"Just one last kiss and I’ll never bother you again." (Tripward because I thought I was the only one in the universe who actually secretly shipped this shit XD)
He shouldn’t be here, he knows that. If Coulson were to ever find out about these secret rendezvous he would do more than just kick him off the team. He would be lucky to keep his SHIELD badge.
Every time he promises himself that it won’t happen again. That this is the last time. And yet here he is again despite all those empty promises.
"We can’t do this anymore."
And how many cheap motel rooms have heard those words before?
"I know."
It’s the same answer every time.
He knows it’s not selfish to care about yourself, and yet leaving this man that no one ever wanted feels like one of he most selfish things he’s ever had the courage to do.
He can’t help but wonder what his grandfather would say. He knows for a fact that he would have followed Captain America anywhere, and at the current moment he’s in search of a dangerous HYDRA agent.
There’s a bitter irony in that.
He’s brought out of those thoughts by a hand moving to cover his and the lacing together of calloused fingers.
"Just one last kiss and I’ll never bother you again."
It’s a lie. It’s a terrible lie that tastes like malt liquor and Trip revels in it, pushing Ward down onto the bed on his back and kissing him harder.
For now he can pretend that this is just a proper goodbye, but they both know better than that, they were both taught better than that.
Still, with Ward’s arms wrapped around his waist like a life line and those lips moving against his in a desperate fashion, it’s easy to forget the lies.
In the morning he leaves before Ward wakes up, just as he always has.
When he gets back to the Playground he entertains Skye and SImmons with wild made up stories of his sister and they buy every single word.
It’s no less than a month later that he finds himself booking a motel room outside of Nashville and promising himself once again that this is the last time.
