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jamiedc-they-them · 1 year

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Cycle Of Life (Platonic)

I’ve been made sad (in a way that was intended. One of the best episodes of TV I’ve ever seen) by the newest episode of Succession on the date I write this (10th April 2023) so I’m using the form that show did and this requested prompt to try work my way through it. Hope you enjoy :)))

May had been monitoring the whole time. She’d trained you for this. Daisy said she’d go instead, but she still wasn’t fully rested from her own mission. So, she wished you luck with a hug and kiss on the head. The rest were either busy or had given you their own form of ‘good luck’ for the job. Seemed easy enough. Only catch was, limited contact. So May waited, and waited, and waited.

She was getting old, she’d admit that now. She had a surprise for you, too. With May knowing that Daisy was going to surprise you with a form making you a full Johnson. You were a sibling to her. You were a sibling (and kid to Coulson and May), but your closest bond was with Daisy. It was going to be a whole thing.

Then the comms went off, and May didn’t think she’d ever been so fast to answer them than this moment, right now.

“Y/N?” She asked into the microphone.

“May…” your voice said, relieved, but she picked up on the strained part to it. Something was wrong.

“Are you ok?” She would ask this to any agent, but her motherly concerns with her team got the better of you. Something was wrong, and she didn’t know what it was.

“Mission’s complete,” that was good, “but I won’t be coming home.”

No.

“What do you mean, agent Y/L/N?” The formalities were a barrier. A shield. It didn’t get by you, however.

“I think you know, May.”

“Where are you hurt?”

“Feels like everywhere. But…” you drifted off for a moment.

“Y/N?” She left the formality behind, the wall crumbling. Her voice even got a bit louder. She was thankful no one else was in this small room that she had booked out to keep an eye on your months long mission.

“Lung. At least…would explain why my breathing is…think it was that,” you were already fading. It was your lung. It was your fucking lung that had got you.

“Y/N. Can you send your location? We’ll come get you.”

“I think you know….this isn’t how it works, May…up to lose each other,” she knew the words you were referencing. She had said them to Daisy when Trip had died to save you both.

“You’ll make it home,” Melinda May was always a stubborn woman.

There was silence on your end for a bit, then a cough. She took it as a laugh.

“Can you make sure….I get back ok? If there’s….anything left?”

“We’ll get you home,” she said, though it was more of a resigned tone this time. You got good at reading them, even though the world was fading on your end. She could hear that more and more as you spoke.

“Thank…” then it went silent.

She shut her eyes. She once convinced herself that feeling was bad. But, with this small team of people trying to do good in a bad world, she grew attached. Daisy sat with her in the cockpit, Fitzsimmons had their own (albeit slightly annoying to her, but paradoxically also endearing) ways of getting to her heart. She fucked Ward, and Coulson was Coulson. You though, maybe it was being the youngest that did it; maybe it was her instincts that she denied that were there and that died with the girl in Bahrain coming back to life once again. Maybe it was those factors and so many more she couldn’t list that drew her to you. Daisy had empathy for you, connected with you like a sister; Jemma had her kindness; Fitz his patience and normality; Coulson his fatherly love, that drew you all into a family. You were there sibling too the younger lot, and child to the older ones.

Now that family had lost one more.

May had hit the button on her radio. A morse code signal. God she missed the woman that code was ironically accidentally named after. They all gathered. Some just having woken up, others alert.

“May, what’s wrong?” Coulson asked, dramatically paused on the stairs as everyone else stood below, May’s back to him as she faced the rest of the team. As if he were some got that could change the fate that had been handed to them.

She couldn’t face her friend, she knew he had an idea. Her cold stance of hands being together and tense posture only himself and you would be able to detect gave the answer to the alive one on what had happened.

“Y/N reported in,” she said, tone even, but cold, “we now need to do a retrieval mission.”

“You mean ‘rescue,’ right?” Daisy corrected. She hoped it was a correction. The lack of an acknowledgment made her ask again, “you mean a ‘rescue’ op, right, May?” No response again, “right?” Still nothing, “May, come on, this isn’t funny.”

The woman who tried to hide her emotion blinked, then gulped. They all saw that. They all saw her leg shake slightly. They all saw how she blinked again, this time her eyes even more glassy than before.

There was a stony silence amongst the crew. Coulson even came down the stairs and stood side by side with May, his own face stony, but he put a hand on her shoulder.

“They completed their mission,” Coulson announced, as if that were any good news.

“Coulson,” Daisy looked heartbroken. They all did, “Coulson, please,” she gulped herself, she couldn’t finish her words.

Coulson’s cold gaze softened. Another friend gone. Another sibling and child to bury. Another agent down. Another name on a wall that just kept growing.

“Who wants to come?”

Four hands went up immediately.

The Quinjet wasn’t the bus, but it was home. Or a smaller version. Like an RV type thing. Daisy had pitched that name. Fitz had rolled his eyes, but he also went with it because Daisy called the Night Night Gun the Night Night Gun. Jemma thought the name quaint. She always had a name with words.

Here though, where there were none.

She wasn’t a full on doctor, but she always made sure you lived. She always made sure you stayed on this side of the abyss. You once called her ‘Elizabeth Comstock’ and she actually got the bio shock reference. Hell, once she even cut her hair to look a bit like your specific comfort character to try make the needles and pain with being patched up more bearable. She didn’t think she fitted the look, but it made you happy.

You would never smile again.

Fitz would never have someone to talk to about monkeys. He’d never have his friend to just talk shop about shows, games, normal things. Mack was a very good friend, but he wasn’t you. No one was you. With your insights, opinions, passion for things.

Daisy always thought you were adorable. With your passionate speeches on dumb fictional things; or the care you had for them all, but sometimes had it turn into anger and then apologise; there were so many things about you to love, but also flaws you always acknowledge that they supported your growth from whoever they could. All she wanted was a family, and she found that through SHIELD. Now another part of that was gone.

First a brother, a twin. Trip. Now a sibling, a younger one. You.

It wasn’t fair. Ward still drew breath, while you wouldn’t.

Coulson secretly wanted kids. He planned to with Audrey, then he died and so did that dream. Now he found it with you guys; now that dream dimmed a bit more. Risks were always within your line of work; he always knew it could go this way, but he always hated when it did.

A loss was a loss. But a young one like you? Irreplaceable.

May was numb as she flew. She didn’t look back, she didn’t sob like some of the rest. She just flew the fucking thing. Part of her wanted to send it into nose dive and just be with you if the afterlife existed. But she knew you’d just be angry at her for that. You’d want her to keep living.

So she would.

You’d be a flame.

A spark that never died.

Something shifted within SHIELD team 616 that day.

HYDRA would never know what hit them.

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blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms · 2 years

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Good- Daisy Johnson

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x Reader

Characters: Daisy Johnson

Warnings: N/A

Request: Wattpad- "Everyone keeps telling me you're the bad guy."

Word Count: 653

Author: Charlotte

How you ended up in these situations was beyond you. Everything started a few months ago when you were strapped for cash and signed up for a medical study, it all seemed legit through the application and when you were there, they seemed nice and normal. However now you knew that was far from the point. You were injected with something that you forgot the name of and would be monitored for the following 24 hours. Nothing happened. They bid you fair well with an information pack describing the medication that was meant to change emotions in the individual, and an envelope of money. You went home and forgot about it.

A week later, you had gotten excited about a cheap cake being sold in the shopping centre and ended up setting the fridge on fire. You didn’t know how you did it but you grabbed the cake and quickly ran off, so no one knew that you were the one to cause the damage. Flames appeared every time you were overly emotional but nothing too bad had happened until a customer pissed you off and her hair ended up on fire. Luckily, she wasn’t badly hurt, she was put out before any damage extended further than her hair.

You fled from work hoping to figure out what was going on until a man and a woman broke into your house and stowed you away into a car, taking you onto an aircraft and locking you in a small room.

You tried to plead for help, but you were met with an onslaught of questions about how you got your ability and why you were hurting people. Even though the woman annoyed you beyond reason, you never wished ill upon her, if you could get rid of your powers, you would have.

After hours of shouting at you, you were left on your own, handcuffed to the table with a collar around your throat that was stopping your powers from working. You were left alone for what felt like a lifetime before the door opened again. You expected to see one of the agents who had been shouting at you but instead it was a young brunette woman who was about your age. She said nothing as she closed the door behind her and sat down opposite you. She leaned across the table to unshackle your hands.

“Thank you,” you whispered, rubbing your wrists that were sore from your restraints. You moved your hand up to the collar. “Can I take this off?”

The woman shook her head. “It’s better for both of our safety for you to keep that on.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you said solemnly, sad that people expected the worse from you and considered you a danger.

“I know,” she stated. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy, but I don’t believe that.”

“You don’t?”

She shook her head. “You wouldn’t be the first person we have come across who has gotten powers that they cannot control. Just because you can do something dangerous, doesn’t mean you want to.”

A small smile crawled across your lips knowing that maybe there was some form of hope out there.

“I didn’t want to hurt anyone, I told the men who were in here that, but they don’t believe me,” you pleaded. “Please, I don’t want to end up in jail.”

“You’re not going to go to jail, I can promise you that,” she smiled softly. “My team do not agree that you aren’t a danger, but once you have learnt to control your powers, you will be perfectly safe to society.”

“Thank you so much,” you smiled. “I never wanted this.”

“I know. It is going to be okay Y/N, I promise.”

The woman stood up to leave the room. “I’ll talk to my team and I’ll be back soon.”

“Thank you. I didn’t catch your name…”

“Skye.”

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 month

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Y/N: hey I love you

Daisy: really?! I love me too.

Y/N:

Later at the cafeteria table…

Daisy: I think I screwed up. I meant to say I love you too

Fitz: I’m sure Y/N understood what you meant

Y/N walks by…

Daisy: I love you!

Y/N: I love me too (winks)

Daisy blushes…

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marie-swriting · 6 months

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Your gallery if you're dating...

Daisy Johnson

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captainsophiestark · 6 months

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Weirdest Day Ever

Daisy Johnson x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Marvel

Day 12 Prompt: "I'm not saying I didn't like it."

Summary: Daisy and Y/N broke up a long time ago rather than attempting long distance. Now, with a nudge from a terrigen crystal, the very thing that tore them apart might bring them back together.

Word Count: 1,694

Category: Angst, Fluff

Requested by @trekkingaroundasgard! Thanks for the request Nicola, and I hope you like it!

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

The weirdest day of my life, to date, was the day I saw my ex-girlfriend on the news three times in the course of twenty-four hours, as a new superhero working for SHIELD. And until I bit into a takeout sushi roll from my favorite restaurant, I thought nothing could beat it for the number one spot.

Then I'd started transforming.

Inhumans and inhuman transformations had been in the news once or twice lately (at least one of my ex's appearances had been in connection with it), but I hadn't really thought much of it. I'd certainly never imagined I might be one of them, a latent alien gene just waiting in my genetic code. But as a chrysalis started to form around me, fear took over, and I knew what came next.

I didn't know how much time passed for me while I was totally crystalized, but when I came out of it, I collapsed in a heap on the floor. It had felt like floating, through time and space, with no anchor. My body was exhausted and a little sore, and my head hurt. I looked around, finally glancing at a clock to see about four hours had passed.

What the hell was I supposed to do now? Seriously, what did somebody do after a transformation like that? What was the normal reaction?

Slowly, I got to my feet, waiting for some crazy, obvious sign of my change. I walked to a mirror on unsteady feet to find that I looked the same as before, if a little shakier than when I'd been trying to enjoy my favorite food for lunch in peace.

I frowned down at my hands, experimentally shaking one out in front of me to see if anything happened. When it didn't, I flared my hand out, fingers spread wide.

That's when the new weirdest day of my life really kicked off.

A bright purple forcefield bubble appeared around my hand, growing rapidly in size the longer I left my hand extended. I watched it in fascination, until I heard a crashing sound behind me and whipped around to find the door of my apartment busted open. A dozen people in military tactical gear broke through the door, headed right for me.

Reflexively, I flung my hands up in front of my face. With my new powers, the forcefield responded, exploding in a circle around me and knocking the strangers backwards and off their feet. My sushi clattered to the ground, and I leapt over it as I raced past the stunned soldiers and through the door.

I heard shouts from behind me followed shortly by thundering footsteps. My pulse roared in my ears, beating a million miles an hour as I burst into the stairwell and ran down as fast as possible. I had no idea what my plan was, other than 'get away', which felt like a decent first step.

I barreled through the lobby of my apartment building and into the street, the people chasing me not far behind. I staggered a little, unsteady on my feet, more tired than I'd normally be thanks to the use of my new powers. I glanced over my shoulder, then flung my hands up to defend myself again as shots—hopefully nonlethal—fired at me. They bounced off my forcefield, but each hit still felt like a punch in the gut with the effort it took to deflect.

I screamed, flinging my arms out harder and farther away from me, sending another wave of purple force pushing my attackers back. It nearly knocked me to the ground, too, but I managed to stay on my feet and keep running.

I staggered around a corner and into an alleyway, hoping to lose them by going off the beaten path. I realized after a few steps, however, that I'd also just walked into a dead end. I turned around to go back the way I'd come, only to have my exit blocked by the soldier-looking people.

I stumbled backwards, almost tripping over my own two feet and going down. I managed to catch myself at the last second, heart pounding as my attackers advanced. I flung my hands out, but even the smallest forcefield had me seeing spots now.

I was trapped. No way out. And then, my day doubled down on the weirdness.

Like a fever-induced hallucination, my ex-girlfriend Daisy Johnson, formerly known as Skye, landed in front of me in a full superhero pose. She stared down my attackers, who hesitated at the sight of her, long enough for her to level a blast of her own superpower and send them flying backwards. She turned to me with a grin, and when I swayed a little on my feet this time it wasn't just because I was dizzy.

"Hey. Long time no see," said Daisy. She started walking towards me and I just watched her, still not totally convinced this wasn't a dream.

We'd only broken up because she was taking off with SHIELD, and I was moving across the country for work. We'd decided long distance with spies probably wasn't a good idea. To have her magically reappear in my life, right when some crazy latent superpower had been awakened in me... it felt too good to be true.

"Y/N? Are you okay?"

I shook my head as Daisy reached me, putting her hands on my arms and gently squeezing to try to ground me back to reality. It didn't really work.

"It's okay," she said, glancing over my shoulder before stepping even closer to me. "It's gonna be okay, I promise. We're gonna get you out of here."

I nodded. Despite not seeing Daisy for the past few years, I trusted her. I knew she'd get me out of here, that I could feel safe with her. As a result, the adrenaline quickly faded, and my light-headed exhaustion only got worse.

"It's... good to see you again," I muttered, giving Daisy the best smile I could muster. She returned with a confused frown, and I thought I saw her mouth my name, but the sound didn't make it past the encroaching blackness. The next thing I knew, I was toppling towards Daisy, the rest of the world completely slipping away.

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When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the splitting pain in my head. I frowned before I even opened my eyes, memories of the events right before I blacked out only making my headache worse. I heard a snort, and my eyes flew open.

Daisy. Sitting on the edge of the bed I was laying in, looking at me with a fond smile. She'd swooped back in to save my life, and she looked absolutely fantastic doing it.

"Out of all the reactions of Inhumans we've saved, scowling before even waking all the way up might be my favorite," she said, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. I sat up, my heart racing faster at the sight of her.

"You... saved me," I breathed. She nodded a little, her worried eyes scanning me from head to toe.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there sooner."

"No, Daisy, oh my gosh," I scooted forward, unable to resist the pull towards her. After everything that had happened, to have her suddenly back in my life after I'd literally been attacked? I didn't want to waste another minute without her. "You saved me. You came at the perfect time, please don't apologize. I- I'm so happy to see you again."

She smiled at me, the small, soft smile that had been reserved just for me for so long when we were together, and I found myself leaning forward, pulled towards Daisy by some gravitational force. I brought my hand up to the back of her head, tangling it in her hair as I kissed her softly, every happy moment from our lives together rushing back. After a second, she pulled away, a rueful look on her face.

"Y/N-"

"Oh my God. Daisy, I am so, SO sorry. I wasn't thinking, I shouldn't have just kissed you like that, I-"

"Whoa." She held up a hand, stopping me in my tracks before I could really get rolling and rambling. I stared at her with wide eyes, and she gently took one of my hands in hers before giving me a soft smile. "It's okay. I missed you too, and when you kissed me... well, I'm not saying I didn't like it. But we haven't seen each other in a while, and you just survived a really, really big trauma that's gonna take some time to process. I think it might be a good idea if we take things a little slower."

I nodded, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Yeah... yeah, you're probably right. But Daisy? I do still want to head that way, if you do, of course. You know, back towards... something like what we had before."

She sighed. "I want that. For sure, I want that. But maybe you should take a little more time to process, make sure it's actually something you want and not just the delayed adrenaline dump or something-"

"Daisy." I shifted a little on the bed, taking my turn to stop her worry train before it got rolling, taking both her hands more firmly in mine. "Honestly, while forcefields will probably be a sick power, this whole experience has completely sucked. Every single minute of it... except for the fact that it's brought me back to you. So... if you're sure, I'm sure."

A smile steadily grew on Daisy's face, mirrored on my own until we were positively beaming at each other. SHIELD had been the thing to tear us apart, but now, it had brought us back together. There was some interesting kind of poetry to that, but I didn't care enough to analyze it. All that mattered to me was that Daisy and I would be side by side, working through all the weirdness together, today and for every new weirdest day that was sure to come our way in the future.

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upat4amwiththemoon · 1 year

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If possible could you do a Daisy Johnson x wife reader where reader is extremely overprotective and when reader and Daisy get into a argument over reader being overprotective thats gets so heated that Daisy ends up saying that their marriage was a mistake and reader takes their wedding ring and throws it at daisy and reader tells daisy to go to hell and runs to Coulson crying and Coulson confronts Daisy for making reader cry and Coulson explains to Daisy why reader is overprotective (Reader is Phil Coulson's inhuman/mutant adopted daughter)

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Summary: Actions done in the present stem from mistakes made in the past.

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x female!reader

Warnings: some angst, cursing

Word count: 1136

a/n: thank you everyone for your patience regarding your requests, I’m doing my best to do as many as I can now :)

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

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Daisy paces around the room, her hands crossed over her chest. Y/N is sitting on their bed with a frown on her face. They’ve been fighting for a long time now. It started after a mission, where Y/N pushed Daisy out of harms way, even though she could have handled herself well.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve done this.” Daisy groans, looking at Y/N, who avoids eye contact with her. “It’s annoying.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I can handle myself.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t need you to be sorry!” Her voice is louder now, making Y/N flinch slightly. “I need you to stop being so damn overprotective, I’m not a child that needs saving.”

Y/N stands up to level with Daisy. “I don’t think you are a child, I just don’t want you to get hurt, or..or die!”

“I’m not dying.” Daisy rubs her forehead, closing her eyes tightly. “Yes, there are risks, but this is the job we both signed up to do! And I can’t do that job, if you’re in my way.”

“I know there are risks, but me protecting you is part of the job! We keep each other safe.”

“Oh god.” Daisy groans loudly, throwing her head back. “You just don’t get it!”

“Then explain it to me!”

“I keep trying! I’ve tried and tried, but you just don’t care. You’re literally suffocating me!” Daisy’s hand are flying around the air as she yells. “Maybe this was a mistake!” She points between them. “Maybe we shouldn’t have gotten married.”

Y/N stares at Daisy. Her face fallen and tears threatening to fall down her cheeks. “Go to hell, Daisy.” Pulling off her wedding ring, she throws it in Daisy’s general direction. She runs out of the room, slamming the door shut in the process, and straight to Phil.

She’s full blown sobbing she reaches her adoptive father. “Hey, what happened?” He opens his arms instantly, wrapping his arms around her as she leans against him.

“We fought.” She cries, pressing her face against his shoulder, which quietens her voice even more. “She said that- that maybe our marriage was a mistake.”

“What?” One of Phil’s hands caresses her back, while the other combs through her hair, doing his best to console her. “Why?”

”Because I can’t stop suffocating her.”

Phil frowns, not knowing what to say, so he just continues comforting her until she gets tired. Then he brings Y/N to his room. “Go to sleep, okay? We’ll sort it out later.”

“Okay.” She whispers, flopping down to his bed and pulling the cover completely over her, wanting to hide from the world.

Shutting the lights, Phil leaves the room, closing the door behind him, before walking to what usually is Daisy and Y/N’s shared room. He knocks on the door, stepping inside once she hears a quiet come in from the inside.

Daisy is sitting on the bed, her cheeks red from crying. She tries to smile when she sees Phil coming in, but it doesn’t really look like one. “Hi.” Her voice is hoarse. “You heard?”

“Yeah.” Phil sits next to her.

“I feel awful. I didn’t mean to say it.”

“I know.”

“I just feel like we don’t understand each other.” She lets out a frustrated sigh. “I’m not incapable of taking care of myself.”

Patting Daisy’s leg, Phil looks at her. “Do you know why I adopted Y/N?” Daisy shakes her head, it wasn’t something she and Y/N talked about. “Her parents were SHIELD agents. One day, when Y/N was ten and had already gone through terrigenesis, they had a mission. Just the two of them, no backup. It was supposed to be easy, in and out.”

“What was the mission?”

“To find a cure for Y/N’s inhuman powers. It wasn’t a known thing back then, they thought it was..wrong and something to be cured.” He explains when Daisy grimaces. “They went into an abandoned HYDRA facility, except the intel was wrong. It was swarming with HYDRA agents. And because they had no backup, they were killed during that mission. I was the one to tell Y/N what happened. She blamed herself.”

“And she still does.” Daisy whispers, staring at her hands. “That’s why she’s so protective of the team.”

Phil nods. He watches Daisy wrap her head around the new information. “She doesn’t want anyone to die because she could’ve done more. Which is why she does the most on every single mission.”

“I should go talk to her.” Daisy stares at Y/N’s ring she’s holding and her own wedding ring on her finger. They got married for a reason. “Where is she?”

“In my room.”

“Okay, thank you, AC.” She stands up with a slight smile, ignoring the disapproving look Phil has on his face about the nickname.

Daisy knocks on the door, making herself known before stepping inside. The cover is moving up and down quietly, going with Y/N’s breathing. Sitting down behind her, Daisy sets her hand on Y/N’s shoulder, gently caressing it.

“Dad?” A muffled comes from under the covers.

“It’s me.”

Y/N stretches her neck back to see Daisy sitting there. She doesn’t look angry anymore, just sad. Y/N sits up on the bed, leaning her back against the backboard to put some space between the two.

“I brought your ring back.” Daisy sets the ring to the mattress. Y/N stays quiet. “Our marriage wasn’t a mistake. I’m sorry I said that, and I’m sorry I got angry at you. I was the one who didn’t understand.” Her voice is soft and she keeps eye contact with Y/N, wanting to show her she’s being genuine. “Coulson told me what happened with your parents,” this makes Y/N look away from her, “I shouldn’t have assumed the worst, but now I know.”

They stay quiet. Y/N is staring at the ring laying near her and Daisy is looking at her. Finally, Y/N picks up the ring and slides it back into her ring finger, where it belongs. “It’s okay.” She whispers with a small smile. “We still have a lot to learn, and I’ll try to be less overbearing.”

“Don’t.” Daisy moves to sit right next to Y/N so she can hold her hand. “You do the most during missions and that has saved our asses so many times. Don’t be anything less.”

Y/N leans her head on Daisy’s shoulder. “Okay.”

“I’m also sorry about your parents.”

Letting out a small hum, Y/N nods. Daisy stays quiet after that, noticing she doesn’t want to talk about them anymore. So, she lays her head on top of Y/N’s and puts on a movie, hoping tomorrow’ll be better.

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stinkysam · 7 months

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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.

#male reader #m!reader #deke shaw #deke shaw imagine #deke shaw x male reader #agents of shield #agents of shield imagine #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#agents of shield x male reader

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amelia-mariee · 11 months

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characters calling themselves by their official ship name is my favorite thing in media omg

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samdeancass · 1 year

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Exhausted

Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x reader

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Daisy, Y/N

Description: Y/N has been working overtime lately and hasn’t really had a chance to take time to rest. Daisy picks up on this and decides to take care of them.

You walked through the front door and slammed it closed, sliding down in and cupping your face in your hands. You heard soft footsteps coming towards you and a small smile made its way onto your lips. You felt a pair of arms wrap around you and pull you in.

“Hey, baby. How was your day?” Looking up at Daisy you smiled slightly. “Better now that I’m with you.” She leaned down and pecked your lips before standing up, helping you up with her. “I’ve got a surprise for you. Follow me.” Cocking your head and furrowing your eyebrows, you followed Daisy into the sitting room where that confusion turned to happiness.

Your eyes scanned the room. All of the household chores you had been meaning to do had been done, even better than your standard, and a delicious aroma was wafting in from the kitchen. You followed the scent and found your favourite meal cooking in the oven. Your eyes filled with tears and you turned to Daisy, who was smiling widely at you.

“Thank you so much, Daisy, but you really didn’t need to.” She shook her head and placed a finger to your lips. “You don’t need to thank me. I wanted to do this. I’ve seen you struggling trying to juggle everything on your plate. I just wanted to take some of that stress off. It hurts me to see you struggle and I wanted to help you in some way.”

You wrapped your hands around her neck and brought her in for a kiss, full of passion and love. You couldn’t find the words to tell her how much you appreciate what she’s done for you, so you hope that your actions will speak for you.

You broke apart the kiss and rested your forehead on hers. “I love you, Daisy. What on earth did I do deserve you?” She giggled and placed a hand on your cheek, rubbing her thumb over your bone.

“You are the most thoughtful, loving person I have ever met. You deserve this, more than anyone. Now go upstairs and take a long, hot soak. The bath is already done for you. I don’t want you fussing over anything. Tonight is all about you, no one else.”

You did as you were told and ran up the stairs, stripping off and letting out a sigh of relief as your body melted into the water. The stress of everything melted away as you finally let your body relax and get the rest it needed. You didn’t realise that you had fallen asleep until you felt soft pats on your shoulder.

“Y/N, baby. Wake up. Dinners ready.” Your eyes fluttered open. Daisy was holding out a towel for you to get into and she led you into your shared bedroom where she had laid out your pyjamas. You sat down on the edge of the bed and she helped you get dressed, soothingly stroking your skin. She helped you get into bed before bringing in your dinner on a tray, neatly laid out with a glass of wine and your favourite flowers. You brought her in for a kiss before she grabbed her dinner and got into bed beside you.

You spent the rest of the night cuddled up with each other, watching your favourite movies. This night is just what you needed and you were so thankful that you had someone as amazing as Daisy in your life.

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#daisy johnson #daisy johnson x reader #daisy johnson imagine #daisy johnson fanfiction #marvels agents of SHIELD #Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.#marvel's agents of SHIELD #agents of shield imagine #agents of shield fanfiction #daisy johnson fluff #marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel fluff

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jamiedc-they-them · 9 months

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Healing and time (Platonic)

Daisy finds her younger sister after a heartbreak, and supports her.

Written for my dear friend @emcon-imagines (sending all my love, honey <3)

You hadn’t really left your room, except for work. Everyone gave you space, but did let you know that they were there.

Daisy was worried. Really worried. Sure, she’d had flings before - even Miles - but nothing like what you had. Well, that, and her apparent choices in partners always ended wrong. You were better than her at that. Still, she was getting distracted with her own things. You needed her right no, your older sister.

She knocked on your door. No answer. She tried again. Same thing.

“Y/N? It’s me,” she says, softly but also loud enough for you to hear - your rooms were big after all.

She goes to knock again when your door opens. You look like you can barely stand.

She does a quick look at you, before asking, “you had anything to eat?”

You shake your head, not trusting words at this point in time.

“Ok,” is all she says. Then, “I’ll go get something.”

It takes a bit, but she ends up with food for you both. She opens the - now unlocked - door with her foot, shutting it with it as well. You’re sitting on your bed this time, playing with your fingers and sniffling. Daisy has a sympathetic smile on her face as she looks at you. She puts the food on your table.

“Stop it.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re staring.”

“Ok,” she says again, going to your bed and going under the covers, tapping next to her, “C’mere.”

“It’s my room.”

“And I’m the older sister. Now,” she taps again, but her voice is only gentle, “C’mere.”

You want to say more, but end up doing as Daisy asks and slip in next to her. She pulls you into her arms, “you’re mean.”

“I know,” she chuckles, before kissing your hair, “you’ll get through this,” she says.

“How do you know?”

As she talks, she runs her hand through your hair, “Because I have.”

“I’m not you.” “You’re not,” she agrees, “you’re better.”

“But you’ve always come out the other side of it, ok.”

“Because I went through it over, and over, and over again,” she reminds you, “I don’t want that for you, kid.”

“I don’t know what I want, right now.”

“That’s ok,” she assures, “right now, if anything, I’d say time.”

“How much?”

“As much as you need.”

“What if it’s a while?”

“Then it’s a while,” she says, squeezing you against her, “the pain will become more easy to deal with. But, for now, we deal with it.”

“How?”

“Well, we don’t ignore it. We feel it,” she moves, laying down. You follow her action, the two of you facing each other, “cry, anger; whatever it is you feel, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Sisters for life, remember?”

You smile, despite the tears in your eyes, “yeah,” you say, hooking your pinky finger into hers, “sisters for life.” you then sniff, “is that chocolate?”

Daisy giggles, “Maybe. Special treat for emergencies. Coulson won’t miss it. He shouldn’t have shown me where it was in the first place.”

You giggle as well, “well, what are we waiting for?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” she says, getting up and getting the trays and bringing them over.

You both sit back up, and start eating.

“Thank you. For this.”

“Of course,” she says, ruffling your hair. “Love can be a painful thing sometimes, but it can also be beautiful. You’ll get there. Can’t wait to see it. Until then. I’m staying right here, I promise.”

And she did.

#daisy johnson imagine #daisy johnson x reader #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d imagine #agents of shield imagine #agents of shield headcannon #daisy johnson headcannon #emcon imagines

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agents-of-the-jedi-order · 8 months

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kanera (star wars: rebels) and philinda (agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.) are the same ship and my evidence is thus:

• may and hera are both pilots

• both pairings are the parents of the found family

• they adopt a good-hearted but rebellious young person in the first episode

• said young person has special powers

• and is parentless

• may and hera both take on more leadership after the passing of their loved one

• we nEVER HEAR COULSON OR KANAN SAY "I LOVE YOU" ONSCREEN

• ONLY MAY AND HERA

• both ships broke my heart

#apparently i have a type #and that type is the saddest ships imaginable #let me know if there are any other similarities #philinda #melinda may #phil coulson #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#agents of shield #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #kanera #star wars rebels #star wars

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fandomnerd9602 · 4 months

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Daisy: my mission is to take you out-

Y/N: you’re gonna kill me?! Baby I thought you loved me!

Daisy: I do love you! I meant on a date

Y/N: oh…great! I was worried that I’d die via your abilities

Daisy: the only thing that’ll be rocking tonight will be your bed (winks)

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #skye #skye x reader #daisy Johnson #daisy johnson x reader #quake #quake x reader #agents of shield #chloe bennet #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.

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lokigodofaces · 5 months

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Hunter: I'm a piece of trash. Bobbi: As someone who cares deeply about the environment, I am obligated to pick you up. Is 7pm okay? Mack, a short distance away: Smoooooth

#this is around when they first meet #how bobbi asked for the first date #that's what i'm imagining as i make this #quote stolen from lots of incorrect quotes #lance hunter #bobbi morse #alphonso mackenzie #huntingbird #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. (2013 2020)#hiatus: até logo

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captainsophiestark · 7 months

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Ragtag

Grant Ward x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Marvel

Day 1 Prompt: "It's not too late, let's go."

Summary: The scene with FitzSimmons and Garrett on the Bus at the end of Season 1 if, instead of FitzSimmons, Grant had found and captured his long-time best friend, partner, and girlfriend.

Word Count: 4,158

Category: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of abuse. No depictions of it, but the mention/realization that a character has been abused in the past, while staring at/standing in the same hallway as the abuser.

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

This had to be a nightmare.

With each step I took, one foot in front of the other, I willed myself to wake up, to realize everything had just been a bad dream. And with each step, I was forced closer to the realization that my situation was heartbreakingly, terrifyingly real.

The past week, I'd had a line of similar thoughts, hoping and praying that the fall of SHIELD and the betrayal of my best friend and boyfriend, Grant Ward, had been some insane fever dream. That I'd wake up in the med pod on the Bus, the team happy to see me awake, and that I'd realize everything had been some horrible concoction of my imagination instead. But just like now, I'd been forced to come to terms with the fact that I was wide awake.

First, I thought the nightmare was Hydra's infiltration. Then it became Garrett, Grant's mentor and basically surrogate father, being a traitor. Then it was discovering Grant was a traitor. Now, it had reached a whole new level, as Grant frog-marched me toward the Bus that he and Garrett had taken over, my hands tied behind my back and his gun forcing me to keep moving forward.

"Grant... what are you doing?" I breathed, trying to keep the tears out of my voice as we neared the ramp of the plane. Garrett had taken things over in the name of Hydra, and he clearly had some hold over my boyfriend. Every step towards that ramp lowered my odds of making it through this.

"We can't have SHIELD following us, that's all," he said. He kept his voice level, trying to convince me he was being reasonable, like I'd heard him do with our enemies on missions countless times before. I shook my head.

"You are SHIELD, Grant," I said. "Please, please remember that."

His grip tightened slightly on my forearm as he led me to the base of the ramp, a comforting squeeze more than anything threatening. A week ago, it would've put me at ease.

"I'm not the man you think I am," he muttered. I sighed heavily through my nose, a little bit of irritation finally flaring up.

"I know you better than anybody else on earth, apparently including you," I huffed. Grant didn't respond.

As soon as we entered the garage bay, where Lola used to sit, Grant and I were flanked by three other agents, who followed us up the stairs. Grant moved ahead, leading me through the physically wrecked and shattered hallways of the plane we'd spent a few, blissful months calling home, and my heart squeezed tight in my chest. How had everything gone so wrong?

"Here she is, sir," he said, and a second later I saw John Garrett's stupid, shitty face staring back at me. I narrowed my eyes and scowled, unable to contain my hate and anger enough to keep a neutral expression.

"What's the matter?" he asked, his tone light and teasing in a way that made my blood boil. "Cat got your tongue?"

"Maybe I've just got nothing to say to you," I replied. He had the nerve to laugh.

"Well, that's fine then. I don't know that I have much to say to you either, especially now that you're here. Thanks to Ward, you won't be much of a problem for me anymore."

Over Garrett's shoulder, I saw Grant's expression flicker and shutter. Like a kicked dog, caught between someone he loved and someone who scared him. An anger I'd only ever felt when our enemies threatened Grant welled up in my chest.

In my entire, almost fifteen-year career at SHIELD, I had managed to get through it without killing anyone. Ever. Even before I had the Icer to knock enemies out instead of shooting them the old-fashioned way, I'd made a point of using non-lethal force. It mattered to me; it felt important to find a way to do my job without killing people in the process.

Grant had never had the same reservations. It didn't bother me, and although we'd talked about it once or twice, I'd never expected him to take up my same system when we'd been partnered on missions, when we'd become good friends, or when we'd started dating. Time and again, he'd gone to the mat for me, tearing apart anyone that existed as a threat to me with a force I'd never have imagined using.

For the first time in our lives, in our decade and a half of friendship, the tables had turned.

Thanks to the rest of Coulson's team, I knew John Garrett had significant organ failure. A Cybertek device in his chest was the only thing still keeping him alive. He'd abused Grant for longer than I'd known him, and for the first time, I could see clearly how it affected Grant, in real time. For both our sakes, I couldn't let this go on any longer. I didn't know if it would kill him, and I still hoped it wouldn't, but for the first time I didn't care enough to make sure it wouldn't. I needed to get away from Garrett, and more importantly, I needed to get Grant away from Garrett. Even if it was for just a few minutes.

The Bus's engines whirled outside, and I felt us lift off the ground. An added complication, for sure, but not enough to change the plan I'd just formed in my head. I took a deep breath in and out, steadying my heartbeat and readying myself for the action ahead, like Grant had taught me years and years ago. Then, I jumped as high as I could, bringing my handcuffed hands under my feet and around to the front of my body as I did. Before anybody could register my movement, I darted forward and struck Garrett in the chest as hard as I could, putting all my weight and momentum behind both of my hands.

Garrett went down like a sack of bricks. He doubled over, gripping his middle as he groaned. I brought my knee up and hit him again before anybody could stop me, and then I took off running through the familiar passages of the jet that I used to call home.

"Garrett!" I heard Grant cry, distress in his voice that sent a pang running through my chest. I ducked around a corner at the sound of thundering footsteps behind me, and soon the agents that'd followed Grant and I from the minute we set foot on the Bus came rushing into the small common area in front of all our bunks, one room over from Garrett and Grant.

I heard shouting from the other room, and Grant's voice faded as he told Garrett to wait just a second. I tried to keep a piece of my attention focused on that while I engaged the three agents who'd decided to chase me. Even with my hands tied, they weren't much of a match for me.

I wrapped my arms around the neck of the one who'd come in last, using him as a human shield against his friends as I held him in the sleeper hold.

One by one, I worked through my three assailants, until they were each unconscious on the ground. As soon as the last one was down, I paused to tune back in to the goings-on in the other room, and heard Grant's voice as he assured Garrett that he would live. Apparently Cybertek was preparing to treat him in Miami.

I made the quick decision that I had enough time to make sure these three wouldn't continue to be a problem, so I dragged them into my old bunk (right next to Grant's) and then wedged a loose piece of the dining table's structure into the door so it couldn't open again. It likely wouldn't hold them for very long, but it was better than nothing. I took a few extra seconds to wrestle out of my handcuffs, my mind working as I did.

With Garrett and his three goons incapacitated, I had decent hope of getting Grant alone. I heard Raina, an inhuman we'd been struggling with, promising to stay in the room with Garrett and keep him safe. And then, I heard Garrett's voice hissing at Grant, barely above an ugly whisper.

"I need you to put her down."

I straightened, hands on my hips as my handcuffs finally dropped from my wrists, and frowned. There was no mistaking what he meant, but I couldn't imagine he actually thought he'd get very far ordering Grant to kill me.

"What?" Grant's voice, barely louder than Garrett's. I shifted a little closer to the doorway to hear better. "No. There's plenty of time. I won't leave you."

"And I'm telling you to cross her off for me. It's not a weakness, is it?"

The silence seemed to stretch for years. Then, finally, Grant's voice:

"No."

I turned on my heel and ran.

The nightmare continued, apparently, as the man who'd saved my life more times than I could count anymore had apparently just agreed to be my murderer. I couldn't believe he'd actually go through with it, but I also couldn't believe he'd entertain Garrett to this point. I couldn't take any risks, not now.

I slid down the ladder between the sleeping compartment and the cockpit, landing in the maze of pods in the hull just as I heard heavy footsteps overhead. My heart started racing in my chest, a fear like I'd never felt in all my near-death experiences at SHIELD gripping my chest.

Grant wouldn't actually kill me, would he?

I darted between the pods, and just like in a horror movie, I heard Grant's voice call out my name from behind me. I sped up, finally ducking into one of the pods and locking it behind me as I heard his footsteps closing in. My hand slammed on the locking device and it turned from green to red just in time. A second later, Grant appeared before me, his hand on the glass separating us.

"Open the door," he said, his eyes locked on mine. I could only see one of his hands, and my heart raced in my chest as I realized the other was likely level with his hip. I took an involuntary step backward.

"Grant... you're scaring me," I breathed, tears at last rising to the surface and threatening to fall. I'd fought them back once, but this time, I didn't think I'd be able to.

"Y/N, just open the door."

"No. I heard what you said, I heard what Garrett said. You... you wouldn't actually kill me. Would you?"

He grimaced, his jaw setting in the expression I recognized as him dealing with something he DID NOT want to deal with. My heart broke a little more in my chest.

"Just open the door."

"No! Grant, are you kidding me?" The tears were coming now, streaming down my cheeks, and I stepped towards Grant again, pressing up against the glass to get as close to him as possible. "I love you! You're my best friend, you're my partner! You're supposed to have my back through anything! I... I'd started daydreaming about marrying you! About the two of us, having the SHIELD careers recruits would be hearing about for the rest of time, before finally retiring somewhere nice together. Every time I thought about my future, Grant, you were in it... and now I might not have a future because of you? Are you kidding me?"

His expression flickered, and he couldn't keep some sadness and regret off his face when he looked at me through the glass this time. The tiniest spark of hope fluttered in my chest. If he felt bad, maybe I could still talk him off the ledge. Maybe I didn't have to lose the love of my life.

"I'm sorry. I tried to tell you... I'm a bad man. I'm not the man you thought you fell in love with."

"Bullshit!" I cried, slamming my fist into the glass in front of me. Grant jumped a little, surprise registering on his face. "You are exactly who I think you are. I know you, Grant, I've spent the last fifteen years of my life with you. Garrett may think he knows you, but he's wrong. He knows who he wants you to be. But I know who you actually are."

"You don't-"

"The sugary, caramely coffee drinks you secretly love but refuse to let anybody else but me know you drink?" I said, interrupting him with a hand on my hip, my eyes locked on his. "How invested you got in The Circle when I made you watch it on Netflix? All the time we spent planning what our strategy would be if we ever went on the show together?"

He grimaced, but I didn't give him a second to respond.

"The face mask you did with me that you loved, and all the stupid pictures we took together with the masks on? Your aggressive hatred of the Patriots even though you're from Massachusetts? The fact that you sleep best with a sleep mask, and that you have to take your socks off right before you get under the covers? Not a moment before, and definitely not after? All of that shared history, all of those things we've shared and that I've gotten to see, and you think I don't know you?"

Grant just stared at me, looking at a loss for words. I let mine hang in the air for a minute, then continued.

"I highly doubt John Garrett could list even one of those things. And those little things that you do every day, that you can't fake? That's you Grant. I know you. I know you've saved me more times than I can even count, from the demons in the real world and the ones inside my own head. So I get that Garrett's got you believing you're some kind of secret evil supervillain, but I know enough to know how ridiculous that is. You're the best man I've ever met, Grant. Please, believe me over that piece of shit upstairs that never cared enough to know the real you."

Grant still didn't speak for a few long moments, but this time, I just let the silence hang. I held his gaze, the tears having finally stopped. I didn't wipe away the remnants as they slowly dried on my face. Finally, Grant sighed, breaking eye contact to look down at the ground before returning his stare to me.

"And how exactly do you see this going?" he asked, his voice low. He'd leaned in a little, like we were co-conspirators, and I swear I felt a weight lift off my chest. The glimmer of hope had turned into a full light. "What do you expect to happen next, after all this? Don't tell me you still see a happy ending, with us retiring after full careers at SHIELD."

I sighed through my nose and rolled my eyes up to the ceiling, before fixing Grant with a look. He raised his eyebrows, and I had to fight back a laugh, mostly at the relief for that small moment of our relationship back to normal.

"Well, no, I don't think that's in the cards anymore," I deadpanned. "But the only important part of my vision of the future has been you, Grant. I don't care if we get mentioned in SHIELD classes years from now or if we're labeled as failures, examples of what not to do. All that matters to me is you."

He stared at me for a few more long, silent moments. For most people, he would've been unreadable, but I recognized the slightly-wider eyes, the deer-in-headlights look he got whenever I admitted big feelings that he didn't expect me to share. It was a good sign, and when he swallowed and cleared his throat, his expression had all of the grim defeat gone, replaced instead by a shaky hope.

"So what are you suggesting?"

"I'm suggesting we run," I said simply. "It's not too late, let's go. Let's ditch it all, and go somewhere we can start a new life together. Screw Garrett, screw SHIELD, screw Hydra. All that matters is you and me."

Grant stared at me like he didn't believe I was real. Slowly, swallowing heavy again, he nodded. I raised my eyebrows and smiled.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he finally managed, nodding again, more sure this time. "Yeah, let's do that. You're... you're all that matters to me, too."

My small smile broke into a full-on grin, and at last, I hit the lock on the door. I slid it open the moment the lock flashed green, darting forward to close the space between me and Grant and wrapping him in a bone-crushing hug. I buried my face in his chest, and after a moment, he wrapped his arms around me in return.

"Well. I guess she was a weakness."

Grant and I's heads snapped up in unison to find John Garrett standing just down the hallway from us. I narrowed my eyes. Of course he'd picked this moment to show up.

Grant stiffened under my arms, and I could feel the stress radiating off of him. Garrett took a small step towards us, but I didn't dare move, lest Grant feel anymore trapped than he already did. Besides, holding him tight in a hug we'd shared during and after a thousand traumatic experiences felt like the best leg up on Garrett I could get.

"Agent Ward, I didn't train you to be a pushover. I trained you to be a man who could go in and do the job that needed to be done," said Garrett. "It's not too late. You don't want to disappoint me, son."

At the same time Garrett's words washed over Grant, he took another step closer, and his hand flexed at his side. Grant flinched under me, and I saw red.

In almost fifteen years, Grant had never flinched. Not like this. When something came flying at his face? Sure. When an especially good jump scare happened in a horror movie and he tried to hide how badly it had scared him? Always. But when someone stood apart from us, subtly threatening him? Never. Not once.

Garrett had clearly manipulated him, badly. I knew that. Throughout the course of this interaction, I'd assumed Garrett had crossed the line into mental abuse, too. But now, I realized it had gone even further. To mental and physical abuse. Garrett had hit Grant enough after Grant "failed" him, that my boyfriend, who'd stared down some of the scariest people in the world without fear, stood next to me trembling, caught between a rock and a hard place.

"Think things through here, Ward," said Garrett, continuing his slow walk towards us. "Either you kill her, or I do. Weaknesses are unacceptable, especially now that we've come out of the shadows. A happy ending doesn't exist to this love story that came from your lies at SHIELD. So don't be stupid, son. Don't make this worse on yourself than it has to be-"

My hand moved before my brain actually registered what I was doing. I grabbed the gun out of the holster at Grant's waist, the one I thought he might've decided to use on me only about ten minutes ago, and I levelled it at Garrett. I was aware enough to realize this wasn't an Icer; this had the ability to do lethal damage. And for the first time ever, I decided I didn't care. I shot John Garrett in the chest, twice. He dropped to his knees, the life quickly fading out of him, leaving a crumpled heap on the floor.

The gun fell out of my hand and clattered to the ground, my hands were shaking so bad. I dropped to my knees, a wave roaring in my ears as I stared at Garrett's dead body. Vaguely, I registered tears streaming down my face. What had I just done?

A second later, Grant dropped next to me. His arm wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me to him. Not only had I just killed someone, I'd killed someone important to Grant. In front of him. His abuser, yes, but that wouldn't make it much easier to watch the man he thought saved him die before his eyes.

"Grant... I'm so sorry," I breathed, the words coming out broken around sobs and gulps for air. I shook my head and buried it into his shoulder, the reality of everything washing over me again and again, like waves pounding into the shore. "I can't believe... I just killed someone. I'm so sorry, I... I've always found another way. Always. All life is precious and important, but he was just so rotten- And he was hurting you- I'm so sorry."

I broke, words failing me as I shook, sobbing, head buried in Grant's chest. He wrapped his other arm around me and held me tight, which only made me feel worse. We stayed like that for a few moments, until I finally got a hold of myself enough to look at him. His eyes remained on Garrett's broken form, and it felt like a punch to the gut.

"Grant... how can you be comforting me right now? After what I did to someone you care about, I-"

I broke off again, the words turning into choked sobs as I ducked my head back into his chest. I squeezed my eyes tight, waiting for Grant to come to his senses enough to pull away. Instead, he sighed, and pulled me closer.

"Come on, is that even a real question?" he asked, his words as shaky as both of us combined. "The same way you forgave me for everything I did. I love you. And... if you, of all people, decided the right decision was to shoot John Garrett? ...Well, I don't know. Maybe he was having a worse impact on me than I realized."

I cried harder at that, relief and sadness and a thousand other emotions that had been warring in my chest all day coming together to be processed as one. After a few moments, I felt Grant's shaky breathing and a few drops of wetness on the top of my head as he cried silently with me. Grief for a lot of things gripped us both, but at least we could cling to each other.

A few long minutes later, we finally pulled apart and helped each other to stand. We were both still shaking, and I did my best to stand between Grant and Garrett's body. It felt wrong to keep my back to Garrett, to let myself avoid facing what I'd done, but I just couldn't make myself do it.

Wordlessly, we wandered back up to the main level of the Bus. Raina still waited here somewhere, but we didn't see her, and we didn't seek her out as we headed for the cockpit. With a few looks, we both knew exactly what we wanted and needed to do. I held Grant's hand tight in my own as we had the Quinjet set down immediately, in the middle of a field in Oklahoma. Neither of us wanted to be on board a second longer.

We walked out of the cockpit and towards the ramp in the back, avoiding any of the cargo bay where so much had happened. We found Raina in the living room, but she didn't try to stop us. Hand in hand, Grant and I walked off the ramp and out into the field. A moment later, the plane took off again, continuing on its original course and leaving us behind.

Grant tugged me closer to him and wrapped an arm around me, and we leaned on each other as the plane disappeared into the sky. Both of us still shook a little, and we were each the only thing keeping the other standing. After a minute, once the plane completely disappeared from sight, Grant spoke in a quiet voice.

"So... what do we do now?"

"...I guess we just start walking."

I looked up at him and our eyes connected for a few moments, holding each other's stares and trying to promise the other that everything would be okay. With Garrett gone, now more than ever, there was nothing stopping us from leaving all the hurt and bad memories behind, and starting over somewhere new. With any luck, Raina would tell people we were dead along with John Garrett, and that would be the end of our involvement with SHIELD and Hydra.

For now, though, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the man standing beside me as we turned, our backs to the plane and its path, and started walking towards our new future, hand in hand and one foot in front of the other.

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