Living on the Bus as an Agent of SHIELD (based on my own experience traveling for work) (AGENTS OF SHIELD)”
requester: N/A // a/n: yes I was inspired by my current work travels and I LOVE to think about the reality of daily Bus life haha. Yes I would be open to doing a part 2?! also yes I'm back but not really? just writing whatever i feel like tbh
For the first few days, you’re weirdly formal about things. You don’t want to sit on the furniture or cook or anything because like… this Bus is NICE. you sit on the floor and eat off the coffee table
The team is gonna see you in your pajamas. You’re gonna see the team in their pajamas. It’s gonna happen. You all are living together and there’s no way around this.
For the first few days, you wake up early to get ready before even leaving your bunk so that no one sees you in any sort of unpresentable shape.
But finally you crack because everyone is staying up late and you want to change into cozy clothes so you change into your pajamas.
(It’s a pair of pink Snoopy pajamas)
You walk back out of your bunk praying no one will notice until someone (Coulson) says “aww I like y/n’s pajamas!”
At night, Coulson likes to watch movies on the briefing room screen and Skye usually joins him. The others will stop in, but they are the constant.
It’s the worst movies, and the weirdest shit from whatever country’s Netflix the plane is in
Skye also has been personally trying to mess up Coulson’s algorithm so she watches tons of random things on his accounts
Usually the team is drunk during these movie marathons and exhausted after a day in the field
Most of the time, you don’t make it through the movie—you keep nodding off halfway though
Or you go to your bunk, and fall asleep to the sound of a couple teammates, usually Coulson and Skye, laughing their asses off at whatever movie they put on
The Bus is cleaned professionally once a week when you check in on a SHIELD base, but you still find yourself cleaning up all the time because you don’t want to be the “messy” roommate
Ward’s the one who scares you the most when it comes to cleaning because his bunk doesn’t even look LIVED in and he always seems to witness you dropping a napkin of crumbs on the floor, or trying to silently put a plate in the sink “to soak”
This might be a surprise, but there isn’t a chore schedule. Chores are done as needed, and usually quickly assigned. For example, if you trained with someone, the lower ranking people just kinda… automatically clean up and put the mats away and wipe things down after
The dishes pile up in the sink and after a day or so, someone just does them while they’re waiting for someone in the microwave. Usually Jemma or Ward.
You learn everyone’s shower habits really quickly.
Some people (Jemma) are morning shower people, others (Fitz, Skye) are night shower people, others (Ward, May) are post-training shower people, and Coulson just tends to shower before dinner, though he uses the bathroom attached to his office
Coordination is key because nothing is worse than when the bathroom is still wet from the previous person 😭😭😭
People calling dibs after a really long day/mission
Dinner is honestly usually takeout. You always talk about cooking and make plans to but never do. At some point in the evening, someone always announces they’re ordering and everyone else bandwagons on
Breakfast is the only meal that is sometimes cooked. Coulson makes a mean egg sandwich, but you gonna be up early for that.
The team often resupplies on base, but very often (at least a few times a week), someone makes a Cosco/Walmart/convenience store run.
So if you want snacks (or lunch stuff), you gotta tag along or ask REALLY nice
May somehow ALWAYS knocking on your bunk door 5 minutes before your alarm was gonna go off to “make sure you’re up”
Trying to put on your best “awake” voice because nothing prepares you for May knocking on your door asking if you’re awake. Ever.
Also, in that same vein, you’re going to try your best to be so closed off and professional and then one day, you’re going to break that illusion. For me, it was vomiting out the door of a car stuck in traffic 🤠
It’s weird how quickly the team picks up on your habits and idiosyncrasies. Like May getting your favorite chips from the store, or Fitz asking what you’re thinking about because you’re bouncing your leg again and you only do that when your thinking intently
The boredom is sometimes real, especially when you’re waiting on orders and just in standby for a day or so. You end up borrowing a lot of Ward’s books and they’re not the kind of thing you’d usually read, but hey, they fill the time
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Prompt: "No matter what they made you think, you are worth saving. You are worth loving."
Requested by: Anon
Pairing: Montgomery "Scotty" Scott x GN!Reader
Warnings: Toxic family vibes; mental manipulation and emotional abuse by family. Readers got a really shitty father in this.
Word Count: Almost 2.6k
A/n: This is if my first time writing for Scotty, so I hopes its good! and I'm not exactly sure how messages are sent in Star Trek, so just go with it lol.
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As you walked down the curved corridor of the Enterprise, you were pleasantly surprised when you crossed paths with Scotty. You immedietely began to walk side by side, close enough that your shoulders were brushing, and close enough to make your heart beat rapidly in your chest.
"How long'sit till we get back to Earth?" Scotty asked casually.
"About an hour I think."
He sighed a bit in relief and you smiled, you knew he was ready to get a break, and to see some of his family over the short leave you were being given.
He looked over at you and asked curiously "What are you gonna get up too then?"
You shrugged your shoulder, "No clue yet. Might meet up with some friends, but I'm not sure."
"Well if you find yourself bored and alone, there is always a place for you at my families table you know."
You smiled at him, and felt our heart skip another beat. "I appreciate it Scotty, and maybe I'll-"
You were cut off when an ensign approached you, handing you a holopad. "A message was sent to you via a direct line. It's from your father, apparently he did not know your direct mail address."
As they turned and left quickly, you remained still as you stared down at the short and rather blunt message:
Your mother and I expect a visit from you on your shore leave. We will meet you at the station. We have a lot to discuss.
Scotty stared at you in concern as he saw your face fall and flush with what he could only assume was fear. "You alright Y/n?" His voice was laced with concern.
You nodded your head a bit, and attempted to give Scotty a reassuring smile, but you knew it failed. "It's from my father, he wants me to go home for my shore leave."
"Well that's nice isn't it?" He asked uncertain.
"I just... uh, I haven't heard from my father, or any of my family really, in about six years or so."
"Really? Why?" He asked with a hint of surprise but also caution.
You met Scotty's eyes and spoke softly "He's not...they're not very good people." Scotty's concern seemed to grow, but you smiled at him again and shook your head, "I'm sure it'll be fine, maybe things- maybe things have changed. I uh- I should go...I need to, yeah. I'll see you later Scotty."
Scotty watched in surprise and worry as you turned around and headed back down the hall. You were clearly uneasy, and even a bit afraid. He wanted to chase after you, but was afraid he would be over-stepping, or even make things worse. He just hoped he would get a change to see you again before you both left the station.
But Scotty was disappointed to only see you from a distance at the station. He spotted you across the crowd, getting into a vehicle with an older man he did not recognize. Was it your father? He worried for you, and hoped that you would be okay. He could not stop himself for the whole shore leave from thinking of you, hoping you were alright, and wishing he knew more. What did you mean when you said your family, that your father, weren't "good"? What were they? Why hadn't you seen them in six years? These thoughts plagued his mind constantly, as he wished only to be with you, if not just to know if you were okay.
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Scotty was more than relieved when he saw you back on the Enterprise when shore leave was over. He saw you walking down the corridor, and ran to catch up to you.
"Y/n, there you are. I didn't get a chance to see you before we left... Are you alright Y/n?" He stopped his own rambling when you turned to look at him. Your eyes seemed a bit sunken, your demeanor sluggish, and you were over all much more despondent than usual.
You smiled at him, or attempted too. "I'm fine Scotty, just tired. It was a long trip back to the station. It's good to see you again, how was your leave?"
"It was fine, yeah it was good." He answered a bit awkwardly, unsure of what to do.
"Good, I'm glad." You said with an almost forced smile. "I gotta get back to work, I have a few things to do before the ship takes off, but I'll talk to you later okay?" By the time Scotty could respond, you were already half way down the corridor.
He was now left alone in the corridor watching as you disappeared around the corner. He was speechless, and the worry he felt during shore leave returned. What had happened to you?
As soon as Scotty's shift was over, and he knew yours was too, he marched to your quarters. He needed to know what happened, why you were so altered, and if he could help.
Waiting impatiently outside your door, he buzzed a few times. When the door finally opened, he saw your face change from annoyance, to surprise, and then to a kinder demeanor. "Scotty. Is something wrong?" You questioned as you looked back and forth down the hall.
"Yes." He responded quickly as he walked past you and into your quarters.
You paused for a moment, surprised by his actions, before almost reluctantly closing the door. You watched as he seemed to pace a bit in your quarters, "What is it Scotty?"
He finally stopped and faced you, and for the first time got a good look at you. You were still sunken, and it seemed that you had been crying. "What happened?" His voice was soft, worry evident in his tone.
You stayed quiet for a moment, "What do you mean?" You asked, hoping your internal struggle was not so evident as he made it seem.
You tried your best throughout the day to hide it, yet you still got many questions throughout the day about your appearance, about why you looked so tired. Were you ill? Sad? You knew what happened took a toll on you, but you thought you could hide it. You wanted to, but now that Scotty could see it. Now that he was worried, you felt the walls you tried to build up, breaking down.
He walked up to you and looked at you with such concern and care you felt the facade begin to crumble a bit more. "Y/n, what happened with your family?" He asked again, softly.
You were unable to stop the tears that welled in your eyes, which fell quickly down your cheeks. You brought your hand up in surprise to wipe them away. You walked past Scotty, hoping as if some how he had not seen them. But he hurried after you, grabbing your elbow, you stopped, and hung your head, staring at the floor, and you felt a sob escape.
Pulling you towards him, he wrapped his arms around you, and you fell against him. You let out another sob as you wrapped your own arms around him. He rubbed his hands up and down your back as he consoled you.
After a few moments, you pulled away, sniffling and wiping your face. "I'm sorry."
"You don't have to apologize to me Y/n, ever. Just please tell me what happened."
You met his eyes for a moment before letting out a sigh and walking over to the small couch across the room. Scotty followed, before sitting down on the coffee table in front of you.
Twiddling with your hands for a few moments, you tried to think of where to begin. Finally, taking a deep breath, you spoke. "My family, especially my father, have always been...cruel. They are rich, and powerful, and mean. They expect too much from everyone around them, and see themselves as better than everyone else. I could never be like that." You looked at Scotty and he nodded his head, silently agreeing he knew you to be the opposite.
"They knew I didn't think the same as them, and in a way, I think...it made them resent me. The older I got, the more they tried to brainwash me to think like them, it worked on my siblings, but it never worked on me. And eventually, their resentment turned to hatred. But they never stopped. They would drag me down in every possible way, try to get me to cave to their wishes. They were bullies, and tried to control every aspect of my life. Finally, when I was old enough, I ran away." You saw Scotty's face elicit surprise, and you continued "To starfleet."
Scotty nodded his head in understanding. "I don't blame you."
"They found me, of course." You scoffed. "They threatened me, with ruination, and taking me out of their wills, and leaving me nothing. But I didn't care-" You smiled at Scotty, "I was finally free." Your face fell, "Eventually they stopped contacting me, and I hadn't heard a from them for years. Until that day on the ship. I would have ignored it, but he was there, at the station, waiting for me. And the second I saw him, it was like I was powerless."
Scotty thought back to that day, "Was that the older man I saw you leave with?"
You nodded your head. "I shouldn't have gone." You voice began to shake a bit, "I should have run."
Scotty leaned forward a bit, taking your hands in his, helping to comfort you. "What did they do?"
"They did what they always did. They bullied me, belittled me, tormented me. Some part of me, hoped that they had changed, that they finally accepted my choices, but God I was so wrong." You took a deep breath, and squeezed Scotty's hand lightly. "They tried to convince me, no, threaten me, to leave star fleet. To come back home, and be what they wanted me to be. I refused and they just... God he can be so cruel Scotty." Your voice broke a bit as a tear slid down your face. "The things he said, I hate that they stick in my head, I can't get rid of them, thy just keep echoing louder and louder."
"What did he say?" Scotty asked, though cautiously, unsure if you really wanted to tell him.
You let out a dry scoff "The same things he used to say anytime I disappointed him. But this time, they felt harsher." You paused for a moment, before reciting his words. Your voice was low and stoic as you repeated them word for word as they echoed through your head.
"You are, and have always been a waste of space and good genes, reckless and selfish. We gave you everything and you betrayed that. You are worthless, and never should have been born. We deserved better, we deserve a child who will do what they need to for this family. No one will ever love you in the way you want, the way we tried so hard to do. You will end up at rock bottom, alone, and with no one who will think you are worth saving."
Scotty stared at you with a horrified look, he felt anger, and dismay at what you said. At what he said.
He lowered his head and shook it, calming himself before he spoke. Looking at you again, he saw the emotion and pain in your eyes, and felt his heart clench in pain. All he wanted was to take it away from you, and he would try his best, he had to, for you. He cared for you so much, he loved you so much, and now was the first time he pushed away the fear of admitting it. Because he thought, he hoped, that this would be the perfect time to say it, to show you how wrong your father is.
He squeezed your hands, making you look at him. He spoke softly, and with as much care in his voice as he could, "No matter what they made you think, you are worth saving. You are worth loving."
A tear slid down your cheek as your chest tightened. Your walls had fallen down completely now and you felt like that hurt and lonely child stuck in a cruel home. Alone, scared, and unloved.
"How do you know?" You asked, your voice broken.
Scotty felt his heart break and his own eyes teared up, how he hated seeing you like this. He spoke again, lovingly, and with a voice so heavy with determination and care, you couldn't help but believe him.
"Because not only do you have the people on this ship, who care so much about you, and who are the only family you will ever need. You also have me, and you know me. I would risk my life to save you, you know that, just as I know you would do the same thing for me. And you are far from being worthless. You are worth more than you know. You are worth more than they are willing to see. And you, Y/n, you are loved by so many people on this ship, including me. Definitely me."
As he spoke, you felt grateful for him, and you felt your fathers voice fading from your mind. And in Scotty's last comment, you sensed something more. Something more than familial love, you sensed, in a way, the kind of love you felt for him.
Scotty continued, confirming for you what you were hoping was not a misunderstanding.
"I love you Y/n, more than just as a friend and family. I do, I have for some time now, and I will never let you think yourself to be worthless, or unloved, I will not, I refuse." He smiled at you with teary eyes at his own confession, and his own emotional determination to remind you of who you are, not who your parents try to convince you you are.
"You love me?" Your voice was just above a whisper, but holding more hope than you could handle.
He nodded his head, "Yes. Very much."
You smiled at him, as tears fell from your eyes again. But much to your relief, they were no longer out of pain. You let out a soft laugh, "I love you too Scotty."
He let out a relieved laugh, his hopes being proven as certainty. Reaching up, he wiped the tears from your eyes before leaning forward and pressing his forehead against yours. "Never ever let them win. You hear me?"
You nodded your head lightly and smiled at him, "As long as you have those kind of speeches ready, I don't think they'll ever have a chance."
He chuckled lightly before pressing a kiss on your forehead. "Good. I'll give you as many speeches as you need."
You looked up and met his eyes, and smiled at him. He returned the smile as he brought up his hands and gently cupped your face, wiping away another remnant tear with his thumb. "Next shore leave you are coming home with me, and I'll show you what a real family is. Because my family are yours now just as much as I am."
Your smile widened a bit at his words, a really family, people who would actually care about you, and would love you. It's all you ever wanted and more. Even if you would not have them, you had Scotty, and that was all you needed.
xx End xx
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Day 8 of @thefanficfaerie’s Season of Love Challenge
Prompt: Holding Hands
Word Count: 110
The first time it happened, sent a shock through your system.
The skin of his fingers, brushing lightly over yours. Testing, waiting.
Blood rushing through your ears drowned out Spock’s words and hesitantly, you slid your gaze towards Jim.
His gaze remained straight ahead, the gash along his cheek a garish red. Clumps of dirt still clung to his hair, smeared down his neck intermingled with sweat.
Knowing what he sought, you returned your gaze forward. The soft side of your hand pressed into his palm, your fingertips brushed along the inside of his fingers.
His throat bobbed with a swallow, his fingers moving with yours to intertwine and squeeze.
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“BEING A PART OF THE SHIELD TEAM, A FORMER MEMBER OF THE RED ROOM, AND HAVING A MONTHER-DAUGHTER BOND WITH MAY (AGENTS OF SHIELD)”
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From the time you joined, Coulson and May had become your surrogate parents, but you were even closer with May after she started training you
You were already leagues ahead of most agents, and May enjoyed the challenge of training you, even if it was almost... haunting at times?
Because you were so, so young
And yet as lethal as most agents she knew
She didn’t pry into what happened to you at the Red Room, but she had ideas
She noticed how certain things set you on edge-- like the smell of antiseptic when Simmons was trying to patch up a wound on you, or how when she woke you up, you’d be awake immediately, no grogginess
As if you always slept on just the edge of sleep
Ready to be woken at any moment
And unable to relax
She started training you with Tai Chi, something new for you to try, something that she hoped would ground you
Which at first you were resistant to, since you always wanted to be on the move, and hated the quiet and stillness of it
But eventually, it became your favorite time of day
Lots of newer agents (Hunter, for example) made jokes when they found out about your past, which Coulson shut down pretty quickly
Hunter: “Oh, y/n’s one of those widows, right? I’ve heard those stories. You know, if I had the chance to train since I was a preschooler--”
Coulson: “I’m sure y/n would have loved to have a choice in it.”
Becoming close with Bobbi, who somehow just clicked with you, and you felt like she understood you
Like May, she became a key person in helping you adjust to life at SHIELD, especially socially
Especially helping you read social situations, since your time as a spy hadn’t really prepared you for just being among friends
You always felt at ease when she showed up
A lot of your training was helping you make adjustments from the way the Red Room had trained you
Trying to make you a little more self-preserving, not always on the offense, holding back just a little to assess the situation
Sometimes you had nightmares, especially about from when you were taken
Wandering the base one night and running into Daisy, who greeted you with a usual soft smile, pulling up a chair to where she was sitting
Daisy: “What’s on your mind?”
“Sometimes I wonder who I would be if... if I hadn’t been taken. Who my parents were. Where I would have lived.”
Daisy could tell just the thought alone made you upset, even as much as you tried to hold it back.
Daisy: “I grew up without my parents, too. I spent years wondering who they were, and why they weren’t there.”
You: “Did you find them? When you joined SHIELD.”
Daisy: “Yeah. And they mostly sucked. It was complicated. I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m willing to help. But also, I hope you know that you have a family with us here.”
“FALLING ASLEEP ON MELINDA MAY AND HER LETTING YOU SLEEP AND BEING LIKE A MOM TO YOU (AGENTS OF SHIELD)”
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May had been working late that night, out of Coulson's office when you knocked on the door and entered quietly. Just the lamp in the office was on, casting a warm glow over the room, a welcome relief from the fluorescents in the hallway.
"You're up late," May remarked as you crossed the room.
"I left my charger in here earlier," you said, unplugging it from the wall. You hesitated for a moment. "What are you working on?"
"Sorting through these all SSR files," May said. "Trying to see if we can identify that scientist."
"Oh." You leaned over her shoulder, reading the papers she had landed on.
"This is the third night in a row you've been up past three," May said, and you were surprised she noticed at all. (But of course she did. She always did.) "Trouble sleeping?"
"You're up too," you deflected.
"Hmm."
You crossed over to the other side of the couch and sat down next to May, her giving you a side-eye glance as she passed a folder over to you. In silence, you began flipping through as well, scanning the pages for names that May had written down on a Post-It. The two of you worked in tandem for a long time, another hour passing until you finally sat back for a moment. You shut your eyes and leaned your head against the back of the couch, your head dizzy with exhaustion.
You must have fallen asleep eventually-- you didn't remember when-- but May eventually felt your head droop onto her shoulder and she shifted on the couch so that you could lay down, your head resting against her leg. She glanced down at you, glad to finally see you getting some rest. You stirred for a moment, your eyelids fluttering, perhaps the beginning of another bad dream and May hesitated, wondering if she should wake you.
Instead, her hand found its way to rest on your head, stroking your hair until you finally settled again, your breaths evening out. May returned to work as the night wore on, quietly shuffling through the papers so not to wake you.
“DAISY JOHNSON COMFORTING YOU, HER YOUNGER SIBLING, AFTER YOU WERE KIDNAPPED BY WARD (AGENTS OF SHIELD)”
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You couldn't stop shaking
You were terrified of him, even as you were reunited with your team
What if he found out that you tried to escape?
Daisy's hand trembling as she reached for you, her heart clenching when you drew away from her touch
You were covered in blood, some of it so old that the dried blood had begun to flake and crack in places, and other wounds still fresh, still bleeding.
Daisy: "It's me. It's just me. Jemma's on her way, okay? We're going to get you fixed up."
She spoke so softly, just loud enough for you to hear, stroking your hair as you began to cry, the tears streaking your dirty cheeks
She had never seen you like this before, never this broken
It scared her, and made her blood boil at the same time
She started checking you, assessing the worst of your injuries, so gentle and careful as she did so, her horror only growing
Ward was Ward, she knew that, but this? To do this to someone who had once considered him like an older brother?
Even when Jemma arrived with Coulson, Daisy couldn't leave your side.
Daisy: "I think their arm is broken. They've lost a lot of blood, too."
Daisy flinching when they moved you onto the gurney, only imagining the pain you were in
Jemma: "I'll kill him for this."
Coulson: "He was looking for our attention, and he got it."
Jemma sedated you as soon as she could, and even then Daisy didn't leave, watching Jemma operate on you, give you stitches, and clean the blood and dirt from you
Daisy: "I never thought... I never thought he'd go this far."
Jemma: "He did drop Fitz and I into the ocean."
Daisy: "This is different. This is sadistic. Jemma, look at them. He wanted us to hurt. He wanted y/n to hurt."
When you woke, Daisy was still there, working on her laptop, the lights dim while you rested
Daisy: "You're safe, okay? I'm right here."
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“THE AGENTS OF SHIELD TEAM HELPING YOU WITH A PANIC ATTACK (AGENTS OF SHIELD)”
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You found yourself on the couch in the lounge of the Bus, paralyzed with the feeling of dread, shutting your eyes tightly, your brain overheating as you tried to calm yourself down. It wasn’t working. You knew what was happening, and you couldn’t stop it.
There were footsteps in the hall, and Ward entered the lounge, seeing you sitting on the couch and hardly giving you a glance as he walked over to the small kitchen. After a moment, though, he stepped out of the kitchen again. “You okay?”
You shook your head no.
“What’s wrong?”
At that moment, Skye, Jemma, and Fitz made their way upstairs, talking loudly between themselves, Fitz laughing at something Skye had said, Jemma going up the stairs to Coulson’s office.
“Guys,” Ward said in a warning tone, quieting them down, as Fitz and Skye looked over at you.
“Y/n, you good?” Skye asked.
You shook your head again, leaning it onto the back of the couch. “Just feel... sick. Anxious. Think I’m having one of my... panic...”
“attacks?” Fitz finished for you. “I’ll go get Jemma.”
“Get me for what?” Jemma asked, returning down the stairs, followed by Coulson and May. Your whole body felt flushed and queasy with the entire team now in the lounge, not knowing how they would react, all eyes on you as they realized what was going on...
“Come on,” May murmured, nodding at Fitz, gesturing for him to come with her and Coulson. “Let’s give them some space.” You made brief eye contact with her, a silent thank you.
Jemma and Skye joined you and Ward, each of them sitting on the couch next to you with Ward crouched at your eye level, looking between the two women for a cue. “Did anything cause it?” Skye asked. “Or did it just happen?”
“Just happened,” you said, and your voice shook. “I don’t know.” Jemma rubbed your back as you leaned forward to rest on your knees.
“Would a hug help?” Skye asked, and when you shrugged, and then nodded through your tears, she wrapped you in close. “Just listen to my heartbeat, okay?” The hug was grounding, soothing, even as tears finally leaked from your eyes. You felt Jemma hold your hand, rubbing her thumb over your knuckles.
“I’m so tired of this happening,” you whispered into Skye. “I keep thinking I’m getting better and then... I don’t know...”
“Hey, it happens to the best,” Ward said.
“No, it doesn’t,” you said. “Not you. Not May.”
“We all have our things,” Ward answered.
Your eyes shut for a moment as a wave of exhaustion hit, and you finally relaxed in Skye’s arms, even though each breath you took still shuddered. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” Skye murmured.
“God, this is so embarrassing,” you mumbled.
“Please, Fitz still had shaving cream in his ear this morning from the prank yesterday,” Jemma said. “That’s embarrassing.” You laughed a little, despite everything. “We’ll figure this out,” Jemma continued. “It’s what we do.”
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