#monkeyinawell

[leveloneforaday]

       and when our children tell our story -- 

                                                   they’ll tell the story of tonight.

                                    || independent canon divergent Thomas Ward and Skye ||

                                                       || written by alexa and jemma ||

[whydoyouthinkileft]

continuing from here X

monkeyinawell

"Then I'll go there and strip you, Thomas!" she snapped, and then heard how that sounded and shook her head, tossing her dresses on the bed, "What are you even making me say, I'm not asking you to strip! But you are going to have to change your shirt because apparently, people and their plus ones are coordinated, which my sister only told me now, because she hates me," she gave a short hysterical laugh while talking fast, "And that might be a problem considering that I narrowed my choices of dresses to two before I realized that no, I can't pick! I can't pick my dress and if I can't pick my dress I can't pick my shoes, and if I can’t pick that I can't pick my makeup and my hair and my jewels and my purse and I can't do anything because I can't choose, so you cannot choose what to wear either! So I went to make tea but what brand do I want? I don't know because I can't choose anything anymore! I can't do this. I can't. I can't pick something that will say 'look, I'm doing great' but also won't say 'I'm exaggerating when showing off how great I'm doing because I'm actually falling apart and you were all right and it's just pride that keeps me from saying it’." She rested her hands on the table there, ducking her hea and taking a deep breath that did not help.

[stillanounceoff-blog]

the voicemail meme for Tommy bc I too am Satan

low key too lazy to find the link yolo

“Tommy. Hey. Um. James learned how to walk today. Well- he took his first steps without help today. We recorded it, actually, uh-- Grant got it on camera, said you would’ve liked that. Then Skye started crying and it just got sad. 

She’s hurting bad, Tommy- she misses you so much. We all do. 

You know, tomorrow’s your birthday. We’re gonna get a little cake and balloons for Bonnie and James and come and sit with you, okay? We’ll celebrate with you. The whole day. 

Oh-- you would’ve liked to know. Coulson’s called for a complete peace treaty between us, in honor of your memory, since you died on a mission for SHIELD. He feels responsible, and he should, but it’s nice to know that the fighting is over for good. That’s your doing, Tommy. 

God, I miss you. You were my best friend, you were my brother and I-- I love you so much, Tommy. We all love you so much.”

[leveloneforaday]

Skye smiled up at Thomas with tired eyes. She'd done it. They were parents now. They had a lovely little boy.... Who wasn't crying. Why wasn't he crying?

"Thomas-" She tried to push herself up from the bed to see what was going on, the world swirling around her as her body slammed back against the mattress, the machine closest to her beginning to beep dangerously. She couldn't care about that, though.

"Tommy, where's the baby?" Her head was aching, her vision blurring at the edges. "Where's my baby?"

[whydoyouthinkileft]

continuing from here X

monkeyinawell

It was an effort not to groan, though he supposed it really was his fault he was in the position to begin with. The mission was going smoothly, exactly as planned, and then Hydra had shown up, and ruined everything, including his concentration. He was still getting used to the fact that his life wasn’t always the way it was then, up to and including his newly discovered family tree, and when an enemy team led by Ward of all people – who he would not be referring to as his brother any time soon, or at all if it could be avoided – it was a bit difficult to concentrate. Of course, that had only led to him getting shot in the arm.

Which was why he was currently in a bath tub wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks and the bandages that she had used to patch him up.

                                               “Jemma, I can wash my own hair. I don’t                                                  need to lift both arms for that.”

Jemma brought her hands to her hips, a bossy pose she always tried to avoid but slipped out when she was feeling her temper rise. She had been so scared for Fitz, hearing that he had gotten hurt, and she was trying her best to stay calm but he wasn't helping. Why would he risk hurting himself and more getting his bandages wet when she was right there? "Leo." She took a breath to change tone, and continued in a nicer one. She called him Leo when angry, instinctively, and for a second she wondered if she should switch to Thomas or if he’d keep both names and then she’d choose. She’d still probably pick Leo when irritated. "It will take longer and you might not even wash it well because you'll be trying to keep your bandages dry and to keep your other arm still. You could just let me put this thing behind you so you can rest your head, close your eyes, and let me take care of that like you'd do for me if I were in the same situation. You'd do it for me, right?"  

[thexspecialist-blog]

&&Tommy:

He heard his brother approaching -- how could  he not? The footsteps were too loud, too familiar -- and he wondered, for a moment, if that was intentional. Ward stared back down at his drink (already taking full use of Coulson’s bar). He didn’t acknowledge Tommy’s presence at first -- and  even then, his calm voice held an accusatory tone. 

                                “Did you know?” 

Maybe that wasn’t rational, or fair. But nothing  that had been happening was rational. This entire day hadn’t made a single lick of sense to him, and...well, he didn’t like it. Already, this  ‘Bus’ welcoming committee venture was getting  old, and Phil...well, Phil was DIFFERENT. Ward didn’t know why, or exactly how, but the UNFAMILIARITY of the man who had raised the both of them was putting him on edge. 

                          “Did you know Phil was alive?”