“Oh, okay, if that’s all, can I please go back to my paper?” 

Hunter sputtered and huffed at her in response, which Bobbi had learned to interpret as Hunter-noises for ‘I’m not actually offended, so if you do the thing I won’t get properly mad’. Waiting briefly for any follow up noises, Bobbi then turned back to stare at her computer, deleting the tab she’d been reading after getting halfway through and finding nothing to support her hypothesis. 

“I feel like you aren’t taking this very seriously.”

“No, I am.” Bobbi responded, eyes not leaving the new journal article she was scanning for something to reference in her paper. Ironic, given the news Hunter was flapping about.

“Barbara, what did I just say to you?”

“That you’re a vampire. You even flashed a little fang as proof. And when I’m not drowning in deadlines, I promise I’ll react in a manner you deem to be appropriate. But in the meantime, I can’t deal with your little freak out.”

Muttering under his breath, Hunter stomped out of his girlfriend’s bedroom and into the living room, leaving Bobbi in peace to finish her paper. 

“Also, don’t call me Barbara unless you want me to call you Lancelot!” She shouted to the next room as she highlighted a line of text that could prove her point if she ignored the remaining third of the paper.

For the next few hours, she skimmed through and scoured the rest of the articles that she’d had opened earlier that night, interspersed with noises coming from the other room, her legs twitching to get up and leave her desk. By the time she finished, the noises had tapered out, and when she left the sanctity of her bedroom, she finds Hunter sprawled across the couch, forearm covering his eyes and his breathing even-keeled. If it weren't for his dramatic announcement, she would have thought he was finally sleeping, but now that she knew the truth, she doubted as much.

“I know you’re awake Hunter, move your legs.”

Grumbling loudly, he did as he was asked, slouching against the arm of the couch while she settled into the space next to him. Bobbi draped the blanket over his shoulders as well, forcing him to lean into her and share the warmth. They sat there for a while, the night sky filled with hints of stars for them to stare out at.

“I promise I was going to tell you sooner. I wanted to tell you on the first date, but I thought that that might be a bit much, even for me. I had to get permission from the bloody coven, and apparently they value bureaucracy over sense.” Hunter laughed harshly, his fists clenching tightly in his lap.

“Hey, you told me, that’s all that matters. Can I ask?”

She paused, waiting for him to signal agreement in one way or another.

“How old are you? Like really?”

He barked out a laugh, this time one that was joyous and full of life. Shifting slightly so that he could face her properly, he admitted that he was only twenty seven, and that he was turned a few years ago. He’d grown up in the supernatural community, in a familial coven back in Kent, but that it wasn’t until he’d moved to the US that he’d accepted the turning bite from his mentor. 

At the time, he hadn’t thought that he would find someone he’d want to be with, to grow old with, and desperate for connections that went deeper than human friendships, he’d accepted the offer when Izzy came asking if he wanted it. It was a little over two years ago that they’d met, by which point Hunter had started to reintegrate into human society, finding comfort in having those in the know around him. 

Bobbi had been a breath of fresh air, someone who had no idea about creatures of the night and yet accepted his natural instincts despite how strange they had come across as. But as their relationship had progressed, the occasional anxiety-inducing thought about her reaction developed into nightmare scenarios that ran through Hunter’s mind at every waking moment. Which, unluckily for him, meant basically every moment.

“Are you sure you’re not going to run for the hills? Because, I really do like you, Bob, and I don’t want to lose you over this.”

“I’m not running away from this, I’m not running away from you. We can talk about the big stuff later, for now, I’d really like to fall asleep with my boyfriend wrapped around me like the heat seeking leech he is.”

“Oh, I don’t think this can work.” Hunter said solemnly, pretending to extract his arms from their place around Bobbi’s waist. “I can’t date someone who’s speciest. Whatever would the coven say?”

“Tough shit, you’re mine Lance Hunter, no one can stop me from being with you.”

“Yeah.” Hunter sighed, his gaze softening as he stared at his girlfriend trying to snuggle closer to him, seeking warmth from a man who no longer released it.

“No one can stop me either.”

[onegayastronaut]

The Cavalry's Shadow

Requested by anon: hi can you maybe write Melinda May as a mother ? ? That would be awesome 😍😍

Words: 1879

It had been a long day in the field. You dragged yourself through the halls of the Triskelion, your body aching from the mission. The bruises were already forming beneath your tactical gear, a testament to just how much the mission had pushed you to your limits. But no amount of physical exhaustion could dull the nervous anticipation that churned in your stomach. After all, Melinda May was waiting for you.

The name "Melinda May" struck fear into the hearts of most agents. To you, however, she was something far more intimidating: Mom.

You grew up in the shadow of her reputation, watching her seamlessly transition between being the Cavalry and being your mother. It wasn’t easy—being the child of a SHIELD legend meant you had big shoes to fill. And as much as she’d insisted that she didn’t expect you to follow in her footsteps, part of you had always wanted to prove yourself worthy of the name.

The door to her office was slightly ajar, a sign that she was expecting you. Taking a deep breath, you pushed it open and stepped inside.

“You’re late,” she said without looking up from the report she was reading. Her tone was neutral, but you could sense the underlying tension.

“I had to debrief with Coulson,” you explained, standing at attention despite the exhaustion. Old habits died hard.

Finally, she looked up, her sharp eyes scanning you from head to toe. Her gaze lingered on the faint bloodstains on your gloves and the swelling bruise on your jaw. “What happened?”

“The mission went sideways. Hydra had more reinforcements than we anticipated,” you admitted, shifting uncomfortably under her scrutiny. “But we got the intel.”

May rose from her chair and crossed the room in a few quick strides. She stopped in front of you, close enough that you could see the worry hidden behind her stoic expression. Without a word, she reached out and gently tilted your chin to inspect the bruise.

“You need to be more careful,” she said quietly, her voice soft but firm.

“I’m fine,” you assured her. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

She didn’t reply immediately. Instead, she stepped back and crossed her arms, her face settling into that unreadable mask you knew so well. “You did well out there. But you’re not invincible.”

The words hit harder than you’d expected. Growing up, you’d always admired her strength and resilience. Hearing her acknowledge your vulnerability felt strangely disarming.

“I’ll be more careful next time,” you promised, though you weren’t entirely sure you could keep that promise. Being an agent of SHIELD meant walking the line between life and death on a daily basis.

May studied you for a moment longer before nodding. “Good. Now sit down.”

“I don’t need a lecture,” you protested.

“It’s not a lecture,” she replied, gesturing to the chair across from her desk. “It’s dinner.”

Your protest died on your lips as you noticed the neatly packed containers sitting on her desk. She must have ordered takeout from your favorite Thai place—a rare indulgence for both of you. With a small smile, you sank into the chair and accepted the container she handed you.

For a few minutes, the office was filled with the sound of clinking utensils and the faint hum of the air conditioning. The familiar flavors of pad thai and green curry brought a sense of comfort that you hadn’t realized you’d been craving.

“You’re pushing yourself too hard,” May said finally, breaking the silence. “You don’t have to prove anything to me.”

You looked up, startled by the vulnerability in her voice. “It’s not about proving something to you. I just… I want to make a difference.”

Her expression softened, and for a moment, you saw not the Cavalry but your mother. “You already are. But you can’t help anyone if you’re not taking care of yourself.”

You nodded, letting her words sink in. As much as you hated to admit it, she was right. The mission might have been a success, but it had taken a toll on you—physically and emotionally.

“I’ll try to take it easier,” you said, offering her a small smile.

May’s lips curved into a rare smile of her own. “Good. Now finish your food before it gets cold.”

As you dug into the meal, the tension in the room began to dissipate. For a little while, you allowed yourself to forget about the bruises, the missions, and the weight of expectations. In this moment, you weren’t just an agent of SHIELD. You were Melinda May’s kid, and that was more than enough.

The next morning, the team gathered in the common area for a debriefing. You’d barely walked into the room when Daisy’s voice rang out. “Look who decided to show up! Took you long enough.”

“Sorry,” you quipped back, setting your coffee down on the table. “I was busy saving the world. You know, the usual.”

“Oh, please,” Daisy shot back, grinning. “I was the one hacking Hydra’s mainframe while you were just running around dodging bullets.”

“Dodging bullets is an art,” you countered. “One you clearly haven’t mastered.”

Fitz chuckled from his spot by the monitors. “I’d argue that hacking a Hydra mainframe is more impressive. No offense.”

“None taken,” you said with a smirk. “It’s not my fault you’re all tech geniuses while I’m stuck doing the grunt work.”

“Grunt work?” Simmons interjected, raising an eyebrow. “I seem to recall you being quite integral to yesterday’s success.”

“Thanks, Simmons. At least someone appreciates me,” you said, shooting her a grateful smile.

“Enough,” May’s voice cut through the room like a knife. The playful banter died down immediately as everyone turned to her. She stood at the head of the table, her expression unreadable as always. “Let’s focus. We have another mission briefing in twenty minutes.”

As the team settled into their seats, you caught Daisy’s eye. She made a face, and you had to bite back a laugh. May might have been strict, but that didn’t stop the team from finding ways to lighten the mood.

Later that day, the team was preparing for the next mission in the armory. You were checking your gear when Mack walked in, shaking his head. “Let me guess, you’re going to try and outdo yourself again?”

“It’s called being thorough,” you replied, adjusting your tactical vest.

“It’s called being reckless,” he shot back, giving you a pointed look. “You’re starting to remind me of someone else I know.”

“Oh, come on, Mack. I’m not that bad,” you said, though you couldn’t keep the grin off your face.

“If you say so,” he muttered, but there was a hint of a smile in his tone.

Nearby, Daisy was testing her gauntlets while Simmons double-checked the medical kits. The atmosphere was tense but familiar, the kind of pre-mission routine that had become second nature to all of you.

“Everyone ready?” May’s voice cut through the room. She entered with her usual air of authority, her sharp eyes scanning the team.

“Ready as we’ll ever be,” you replied, slinging your weapon over your shoulder.

May’s gaze lingered on you for a moment, and you knew she was silently assessing your readiness. She gave a small nod before addressing the group. “Let’s move out.”

The mission was intense, as expected. Hydra’s defenses were formidable, and the team had to work together seamlessly to achieve the objective. There were moments of chaos, moments where it felt like everything could fall apart, but you’d trained for this. You trusted your team, and they trusted you.

In the midst of the firefight, you found yourself covering Simmons as she extracted crucial data from a terminal.

“How’s it going?” you asked, firing at an approaching Hydra agent.

“Almost there!” she called back, her fingers flying over the keyboard.

“No rush,” you muttered, reloading your weapon. “It’s not like we’re in a life-or-death situation or anything.”

“Very funny,” she replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

When the mission was finally over, you regrouped with the team outside the Hydra facility. Everyone was exhausted but alive, which was the best outcome you could hope for.

“Good work,” May said as she surveyed the group. Her praise was rare, and it carried weight.

As you climbed into the Quinjet, Daisy plopped down beside you, a smug grin on her face. “So, who saved whose butt this time?”

“Pretty sure I’m the one who did all the saving,” you shot back, leaning your head against the wall.

“Keep telling yourself that,” she said with a laugh.

May’s voice from the cockpit interrupted your banter. “Enough chatter. Rest while you can.”

Despite her stern tone, you caught the faintest hint of amusement in her expression. She might have been the Cavalry to the rest of the world, but to you, she was Mom.

Back at the Triskelion, the team celebrated their successful mission with a rare night off. Pizza boxes were scattered across the table in the lounge, and laughter echoed through the room. Mack and Fitz were locked in a heated debate over the best way to build an EMP device, while Simmons rolled her eyes fondly at their antics.

“You know, you’re not bad out there,” Daisy said, nudging you with her elbow. “For someone who’s basically SHIELD royalty.”

“Royalty?” you scoffed. “Pretty sure I’m just a foot soldier.”

“Sure, keep telling yourself that,” she teased.

Across the room, May stood with Coulson, observing the scene with her usual composed demeanor. You caught her eye, and she gave you a small nod. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. In her own quiet way, she was telling you she was proud.

The following weeks brought more missions, each one as demanding as the last. But no matter how tough things got, the bond you shared with the team—and with May—kept you grounded. Whether it was Daisy’s relentless teasing, Mack’s sage advice, or May’s quiet support, you knew you weren’t alone.

One night, after a particularly grueling mission, you found yourself alone in the training room, working through a set of drills to clear your mind. The sound of the door opening made you pause, and you turned to see May standing in the doorway.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked, stepping inside.

“Something like that,” you replied, setting your training sticks aside. “What about you?”

She didn’t answer immediately, instead crossing the room to stand beside you. “Just checking in.”

For a moment, the two of you stood in silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging between you. Finally, she spoke. “You’re doing well. Better than I expected.”

“Thanks,” you said, surprised by the rare compliment. “That means a lot, coming from you.”

She gave you a small, almost imperceptible smile. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

As she turned to leave, you called out to her. “Mom?”

She paused, glancing back at you.

“Thanks for everything.”

Her expression softened, and for a brief moment, the stern façade fell away. “Always.”

With that, she was gone, leaving you alone in the training room. But for the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel alone. You had your team. You had your family. And that was more than enough.

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Grant Ward x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2024!

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Day Thirty Prompt: "I won't let you down."

Summary: Grant's SO is tackling the biggest project SciTech has to offer an academy student, and he's about to be dragged into helping with it.

Word Count: 2,879

Category: Fluff

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Out of every single other member in your class, the board has decided to trust you with this assignment. Do you think you're up to the challenge?"

I kept my face carefully neutral, a skill I'd learned from my Ops boyfriend. Inside, my heart was racing and threatening to make an escape across the room and out the door, but in front of the entire SHIELD SciTech Academy board? I could not let that show.

Instead, I kept my back straight, and forced the slightest of smiles onto my face.

"Yes, ma'am. I am up to the challenge. I promise, I won't let you down."

"Good. We look forward to seeing what you come up with."

I kept the smile on my face and nodded, leaning forward enough to be at the very edge of a bow. Then, I turned on my heel and kept my head high as I walked out of the room. My boyfriend had taught me exactly the body language required to convey confidence, and I was putting all of it to use right now.

The second I cleared the doors, I let everything drop.

I took off at a sprint through the hallways of the main SciTech building, ducking through the hallways I knew better than anywhere else on earth, avoiding anybody that might try to stop or question me. I didn't slow down, even once I made it outside. Instead, I sped up, heading for the edge of the SciTech campus.

I was in my last year at the Academy. I was at the top of my class, so for a final project, the board had tasked me with creating a new tool for Field Agents and Specialists. They wanted something the agents could have on them that worked like an emergency button, transmitting information and location if the need arose. But, they also needed it to be basically undetectable to any sensor, easy for agents in the field to operate and conceal, and durable enough to do its job no matter what punishment it got put through. A nearly impossible task outside of these walls, and despite my preparation, still pretty damn hard for me.

I'd been workshopping a prototype for a similar idea all semester, and the board knew it. They liked what they'd seen, so they'd made it my job to finish a true prototype for them to present and then further develop on Monday. It was currently Friday, and my project still had one gigantic, glaring weakness.

No matter what we could come up with in the lab, our field inventions almost inevitably came back with complaints from the agents who actually used them. We could run simulations and tests and try to recreate conditions pretty well in the lab, but it never stood up to the hardships of actually being in the field like we thought it would. Which meant, if I wanted to keep my promise to the board and my standing within SciTech, I needed to get creative.

Fortunately for me, I happened to be dating the best Operations student in generations. Grant Ward and I had met last year and we'd been happily dating ever since, despite how hard it could be sometimes to spend time with each other from different Academy campuses. We'd found workarounds whenever and wherever we needed to.

Thank goodness we'd both agreed to spend time breaking the rules at the beginning of our relationship. I was on the brink of a crisis, and I didn't have time to try to find a way to break into the Fort Knox that was the SHIELD Operations Academy.

In almost record time, I made it to Grant's dorm, using the routes we'd scouted together forever ago. Luckily for both of us, he was a senior enough student with high enough standing to have his own small apartment. I quickly scaled the wall to his second story window, something else I'd learned how to do from Grant.

I didn't even pause as I climbed through the window, landing in Grant's bedroom. I didn't see him, so I closed the window behind me and then hustled into the small living room/kitchen at a jog. I found Grant in the middle of the room, apparently halfway through walking to the kitchen, but he froze in his tracks and was already looking at me as I burst into the room.

"Grant! Thank god you're home. I need your help."

Before I knew what was happening, Grant had pushed me behind him. He kept one hand on my waist, and when I turned to see what the hell he was doing, he had a gun in his other hand and was alternating pointing it at his bedroom door and the front door.

"What's wrong?" he asked me without turning around, his voice deadly serious. I fought to hold in a laugh and didn't bother fighting back against the smile.

"Not that kind of help," I said. "Sorry for scaring you, though."

Slowly, Grant holstered his gun and turned around to face me. Both his eyebrows were raised in a demanding type of question.

"You run in here like you're being chased by a murderer and it's not that kind of help?"

"No, but it is the kind of help that will determine my entire future and has the potential to ruin me and everything I've ever worked for in my entire life ever."

Grant just stared at me for a moment. He blinked, slowly, then let out a long breath. Finally, he nodded.

"Alright. What do you need help with?"

I blew out a breath of relief, then quickly explained the situation to Grant. He'd heard plenty about the leadership of SciTech and how important it was to me to keep impressing them, so this latest project and its associated stakes weren't news.

"So... what exactly do you want me to do?" he asked once I'd finished telling him about the events of my meeting. I gave him the most charming, persuasive smile I could manage, and he immediately frowned.

"I want you to try out the device I've put together. I have a few prototypes, and it's easy enough for me to make another handful for testing. I need feedback on how well they actually work for the intended purpose, for field and ops agents, in a way that I can't predict or test in the lab."

Grant sighed, then nodded and held out one hand towards me.

"Alright. Give me the thing, let's do this."

I grinned. "I love you so much."

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Grant and I spent the rest of the day and then some putting my device through various tests. Exactly as I'd been expecting, when Grant took it through various exercises that he went through at Ops, the device had weaknesses I hadn't predicted. From static electricity via crawling across the carpet turning the thing on before its time to the waterproofing failing after being submerged for too long, Grant and I found one problem after another, and each time, I fixed the issue.

"Okay, what if we had standard placement be on the stomach," I suggested, sticking the little round disk of my latest prototype just above Grant's belly button. "Would that protect it from the kind of weapon strikes we don't want it taking on your forearm?"

Grant hummed. "Maybe, but it's no garuntee. Besides, you want an agent to be able to activate the thing when we don't have another option. If my hands are tied behind my back, I won't be able to get to it."

"Dammit. You're right. Okay... what do you think, then?"

"How about the wrist, on the pulse point? I can probably find a way to activate that no matter what, and if a weapon really hits hard there, it won't matter if the device is destroyed."

I frowned. "I hate it when you talk like that."

"I thought you wanted good, honest feedback to improve this device for the SciTech board."

"Yeah, but I still don't like to hear my boyfriend talking about ways he could potentially die." I huffed and crossed my arms. "Still, you're right, and it's a good idea. But... maybe I can find a way to give the device a little death sequence."

"...Meaning?"

"Meaning, if it gets fatally hit like that, it automatically activates. And maybe I could even get it to deploy something that'll have a chance at stopping the bleeding."

"That would be pretty impressive," Grant agreed. I nodded, my mind already whirling with the possibilities.

"Okay. Okay, let's try to add that in, and then we can run it through the tests again."

Grant's eyebrows shot up. "The same tests we just did? Again?"

"Yeah. If I make major changes like that, we need to make sure it doesn't compromise any of the existing systems. Which means re-checking the systems we've already figured out."

Grant let out a long sigh and shook his head. He walked over to me, put an arm around my shoulders, and placed a kiss on the top of my head, then moved towards the kitchen.

"I don't understand why you like all this stuff. But I'll brew some coffee, since you're gonna need it. And I'll make sure the Ops pool is reserved for us when you finish your updates."

I grinned. "You are seriously the best boyfriend in the world, you know that?"

"What was that?" Grant asked, looking up from the coffee pot and feigning innocence like he hadn't heard me. I just smiled and shook my head.

"I said, you're the best boyfriend in the world."

Grant's feigned surprise immediately morphed into the charming smile I loved so much.

"Good. Just checking."

We spent the rest of the weekend like that, making updates and improvements to my little device and then testing how well they worked. Despite Grant's differing opinion, I genuinely loved doing this, more than just about anything in the world. But, even if I'd hated it most of the time, I would've put in the same amount of work for this project. It could very literally save my boyfriend's life some day in the future, after all. Now was not the time to half-ass something and call it good, even without the pressure of the SciTech board looming over me.

Finally, by about two in the morning on Monday, we'd managed to put the device on the wrist through every single test without fault or flaw. It worked as intended, and not a moment before it was supposed to, and if it was destroyed it sent out a final beacon and deployed some emergency blood clotting tech before it went. It was perfect.

"Thank you so much for all your help on this, babe," I muttered, the sleep finally digging its teeth into me now that my task had been accomplished. Grant and I had flopped down on the couch while I'd been going over the data, and now I curled against his side, resting my head on his chest. "I seriously couldn't have done it without you."

"Yeah, you could've," he said, stifling a yawn of his own as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "It would've taken you longer, but we both know you still would've pulled this off eventually."

I hummed, a smile on my face as I curled further into Grant's chest.

"Thanks, babe. I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

He kissed the top of my head, his arms wrapped tight around me, and that's the last thing I remember before the world faded to black.

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"Babe. Baby. Come on, you need to wake up."

I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut tighter and rolling away from the voice of my boyfriend trying to wake me up for god knows what reason.

"Sweetheart, you have your presentation today. You need to get up."

And just like that, I was wide awake.

I shot straight up, my heart dropping all the way to my stomach. I was in Grant's bed—I guess he'd moved us before passing out himself—but I had no idea if he'd remembered to set an alarm last night. If I missed this presentation, after all the work we'd done-

"It's okay, you have plenty of time," Grant said, probably reading the panic on my face. "It's six thirty, you have another two and a half hours to get ready and get back to SciTech."

I turned to Grant with a scowl.

"You woke me up at six thirty in the morning?" I demanded.

"...You wanted me to let you sleep later?"

I huffed and threw the covers off my legs, scowling as I stood.

"No. I need time to wake up, get back to SciTech, get ready, put together my presentation materials, practice my presentation... I need the two and a half hours. But I'm still mad you woke me up at six thirty."

Grant snorted, but I caught him staring at me with a fond smile in the reflection of the bathroom mirror.

I moved as quickly as I could, gathering the materials I needed and that I'd brought with me to Grant's apartment, then giving him a quick kiss and heading back to the SciTech campus. I showered, put on my most impressive professional outfit, and then spent almost all my remaining time putting the finishing touches on my presentation. Luckily for me, I knew the device in and out after how I'd spent my weekend, and I was absolutely confident in what it could do. Both things helped immensely when it came to giving a good presentation.

I walked into the main building of SciTech with my head held high, and this time it wasn't an act. I found the board waiting for me, and I didn't hesitate to launch into my presentation with absolute confidence. The surprised, excited reactions came almost immediately, and they only fueled my confidence and excitement.

Of course, everyone had a few questions, but I answered them easily. When I'd finished answering questions and officially completed my presentation, the board literally clapped. I beamed at them; I wasn't sure they'd ever done that before.

"Excellent work," said the SciTech chair, her smile beaming. "This is above and beyond what we could've expected. We'll put it through a few final tests, but honestly, I don't expect it to need much. I know you're in the middle of your final semester here, but be prepared to take a trip to the Hub before graduation to help us present this development to Director Fury himself."

My heart exploded in my chest, and I couldn't wipe the smile off my face as I shook hands and said thank yous before heading out of the room. I had a slightly dazy smile on my face as I walked through the SciTech halls, and my shoulders were relaxed for the first time in days as I stepped through the front doors and into the bright sunlight.

"Hey!"

I jumped so high I might've cleared the first floor windows at the sound of a voice coming from the bushes. I whirled around to find Grant crouched there, lurking in the shadows like a murderer.

"Grant? What the hell are you doing?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice low. He wasn't technically supposed to be on our campus, and I didn't want to get him caught, but he'd also just given me a damn heart attack.

Instead of answering, Grant reached up and grabbed my forearm, pulling me into the bush with him. I landed hard against his chest, but I didn't totally mind it as he wrapped his arms tightly around me. Still, I met his gaze with a slightly raised eyebrow. He just smiled.

"I wanted to know how it went. And maybe get a little payback for the heart attack you gave me on Friday."

I huffed a laugh. "Well, mission accomplished."

"Great. So how'd it go?"

I grinned. Grant smiled back, his arms tightening around me, but he waited to celebrate.

"It went amazing. They loved it. I'm gonna help them present it to Fury sometime in the next few weeks."

Grant's eyebrows shot up, and he actually took a shocked half-step back from me.

"You're going with them to present it to Fury?" I nodded. "They never let recruits do that!"

"I know!"

I squealed and jumped up in the air, and a moment later, Grant caught me. He let out a breathy laugh as he spun me around, and neither of us let go for even a second when he set me back down on my feet.

"We need to do something to celebrate," Grant declared, his low voice right beside my ear. "Are you working on any world-changing inventions this weekend?"

I leaned back just enough to grin at him. "No. For once, my schedule's actually pretty clear."

"Good. You wanna come to me, or you want me to come to you?"

"Mm, I'll come to you. As much as I love what I do, I also wouldn't mind a little break from all the work I've been doing lately."

"It's a deal. Come over after your last class on Friday. I'll take care of the rest."

Grant and I shared a smile, then we closed the distance between us for a long, sweet kiss. From making out in the bushes to letting me test my most important projects on him, Grant was always there for me. And no matter what else came out of my career at SciTech, in the Academy and as an agent afterwards, the relationship Grant and I had built together would always be my proudest accomplishment.

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