She’s Skye: Smart, witty, beautiful, brave & brimming with life. She’s gripping his arm tight while her eyes are wide & glued to the laptop, precariously balanced on their bent legs. Her touch, the instant it occurs is all Fitz knows- he’s hyper-aware of the warmth of her skin ( against his it is a fire hot flame ) & cherishes the way her grip feels perfectly firm to him; neither too tight nor loose enough to let him go- the plot of the movie that has made Skye so eager to touch in the first place, he has forgotten. Not that Fitz had been paying it much heed in the first place. The better part of an hour already had been spent with shoulders pressed together so that the pair might share the laptop equally.
❝ I really hate you ❞
She utters in a single breath & digs her shoulder against his. There’s not a single doubt that she’s joking ( this stems from the way her pink lips curl about the words ) nor that she’s referring only to his choice in film.
❝ You’re just embarrassed that I made you jump earlier ❞
His comment invokes a pillow to the face & defensive words from his movie partner, which leads to a small elbow in the ribs courtesy of Fitz, followed by a swift blow from a different pillow. They trade hits back & forth with way too many laughs burning in their throats & love burned into their aggression.
2.
She’s Skye: Smart, witty, beautiful, brave & her life is fading away right before him. There’s fire in his throat & too many bodies pressing into the medical pod, each emanating with utter horror as they do nothing but watch Skye’s body seize. & then it’s over; they all stop shouting, the heart monitor slows down & Simmons can stroke the brown hair tainted with blood. Relief floods across them like a tidal wave. Shoulders sag, breaths escape & eyes linger upon her form before each person traipses out, now that they can rest easy. ( Fitz will not until her eyes open, but for now, it’s enough that she’s not struggling to breathe. )
❝ I’ll stay with her… ❞
Jemma clearly carries the burning desire to talk to Coulson, so that they might know what it is that just happened ( Fitz only cares for the fact that it worked ) & she nods her relief at him while they shuffle to trade places.
He falls back immediately into the only chair in the room, eyes incapable of leaving her body & suddenly he’s utterly exhausted. The past few days seem to rush to catch up with him the moment his feet are out from under him & Fitz just feels so damn heavy, like the air is pressing on him. Yet Skye’s chest rises & falls as though she’s sleeping, normally, like she’d only passed out on the sofa during a movie.
Skye will live. Skye will live.
He’s missing her like she’s left them all for a trip back to LA. He thinks, almost bitterly, that if this were a movie, this is his moment to confess some unknown love for her while holding her hand & begging her to come back.
He doesn’t have to do this, because already she’s on her way back & when Skye returns he will hug her as tight as he dares & continue to find a new way to silently love her with every day that they have.
3.
❝ I never got a chance to say ❞
❝ I never got a chance to say ❞
❝ Sorry ❞ ❝ Thank you ❞
Fitz who is pressing trembling fingers against the cold glass of a beer bottle, the drink barely touched, looks to her with such wide, blue eyes. They try to meet in the middle & understand how their not quites had come out so starkly different.
He watches the familiar frown come in to play, tilts his head at her as though daring to question his apology, ( but Fitz would never press her like that ) says nothing, only does what he always does & waits.
❝ Ward mentioned… ❞
Her head tilts forward to peer inside the bottle she nurses as though she might find some great secret in there before she looks back to him & it’s his turn to search his drink for his destiny.
❝ He told me about your trip to the Tahiti bunker, said that you & Simmons did everything you could… & you found out where it was, didn’t you? ❞
He folds his legs tighter beneath him like he’s still in school & fails to meet her eyes. He cannot accept thanks for such small things when there is still guilt wrapping about him like a new layer of skin made from lead.
❝ & May mentioned that everyone seemed to fancy blaming themselves…. I know how much you’re probably hating yourself right now Fitz…❞
❝ I should have gone in there with you… ❞
❝ Then Quinn would have shot us both ❞
He looks to her then, arguments forming as a fast as Skye can fight them.
❝ I could have let him shoot at me while you took him out with a Night-night gun. Better me than you. ❞
❝ Don’t Fitz. Don’t ever do that. ❞
There isn’t a single trace of levity in her tone.
❝ Don’t ever think I, or anyone else here cares about you less. I get it- because I am glad it was me that chose to go in there & I’d probably do it again in a heartbeat if it stopped you doing what I did. ❞
4.
He hurtles into the world far too sharp & he feels a million things pressing against him, his heart races, all he knows are unfamiliar colours in an unfamiliar place & he’s coughing but can’t quite because there’s a tube down his throat & his hands are unable to rip it out. For a stark moment Fitz has forgotten everything- he cannot work out his limbs or where he is or what’s happened - & he thinks he might have been on a mission that ended badly, a g a i n.
He registers a squeak- dimly he knows it to be shock or surprise- but he’s too enshrouded in his own blind panic to take it as anything but a noise.
Warm hands… A shout endless beeping
❝ You’re okay- it’s okay. Oh my god I can’t believe you’re finally awake ❞
He knows that voice. It’s familiar. He knows there’s a word for the person… for who it belongs to- he feels for it- feels for the way to formulate a question as colours settle about him. Fitz waits for clarity, that familiar draining that follows waking up.
❝ Fitz, hey, hey Fitz. Hang on, Jemma’s coming ❞
Warm. He remembers that touch, that sensation as something important. Familiar. He remembers something limitless & blue with the potential to be dark or light.
❝ Do you know who I am? Hey, can you even hear me? ❞
Skye
He wants to reach for the only thing he remembers, her name blares through his mind like a siren & he’s pressing down a million warm feelings with his sheer panic.
She’s so far away & he’s acutely aware that he’s failed in every attempt to reach for her hands now.
They brush at his face, rush through his hair & he feels that she wants to engulf him in a rib cracking hug. It’s an electric current in her skin, passing on to him.
5.
She’s Daisy Johnson: Smart, witty, beautiful, brave & no longer a lonely little girl hurled into their lives. She’s strong & sure when she smirks at him, her palms slowly rising in false defeat to the man pressed behind Fitz with a gun pressed to his neck- so this one at least knows what he’s doing- & Fitz, even with electricity zipping down his spine & his veins alive with adrenaline, smirks right back at her.
A rush that feels almost like a breath passes him by safely before there’s something slamming his back & the weight of the mobster lifts from him to slam into the floor several feet away.
❝ Somebody order a bodyguard? ❞
He’s not sure there’s ever been something more glorious than the sight of her, clad in her new outfit, gauntlets he’s made for her claiming her wrists, & honestly smiling.
❝ Just in time by the looks of it too ❞
Daisy toes the pistol away from the man’s outstretched & straining hand before slamming rubber soles upon the flesh.
❝ What were you looking for? ❞
She calls to him with such a casual tone, as though she didn’t have a dangerous man pinned beneath her boot. Fitz is already back to searching & needs to be asked twice ( it’s not because he likes how power suits her )
Every single nerve in his body seemed to give out at the mere sight of her, nothing more than scratches to flesh & something of a smile nearly upon her lips. The breath that had escaped - a sigh of utter relief- had been shaky & weak, but still warm. In a second Fitz was charging towards Daisy & he crashed into her, caring for nothing but the fact that she was safe.
❝ Probably just as happy as I am to see you.❞
Words were mumbled into her clothes & he pulled her into a hug that would he knew he’d have trouble letting go of.
1. What was the last movie you saw?
I think it was probably Avengers: Age of Ultron? I feel like I’ve seen something else since then but clearly I’m a doorknob and can’t remember shit to save my life.
2. What was the last song you listened to?
According to my music app, that would be “Howl” by Florence + the Machine
3. What was the last show you watched?
Blind Spot.
4. What was the last book you read?
I’ve been reading “Afterworlds” by Scott Westerfeld, but the last book I finished was “Shutter” by Courtney Alameda.
5. What was the last thing you ate?
Avocado on toast. It sounds disgustingly healthy but tbh I’m too lazy to make anything else.
6. If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be?
Hmm, hard to choose. This sounds really pretentious and stuff, but I miss Paris, and the cute lil suburb my aunt lives in outside of Paris.
7. If you could pick a decade to travel back to in time, what would it be? Honestly, I kind of like the current decade? Like. Technology’s awesome, advancements in science now are awesome. They could be more awesome, but that’d be travelling forward in time, I guess.
8. If you won the lotto and millions in cash, what would be the first thing you would do?
Quit my current shitty-ass job tbh. I’d also get myself a car so my mom can stop complaining I’m alway taking hers. And travel.
9. Which fictional character would you like to hang out with for a day?
HOW CAN I PICK JUST ONE?
10. What was the last fandom you joined?
I guess the Until Dawn fandom? I don’t have a PS4 so I haven’t actually played the game, but I’ve watched enough people play it and stuff to know the game well enough lmao.
☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing?
Comfort andcontentment takes over as he leafs through page after page of the book he’sreading. With every turn, words leap at him, painting a picture of someone else’slife in the canvas of his imagination. And though he knows that this kind oflife is one reality can never give him, somehow, through the characters he readabout, he gets to live a different lifetime blessed by fantasy.
It is with theimages of other people’s happy endings playing on the surface of hisconsciousness that Grant lets the seconds and hours tick by whenever he can’tsleep. And soon enough, when they finally lull him to sleep, the book stillopen atop his chest as he slumbers peacefully, those beautiful images are whathe uses to fight the darkness in the nightmare that try to take him.
✗ : Explain how they portray feelings of hostility or dislike.
Had thishappened two years ago, Grant would have felt at ease, a semblance of being athome, in their Hydra headquarters in Cuba. Finally, after years of pretendinghe was SHIELD, he would have found it liberating to drop his cover and be ofcomplete assistance to Garrett, the man he considered his father. But unfortunately,that was not the case. Every time a Hydra agent talked to him, all he got wasthis urge, this itch, to club the other agent for the simple ‘sin’ of standingtoo close to him or breathing the same air he did.
There was oneagent, though, that had made the mistake of doing much worse in the form of openinghis mouth and commenting on his former team, speaking of negative opinions thatwere too far from the truth. Safe to say, the other agent had only gotten threesentences in before Grant cut him off with a flat inquiry of…
“How manyfingers can you flex at the moment?”
“Huh?”
“You heard me,you’re not deaf.”
“Ten, ofcourse.”
“If you don’tshut up and leave right now, that number is going to go down to half… that’sif you’re lucky. If not, well…”
Grant Wardhasn’t ever had difficulty in speaking out threats, especially to people hedisliked. Both the Grant Ward of SHIELD and Hydra had this in common.
