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The truth hurts, doesn’t it? | Agents Of SHIELD Fanfic

Summary: Everything good must have been an interesting lie underneath it all, waiting to be uncovered, but the question is how will you take it?

Pairing: Grant Ward x OC, Grant Ward & Amelia Parker (WardParker)

Setting: Captain America The Winter Solider and Agents Of SHIELD season 1

Spoilers for Agents Of SHIELD 1x17–1x20

Warning: Blood, mentions of anxiety, heartbreak, a bit of manipulation, betrayal

Characters mentioned: Nikolai, Marlene, Melissa, Coulson, Fury, May, Skye, Fitzsimmons, Tripp and The Young Avengers

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It felt like madness. The air was thick and colder than they would’ve liked. The team was tired, confused and more or less worried. Trying to figure out what to do next and how to stick together while doing so. There were some agents coming in and out of the bunker, they were even set underneath an lie detector and all passed with flying colors.

The cell service was better than expect, they had food, water, and shelter that’s what matters.

It was a late afternoon when it happened.

Practically night.

Everyone was doing their own thing. Some were trying to rest like Fitz and Jemma, some were on computers doing research such as Skye, and others were training themselves for the bigger fight near the locker area.

Amelia felt on edge, these last few weeks it was like a nervous twitch creeping up on her waiting to snap. She wasn’t thinking straight about anything, as far as they knew Fury is dead. Hell, she wasn’t sure if Nikolai, Marlene, or Melissa were fully aware of the situation in place, even though she sent an critical message to them.

She knew that none of the young avengers or adults one had any clue about what exactly was happening, due to the truth of Coulson’s death was kept from most of them. But HYDRA creeping around wasn’t something truly hidden per say…

Sometimes she felt like it was this shivering headache that reached from the back of her neck toward the front of her forehead. This whole situation bothered her to the inch of her bones, this chilling adventure she didn’t remember signing up for in the first place.

Maybe she needed a nap? Watch a video to relax her mind? Hell, splash some water crossed her face to try and clear her head?

Walking past the supply room, she left oddly enough weary like she was missing something. It was just her anxiety seeping itself, as she thought. An odd feeling recklessly filled the rest of the area, as she scurried into one of the restrooms.

Closing the door behind her, she let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Her joints hurt, twisting themselves into her shoulders as she rested her arms against the bathroom sink. Her vision went blurry for a moment, her back arched froward as she unzipped her jacket to breathe and roll up her sleeves.

She turned on the knobs as she splashed some cold water on her face, wiping her eyes browns and rubbed her eyelids facing the mirror for a quick second. She mumbled a few things to herself, wishing she was back on the bus with her friends like nothing happened, but she knew it couldn’t do a blasted thing about it. She grabbed an towel to dry her face, as she wiped her face out of the corner of her eye she noticed something that set her off.

An automatic sliding painting that was supposed to set to afternoon, was lowing a hushed flickering light. She clenched the towel against her fist stepping forward to notice an dagger, a small knife, stabbed into the edge of the painting. It was waiting to bent over and break, there was a hatch breathe in Amelia’s throat as she removed it from the placing.

The painting slid upwards to display a horrific glint of flickering lights as the slashing words ran across the screen. The sunset frame brushed against the wording in deep gashes.

Amelia blinked, gasping a shaky breath that catches in her throat. She shakes her head at the wording in disbelief, as if she couldn’t do anything but freeze. Her fingernails were pressed so hard against her palm, she would’ve drawn blood.

“N-no..” She mumbled underneath her breath, “..no, no..no!”

Suddenly her voice became so small, her eyes waters and her mouth went dry. The denial sinks in so fast, she stumbled back hesitant to run her fingers across the painting.

“It’s not him..” She muttered softly accidentally dropping the towel on the floor, unable to breathe once again and laced in shock.

Ward Is Hydra.

The words ran by her eyesight in pure shock. She thought it was a trick, some sort of joke being made to use her own wits against the team. Amelia heard people saying that Coulson or May might be Hydra, that even one of their agents might play a game to see who’s loyal or not.

Someone knew about this before her, but they couldn’t. They all passes every single test with—

An loud noise startled Amelia, hands of her hips as she ran her hands above her waistline stumbling out of the room shaking her head taking another glance at the sign. She practically slid down the hallway, tripped over her steps stopped inside one of the supply closets to find Jemma racing out of the room at the same time as she entered.

She narrowed her vision in confusion, sending a odd look to her teammates. They were field agents but also scientists and technicians who weren’t used to this whole thing, so it was understandable if they was uneasy with whatever they saw. But it couldn’t be that bad, right?

Wrong!

The moment she wiped her head inside the room, the sight would’ve had her screaming if it weren’t for her biting her buttons lip and gripping the doorknob. There was a blush of heated dripping liquid slowly hitting the floor from above, as her gaze followed it towards the red drops, her eyes widened.

Blood from a fellow agent, laying dead against the ceiling and high shelves. Their eyes were closed, killed in the late hours of the afternoon in a dark supply closet. Amelia was left in utter tears, silence and shockingly loud noise ringing in her heads. She felt hurt and heavy, wonder where the hell is the rest of the team.

Amelia felt like she might throw up, fumbling with her pocket trying to reach her phone as her other hand cover her mouth. She tried reaching Nikolai and no response, Marlene and no response and even Melissa had no single response. There was a mole in the bunker.

Skye was still upstairs doing research, as Amelia raced upstairs to face her as she whisper yelled, “Skye! What do you know?”

She looked up with a gasping glare, “I’m guessing you know?”

“Yes! And it’s not him..it can’t be him!”

“You don’t know that..Ward has lied to us, Amelia..he’s Hydra.”

“He lied to the team! But I have known that man for 4 years, Skye! 4 years!”

“You think I like this?! I fell for the man, I kissed him..I still think I love him..”

“Oh god..okay, maybe this is just a game right? Ward treats us different, something’s not right..”

“…you still feel like you love him, don’t you?”

“Well the truth hurts, doesn’t it Skye? We just gotta play along.”

“I’m already doing that, I feel hurt Amelia. But I’m gonna follow Ward, see what’s going on in his head and if something happens.”

“Okay, yeah..okay. I’ll try to see who I can contact and prepare for whatever Ward thinks he might pull..”

There was an unspoken sense of urgency in their eyes. Grant Ward is Hydra but that concern and confusion hurt both of their feelings.

Mainly Amelia’s heart.

It felt like the five stages of grief, sadness and anxiety was rushing across her veins. She felt alone, betrayed and abandoned, even though she wasn’t, it felt that way.

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The next 48 hours was a world wind..

So many things happened, from unexpected agents trying ambushing the bunker and buildings to the news about some of their fellow agents dying protecting the property of SHIELD. No one knew who was right or wronged here, who’s good and who’s bad. Fitz and Simmons were off doing their own thing for Coulson, May have gone with a couple of glares, Tripp rushed off to get extra stuff, and John Garrets got into a fight with Coulson.

Hell, Skye was sharing a few short moments with Ward himself.

Honestly Amelia felt bad for Skye, she knew she felt deeply for Ward since their chemistry climbed upon the time they all spend together on the plane. She also knew Grant felt some very similar feelings for her, as he was teased about it from the team.

She was still trying to contact her friends but nothing came up, tears rising to be released. She felt nauseous, a little numb and bruised. As if she was in the middle of a hot flash.

Currently, she sat nearby couch of a decently small room with her head in her hands, tiredly sighing. The door gently opened as in came the man of the hour, noticing her downing look as he looked at the girl in concern.

He sat down beside her, leaning against one of the chairs and asked, “Sweetheart..are you okay?”

“Hm?” She replied, peeking in between her hands to look at him.

“What happened?”

“You really asking me that?”

He scoffed, “Yeah, I know what’s happening. I wish it wasn’t like this but we can’t do anything about it.”

“It feels like I’m being caught in a horror movie.” She added.

“What? Like Scream? Who’s the killer?”

“One of our agents..we don’t know who’s on our side or not.”

“More like multiple agents, you don’t know who is really involved in SHIELD or HYDRA. You probably think I can’t be trusted, Ames.”

“Ward, honey, I trust you. I do. But the question is, will you actually be telling me the truth or not..”

“I alway try to tell you the truth, even if it hurts.”

At that moment, she removed her hands from her face and turned to face him, “Oh really?”

He straightened his shoulders seeing the look on her face as he sighed, “Amelia, are you seriously asking me that?”

“Grant, you lied to me before about missions to keep me and the team safe. You could be lying to me right now.”

“And you lied to me more than once to keep me in the loop. I’m being honest here. Do you trust me?”

“Do you trust enough to tell me the truth?”

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And there it was again. The line that has been repeatedly said by one another the moment they trained, to the times the group was on the road for missions. Even in moments of daring action, where it might result in something serious or stupid.

The glances, the nods, the smiles or smirks, the pointing and the questions..

Do you trust me?

It hurts how much those words carried so much, such as a heavyweight question to them.

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They both sat there in silence. The silence was so loud, it was painful to even notice the smell of their perfume and cologne that filled the room. Ward could see the oddly wave of emotions that washed over her face, it honestly felt like he was ripping her heart out of her chest.

He hated seeing her upset, it’s why Grant practically took a beating from his boss, Garret, when the man told him how soft he gets around the people he cared for. And he won’t admit it but it’s true. Deep down he cared about Amelia, Daisy, Fitz and Jemma. He respected Coulson and May. Especially with how much time he spent with the team was placed into.

“Do you trust us? Did you even love me?” Said a small broken voice that belonged to Amelia, looking down at her hands, her fingers were laced with cuts and small gashes.

“Oh my god, Ames..” He replied, standing up as he went to sit down next to her grabbing her hand gently, “..of course, I trust you. You know I love you, I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you if it meant you would feel like this.”

“I’ve known you for 4 years Grant. 4 years, I have stood by your side fighting on the ground and the skies to make sure everyone was safe, to come home safe and sound. As a team and now..”

“4 years and I don’t regret anything, none of our time together. I can explain whatever it is that is crossing your mind.”

She knows. He knows.

Amelia wiped her head over to see him and asked, “Can you?! Can you look me in the eye and tell me you are on the same team?”

“You weren’t meant to get hurt! You and I were always on the same team, don’t you dare think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you!” Grant replied yelling, hesitant to let her hand go.

“I swear, you weren’t even on the same team to beginning with! You were loyal to HYDRA.”

“No. I wasn’t ever loyal to HYDRA, if anything I would say I’m loyal to Garret.”

“You killed people.”

“And you haven’t?”

“I..”

“The last few days you have shot down unexpected agents, not knowing if they were on your side or not. You and I are just trying to protect ourselves here! That’s all what we’re trying to do.”

“Were you ever gonna tell me?”

“Of course I was. Garret wanted you dead! I couldn’t let that happen! I’m trying to protect you here, I was just trying to protect all of us.”

“By keeping this secret from me? I know you are never one to talk about how you feel, but this..this should’ve been something you should’ve told me..”

“And have you act like this towards me? I told you years ago, I’m not a good man, Ames..and yet you stood by me. You and Skye decided to stay beside me no matter how bad it got.”

“And I said ‘yes you are.’ But right now, i just can’t imagine what I should and shouldn’t believe here. Was I pawned in your little lie, huh? Was I?”

At some point both of them were standing up, pacing the room grunting and groaning in annoyance. The room felt like it was heating up due to the argument that forming between them.

Tears were forever forming in her eyesight, running her fingers across her hair as her eyebrows furrowed as her glares softened. She was hurt, she more than hurt and her emotions were breaking in front of her. Tears that being hold back for more than 48 hours finally were getting to see the light of day.

He sighed deeply, wishing he didn’t see those tears, knowing that he will have to deal with Skye later on but this, he looked away from. His hands rested on his hips shaking his head, his anger was rising and his annoyance was taking form. This wasn’t the plan, she wasn’t supposed to get hurt. It wasn’t supposed to be personal for any of them.

“No. You weren’t ever part of the plan nor a pawn, Ames. Believe me, I didn’t expect you to come into my life and change things up!” Grant admitted closing his eyes shut, “It’s over. It’s done, i can’t do anything about it. For once in my life I wanted something that was for me, not Garret giving me orders here! And you came in, yes I lied to you but it wasn’t personal..I swear it wasn’t!”

“Oh, but i think it was! Please, Grant I’m begging you..you’re living a double life here! Getting so close, yet so far to people. I didn’t expect for you to come into my life but you did!” She admitted, “..you were..you lied to me. You lied to me. Don’t hurt Skye, more you than probably are already.”

“I won’t regret getting here and I won’t think about hurting Skye. But Ames, someday you will understand what i have gone through to keep you safe because I love you..”

“So why does it hurt so bad? What are you gonna do next? Lock me up in here? Because your definition of keeping me safe from it all sounds like a hell lot of lies..why?”

“Everything i ever felt for you was real, don’t you get it?! But I won’t betray Garret..”

“..because me and the team woke up a weakness inside of you. I..i don’t know what to think, or believe right now, alright?! I..i..”

Amelia felt weak, not like an agent of shield or anything. Just hurt, broken, betrayed as she crumbled underneath her feet about to walk away.

That was when Ward gently swiftly her back in effort to calm her down as she tried fighting back.

She tried pulling away, hitting him in the chest as hard as she could, causing him to stumble back regaining his stance. Grant just held her in his arms, grabbing her wrist as she repeatedly kept hitting his chest.

“Stop! Stop it, Ames!” Ward said, practically growled at her, “You’re embarrassing yourself here. I won’t kill you or our team, i promise!”

“You promise?” She said, mumbling and stopped hitting his chest, resting her forehead against his chest instead.

“I promise. You can tell them or shout it from the rooftops, but HYDRA is already here.”

“I failed..you failed me, Grant. HYDRA is here..oh god, there’s nothing else to say.”

“I know, baby. I know..”

She just cried into his arms, banging her fist softly again his best. He wrapped kept his embrace tightly, closing his eyes and kissed her forehead before walking away.

“W-where you going?” She asked.

“It’s for your own good, Ames.” He replied.

Without a second later, Grant speeded away out the door, locking the door behind him as you can hear Amelia screams and shouted trying to unlock it. He squeezed his eyes shut and made his out of the hallway.

Amelia grunted realized what he was about to do and scrambled to search for her phone, quickly she texted Skye a message.

‘He’s coming to you.’ She messaged

She responded, ‘On it. You okay?’

‘Will be..’

‘Okay.’

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Amelia Parker was on the verge of tears once again, anger filling up her mind and conflicted onto what was happening next.

Her next move was informing Coulson, Hill and whoever else was online about what she knows from her research. At the same time, she tried finding a way out, possibly crawling across the vent.

“T-this is agent..Amelia Parker..we found one of the moles, Hydra is dead set of seeking into whatever corner they can. Garret is one of leaders, i don’t know who’s his boss but we need extra weapons, load up the power grids at every SHIELD Facility we can. You should know that Project Insight is part of it. Keep a-any updates coming from any scanners and detectors available. And most importantly, watch your six, you..you don’t know who is your friend or foe..” She said into her voicemail, messaging anyone on her contact list.

She knew that her voice message may have come out choppy or a bit rushed per say due to the sound of her voice, but it was all she can mange at the moment. It sounds like she was exhausted and most likely finished crying before starting that message.

She was practically locked in a bunker in what feels like the middle of nowhere, with not the best service but it manageable if you knew how to handle some technical problems. She just found out that the organization, she has been working for has a lot of issues and the people she thought she knew had more secrets than she ever expected…

Of course she was a mess!

Her only hopes were that she can get out here soon, and her message was sent out to her friends and fellow actual agents. Oh heavens, did she hope her friends and loved ones were safe..

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toomanyfandomsimfanvergent · 1 year

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Lincoln Campbell x Reader

Summary: Lincoln comes home drunk, again, which leads to an argument.

Warnings/Tags: Lincoln Hunter x Reader, Angst with a happy ending, female!reader, alcohol is mentioned, Lincoln is drunk for part of the story, arguing

A/N: Requests are open! Feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

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It was half past three in the morning. Lincoln was no where to be seen. You had called him over a dozen times over the past few hours. Left countless texts and voicemails. He hadn't responded or done anything to let you know he was alive, not in a ditch somewhere. Or worse.

A loud bang outside made you jump as you made your way to investigate. After opening the curtains and looking outside, you see Lincoln's figure stumbling over his feet, fumbling with his keys.

He was drunk. Of course he was.

You sigh and unlock the door before opening it for him. He stumbles into the house and you can smell the stench of Vodka on him.

"You could of called," you scoff at him. He had no right to play with your feelings like this. You didn't know how much longer you could handle it.

"God, why are you so controlling?" He half slurred. You could see little sparks of light dancing around his palms.

"I'm not controlling Lincoln, I just want to know you're safe when you come home five hours late," you say.

You didn't think you were controlling. You didn't care if Lincoln wanted to go out without you. You just wanted to know he was safe. Especially when he swears to be home at a certain time and is hours late.

God knows what could of happened to him. He could of been found out and experimented on. You might not of ever seen him again, with no explanation as to what happened.

"You always expect me to let you know every little thing I do!" He yells. God, his anger was the main strain of your relationship. Any time he was drunk he would bitch about every little thing.

"Fine. If that's how you feel I'm not going to sit here and argue. I'm going to leave," you say calmly before going to pack enough for a night or two. Maybe more.

All you knew was that you couldn't deal with this anymore. You couldn't handle his temper, or his drinking.

You heard Lincoln saying some form of apology but you ignored him as you finished packing your bad and left the house. You didn't hear the door open to follow you.

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It had been one week. One week since Lincoln made the biggest mistake of his life. Since then he had been sober. One week sober wasn't much, but it was better than one day or being drunk.

He walked up to your apartment. The one you had rented out for the month. Lincoln didn't think he had upset you that much. But then again, he was to drunk that might to remember much.

He knocked on the door and your tear stained face greeted him before trying to slam the door. He stuck his foot out to stop it. He had one chance.

"I told you Lincoln-" he didn't let you finished the sentence before his apology poured out.

"I'm so sorry. I stopped drinking. I'll stop forever if it means I can get you back. I swear," Lincoln said.

You frowned before walking away. Lincoln followed you inside. You looked at him.

His hair was disheveled. He looked like he hadn't slept in a week, but you didn't smell liquor on his breath.

"You get one more chance. One more," you emphasize your last two words. Only one chance.

"You won't regret it, I promise," Lincoln says before wrapping you up in a hug. He felt warm, like always

You hug back. It'd been way to long until he came back. You had been secretly hoping he would come back.

The road to him staying sober would be a hard one, but one you were willing to journey along with him.

#lincoln campbell #Lincoln Campbell x reader #Fluff #girl x boy #Fanfiction #agents of shield fanfic #agents of shield imagine #agents of shield au

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agentsofmarvel · 1 year

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a little agents of shield au idea i had !!

(let me know if you want to hear more about this au!! i’m not a fanfic writer, but if anyone wants to try to write something feel free with credit!!)

little royals au

the academy of royalty is attended my many royals across many kingdoms. the school is strictly for royalty until the academy’s headmaster philip coulson held a contest among the villagers across all kingdoms to see if anyone could past the difficult entrance exam. only one child passed, jemma simmons, a young villager from the kingdom of the highlands. for passing, jemma is invited to attend the academy of royalty as a student. she will then have to navigate being the first non-royal student the academy has ever had.

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the academy of royalty is split into two schools: one for older students and one for younger.

some of the students from the academy’s upper school (for older students):

- crown prince alphonso “mack” of the coastal isles

- princess elena of the kingdom of belleza

- crown princess barbara “bobbi” of donmore

- prince lance of dirkshire

- crown princess kora of the kingdom of afterlife

- crown prince christian of the hinterlands

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some of the students from the academy’s lower school (for younger students):

- jemma simmons, villager from the kingdom of the highlands

- crown prince leopold of the kingdom of the highlands

- princess daisy of the kingdom of afterlife

- crown prince daniel of fortësi

- prince grant of the hinterlands

- prince thomas of the hinterlands

*crown prince/princess means they are first in line for the throne.

**would be mainly fitzsimmons & dousy with background macklena & huntingbird!!

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brooklynislandgirl · 10 months

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@rhodestoruin {{xx}}

The biggest problem with Beth is that unless she's deliberately engaged in conversation and able to see his mouth, she doesn't always hear things quite the right way. She tries to minimise it in a hundred different little ways, but currently she was engrossed in her own screen, sifting through mountains of compiled data that numb the soul as well as the mind. His breath, his pitch and timber are clear, as much as the motion of his arms out of the corner of her eye but the words themselves are lost and it is clear on her face that she's scrambling to make sense. Woodsy Gulls are light. Dodge Ray's jackal bite. "....Uhm..." She turns her head. Large green-and-honey coloured doe eyes narrow their focus to Rhodey's lips as she twists hers momentarily to the side. "...Sorry, I didn't...quite catch dat." Apologetically she asks him if he could repeat what he said, and maybe this time if she pays excruciating attention she'll better understand the question and be able to answer him in such a way that won't sound like she's coming off a three week bender at O'Shaughnessy's Pub. Her only saving grace is that he knows her from past acquaintances, having worked with her brother who ~much to her chagrin~ has never been shy about pointing out her flaws in the past. He wasn't exactly cut out for SHIELD, even as a liaison, but then, neither was she from the outside looking in. More than once she'd questioned herself as to what Agent Coulson could ever really have seen in her to recruit her in the first place, but here they are. "But if ya askin' if I t'ink we need more coffee, answer is always gonna be yes."

#rhodestoruin #tbd|James Rhodes #tbd|Rhodey and Beth #Agents of SHIELD au #Blood Ties|Avengers au #Brooklyn Stories|New York #{{that is such a clever blog name lol}}#{{if this doesn't work for you let me know}}#Audio Processing Disorder

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skyler10fic · 1 year

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Looking for some festive tunes? Listen to my playlist for Home for the Holidays!

Also check out part 1, Evergreen Lane here:

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And part 2, New Year’s Wishes here:

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avengeclintasha · 2 years

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It’s not like this isn’t normal, Daisy thinks when she finds Steve in the gym.

Peggy’d gone on many missions without him, and when she comes to train in the mornings, she shouldn’t be surprised to see him at the punching bag—and one already on the floor.

(or Five times Steve misses Peggy more than he thinks featuring the OG AOS cast))

Written for Steggy Week Day 7: Free Choice :)

#steggyweek22 #steggy #steggy fic #steggy week #peggy carter #Steve Rogers #steve x peggy #agents of shield #modern au #agents of shield au

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oh-theatre · 2 years

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hi hello we dont know each other but "logicality but make it fitzsimmons" might be the best thing ive ever read ever say more

I WILL THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING. IVE ACTUALLY MADE MULTIPLE POSTS PREVIOUSLY ABOUT THIS I BELIEVE THE TAG IS #aos au or #agents of shield au

BUT THEM BUT FITZSIMMONS! Logan would be Fitz, and Patton would be Simmons obVIOUSLY. It really makes sense and it also feeds into my Pattons actually very smart agenda which is a win-win. I like to think Skye/Daisy is Virgil which makes the relationship between the three even better listen I have so many thoughts

#aos au #agents of shield au #sanders sides #Logicality #Marias mischief #Virgil sanders #Logan sanders #Patton sanders

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aintinacage · 7 months

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Fitzsimmons | The Little Mermaid

Trick or Treat -> @booksandfairytales

#trick or treat #Halloween #fitzsimmons #leopold fitz #iain de caestecker #jemma simmons #elizabeth henstridge #fitzsimmons au #marvel #mcu #agents of shield #aos #AOS au #agents of shield au #marvel au #little mermaid #the little mermaid #the little mermaid au

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jackiequick · 7 months

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Bonds were made | Agents of SHIELD Fanfic

Pairing: Amelia Parker & Grant Ward

Timeline: Pre-Avengers (2012), Pre-Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D. (2013-2020)

Summary: Sometimes the person you see so much respect and kindness for, isn’t the one who you expect it to be. Doesn’t matter how different you may seem, it’s this challenge to themselves and you are going through the process together.

Characters mentioned: Phil Coulson, Melinda May, Natasha Romanoff, Mockingbird, and others

Setting: During SHIELD Academy

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Her heart was racing. Pumping. Hunched over her knees as she squeezed her eyes shut. It was late. The sun was coming down. Close to the dead of night. Her phone was buzzing as she let out a deep breath and glared at the guy in front of her.

He chuckled, wearing hid dark clothes and shook his head watching her. Glancing over at the street light, choking on the heat as the world spins around as they’re frozen on the top of the street.

“What you looking at, Ward?” She yelled, as her glares softened as she tossed a water bottle and he lead her to sit down on the bench nearby.

“Nothing.” He repiled, placing a gentle hand on her back and gave her a certain amount of time to rest.

“I can’t do this. I give up. Can we go home? Please?”

“No, sweetheart. This is what it’s all about. You need to build up your own strength and stamina.”

“Now it just feels like I’m not getting everywhere. I’m done.”

“You just started! What are you gonna do when the real mission comes, huh?”

She gave him an odd look and scoffed chuckling, “Stand behind a set of computers and code my way across the hardware. Sitting!”

“Ames, you said it yourself last week. You want to be versatile! Be a field agent and get out there on the action. I’ve seen it before, you can run and give a good punch to defend yourself.” He replied with an certified look.

“That was different, Grant! I was trying to escape stores, get away from cops and stuff.”

“No, it’s the same thing! You gotta—no, we gotta make this a challenge.”

“More challenging than it is?”

“Yes! You gotta race me, y-you wanna race me? Make it a bet!”

“You’re serious? Your not kidding me, right? Cause you like to cheat sometimes to get me riled up!”

“That’s my point! I gotta find your center to get you moving and want to keep going. I think I know exactly what makes you go for the moment! You do too.”

“…I see your point! Make the connection, search for what they want and stand your ground. That’s how I get it.”

Grant just grinned at her words. He only spent a short few weeks with Amelia but she was something else, she always wanted understand the assignment and plays with the ball she’s given. Something he didn’t have to teach her, she just knows.

Just like him.

It surprised him how young she was but how she tended to keep herself grounded. It like playing a game with her, making sense of what she meant and wants. There was a difference she carried in the way she wanted to things and the balance she tried to keep.

However he always needs to keep her up float, it was his self defense and self doubt she carried but hid behind very well.

He respected it, a lot.

Amelia grinning ear to ear. It was this sweetness she carried, this childlike attitude towards others, wanting to see them in a different light. She always knew she saw something different in Ward. The determination, the guilt of challenging himself to do better for someone can give a chance and the away he treated others.

The self doubt, keeping everything leveled and an confidence she saw in him.

It amazes her how he balanced it all so young.

He carried this look on his face like he gave everyone the cold shoulder, but he really just wanted to see what they’re made of. It’s hard for him to let loose and not be so serious with her, due to way he were so different. But it’s this challenge Amelia had with him, to keep Grant bouncing around and smile where his shoulders dropped in relief, keep him in a position to breathe.

She respected him, so much. She seen the tapes of him in action and honestly she would trust Grant Ward with her life.

She love t—

“Amelia?” He asked with a smile, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Hm?” She repiled with a little smile.

“Do you trust me enough, to race against me?”

“Well you do trust me enough to get the job done?”

His smile grew with a nod, “Yeah, I do.”

“Good. I do too.” She replied this time with a bigger smile.

~~~~

Do you trust me?

Little did they know that one line, would be the thing that chained the relationship they would have.

The bond that would make and break them..

~~~~

The bet, or more like the challenge, Grant made to race down 2–3 blocks and make a left onto a few streets as they would reach the step to the museum.

The Metropolitan Museum Of Art to be exact.

Amelia found it to be sounding easy enough, jumping in pace to hype herself up as she popped in her earbuds. Grant found it funny at first and sorta cute that she needed music to get the job done, but he couldn’t blame her. Music alway make everything better as he decided to join on the fun and throw on his headphones.

There a timer on both phones for 15 minutes tops.

Once the countdown started, Amelia speeded off a second half quicker than Grant who smirked at her pace. The two started out going down the same direction across the blocks, becoming careful for people who were walking around and watching traffic.

It was going well. Hearts racing, beats pumping in their ears as Amelia glanced at timer and tried following Grant. He was more athletic than her, so it made it tricky for her to keep up.

“Keep up slow poke!” Grant yelled, flip to start pacing back and sending her a small wave.

His real test was to see her determination and agility to keep up with the task, like running towards a con artist for example. In his eyes, she wasn’t doing bad so far as he turned back to run the correct way.

She sighed taking a breath and grunted, “Ohh—not fair!”

She on the other hand was testing his strategy a bit, since Amelia thought of taking a short cut past a few people and across the street, since sometime you had to take a little detour to get somewhere.

So she whistled at him and pacing over to the around a group of people, sending way at Ward. He rolled his eyes as she then race off.

———

But Amelia Parker being well..Amelia Parker. She didn’t think her idea would thoroughly lead her towards an narrow end. There were buildings, fire escapes, people walking from different backgrounds, alleyways, dogs, and vehicles passing by her.

“Shit..” She muttered, whined as she started wondering where Ward went and added, “..stupid Parker..”

The girl decided to climb up a fire escape nearby an apartment complex close to a few store, such as H&M and Rainbow, hoping she can get a better look. It kinda stunk due to the dumpsters close by.

She took to the top of one of the buildings, feeling a little fuzzy and groans at the garbage.

However once she over the smell, using her phone Amelia zoned in and saw the somewhat crowded streets followed by, the lovely Metropolitan Museum so close. Her location wasn’t so far away, so she glad.

She even saw Grant running before noticing she wasn’t behind him. He looked confused for a moment, almost terrified he lost her amongst the audience of people and started playing back his latest memory as he run off.

Amelia on the other hand shrugged, texting Grant she was on her way sooner rather later. It was looking pretty good until Amelia started to get down the stairs to fire escape she saw it. Both guy, around the 18 or so, jogging up to the alleyway floor started to lock eyes with her.

She tried getting down as quick as possible and jump over to the dumpsters for higher level. But she was too late as they were speeding up towards, about to jump down when they started shaking the latter.

The girl paced herself, taking a breathing trying to fight them off using whatever was nearby to hit them as she jumped down the latter.

She was new to this whole thing, fighting off more than one person and finding their weak spots. But still Amelia tried her best, being pushed and tossed onto the groundwork by one of them guys.

“Guys, come on! C-can we talk about this? Huh?” She asked, douching a hit and grabbed a glass bottle to use as a weapon.

But before one of the guys could swing tightly over her face, he was pulled back against the top of his head and whacked hard stumbling backwards. There was one holding Amelia by the side, letting her go and tossing the girl onto the ground.

She stumbles, standing up against the dumpster and gagged at the smell balancing herself then swinging the glass bottle across his guys head. She hit him so hard he was knocked out cold.

“Ames?!” Yelled the rough voice of her partner of the race.

She turned over to face him, as she connected the dots that it was him who whacked the first guy in the head so hard. Grant just finished fighting him off and grunted, racing over to her helping her stand.

“H-hey, hey, look at me. You okay?” He asked, worry in his eyes as he gently takes her face in his hand searching for damage, “Where did the bastards hurt you?”

“Heheh you really fought him for me, huh?” She replies, with a dry laugh giving him a half smile as she looked at his face.

All Amelia saw were the small bruises, snatches and shiner that could form anytime soon on his face. His hoodie fell off as his chest was still huffing. She never saw him worried before, but then again she just got attacked in an alley.

Grant didn’t realized he was taking her face in his hand and search for damages in just a concerned way. He saw the small bruises on her arms. As well as tiny snatches on her face.

“Damn it, Ames!” He grunted, huffing at her humorous laugh and half smile, “You’re hurt. Where does it hurt?”

“I’m fine now and don’t be concerned or blame yourself. It’s part of..training, getting hurt and standing up right?” She replied, running her thumb over his jaw to notice the bruise there.

“You took a detour and got attacked in the process. Of course, I’m concerned!Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m okay! You saved me, didn’t you?”

“I’m serious.”

“So am i.”

“Always a humorous moment with you, isn’t there?”

“Mhm!”

“Ames, I’m not kidding!”

“I’m fine, your hurt too. A pretty strong attack to the face..a-are you okay?”

“I’ve been hurt far more worse than that. So I’m alright. Coulson’s gonna kill us..”

“He doesn’t have to find out, unless we don’t say anything..”

“At least we’re not bleeding to death, so that’s a plus..”

“I hate you, a lot.”

“Aw, i love you too.”

She huffed pushing the hair out of her face and smirked. He sighed deeply shaking his head, seeing the look in her eyes and returned the smirk.

“No, don’t. You are not going continue the race against me.” He told her with a certain look, smiling softly.

“Come on, we might as well get the job done. Do you trust me to keep going with your challenge?” She asked him with a small grin.

“Serious? Okay I’ll bite. Do you trust me when i say we’re gonna regret this in the morning?”

“Possibly. But um, are we still itching to get it done..i hope..”

“God. One last lap to the museum, Ames. I mean it.”

“Yes! Then off to 7-11 for pizza and extra water bottles…and um, thank you.”

“For what?”

“Having my back.”

~~~~

He smiled at that, hearing those words.

Parker was a wordsmith with a smile that can make or break something inside someone.

He understood that. It’s something that could help or hurt a person, make you want to watch your step.

Almost like Coulson.

Damn.

She returned the same smile, watching his face considering her words.

Ward was a engineer with his attitude that can sending you spiraling down a wormhole of questions and a smile that can lead you down a certain path.

She knew that. It was this skill level and an great balancing act with a mind that help or hurt you if you mess up.

As close to Agent May or even Romanoff.

Shit.

~~~~

And once again they were off.

Racing against one another, keeping up the pace watching the other person’s six and matching sure they’re alright after the attack.

It was more like jogging.

Sharing tiny smiles. Grant rolled his eyes at her silly little grin as Amelia scoffed at his cheeky wink he would give in return.

Reaching the street across to the location. He stood behind her watching over to see anyone was nearby and if there was space to make the jump up the steps.

A few steps up to the top of the stairs, kneeling to take a breath and nodding as they ran gently.

Grant reach up the steps first, he smile holding out his hand for her to take. Amelia giggled softly, taking his hand gently as she was pulled into his embrace.

He was honestly proud of her and so was she.

“What you giggling at?” He asked with a smile, his arms wrapped around her shoulder as he looked down at the girl in question.

“You listened and kept going.” She replied with a smile, leaning into his embrace as she looked up at him.

“Your proud?”

“Yeah. You’re a good guy, Ward.”

“You make me feel like I’m a good guy. I’m proud of you. You passed my test.”

“Test?”

“Yeah, i wanted to see your determination and I made sure of it. You kept going even if i wasn’t on the same page about it”

“Of course, i took a page out of your book. To keep going and stop when you can’t anymore. And you passed mine, I think.”

“Hmm, i guess so. You’re gonna be a good agent some day.”

“As good as you or better?”

“Let’s not jump to conclusions, Parker.”

He walked away from her, nodding for her to follow him as he held out an hand.

She raised an eyebrow and added, “You didn’t answer my question!”

“I didn’t need to!” He responded, waving his hand waiting for her.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Isn’t that my line?”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

“Not happening.”

“Good answer.”

Amelia paced up, taking his hand gently and walked with him down the path. Grant nodded, taking the lead glancing down at her every once in a while.

As they walked down the street, he notice her smile and tiny bruises that started to take shape.

But she wasn’t angry about it nor upset with him about leading the way. It was her choice and she made a mistake, learning from it.

He knew why she is the way, she is and admired her for it. Hell, he thanked his timing and the position he was in to have her in his life.

Knowing that Amelia Parker would make a great deal of decisions one day and in result make people shine or question their tactics.

And he hopes he can be there to see it.

What happened today and the damaged that cause him to end up hurt—both of them to be hurt—it wasn’t his fault per say. He knew the risk and she knew the way he would think about it.

She noticed the smile on his face, making her own grow. She never expected to find someone like Grant Ward in her life and thanked the whole situation she was in for it.

He made a mistake not watching his back, but he will learn as the time goes and the keystone that follows along that path.

She admired that part of him, since Ward isn’t one to to make small mistakes very often and it shows her that it’s part of the job.

Knowing that Ward will have to become an leader one day, having to help a group during highly trained mission of some kind and make decisions that might cost his life or save it.

And something tells her that she might be there to see it.

___

Little did they know that those hopes and suspensions will become true.

Leading different paths within the same field and bumping into one another weather they like it or not.

But that’s an tale for another day…

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I know it’s weird to get inspired for an AU by analysis of an already-ended show’s early seasons but I was browsing the sortinghatchats Tumblr on the Wayback Machine and I noticed that a lot of the way (generalized/adjusted for setting) they described the early S2 of AOS Fitzsimmons split/fallout and the different priorities clashing sounded a lot like the conflict that befalls a different joined-at-the-hip fictional pair that I also sorted as True Ravenclaw and Slytherclaw like they sorted Simmons and Fitz; Jeremy Heere and Michael Mell from Be More Chill.

So imagine AOS BMC AU with Simmons as Jeremy (not sure who’d be her Christine though as different non-Fitz love interests fit in different aspects) and Fitz as Michael

#agents of shield #be more chill #sortinghatchats #please pardon my use of house label sortings instead of animals #agents of shield au #be more chill au

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Coffee Coffee Coffee

Pairing: Loki x female reader (Y/N)

Summary: Your over protective boyfriend, Loki, finds out you haven't eaten anything today and he's not happy about it but in your defense, you did have coffee.

A/N: I didn't even have coffee today so it's weird that this is in my brain lol... enjoy 💚

A series of knocks pulls your attention from the email you are typing and you check the clock in the corner of the screen. There's only one person who could be looking for you this late, the rest of your team went home a little over an hour ago.

You rub your eyes and get up from your desk, "Come in, Loki."

The door opens and the God of Mischief enters, "Hello darling." He meets you in the middle of your office and pulls you into a tight hug.

You reach up and kiss his lips lightly, pulling away much too soon for Loki's liking. He smirks, "Well now that won't do."

"No?" you ask with a smile.

He shakes his head no. You reach up again and as he leans to me you, you change direction slightly so you kiss his cheek. A giggle escapes you as Loki's hands move down to your hips and he pulls you flush against his body. His left hand raises to your cheek and he tilts your head up gently, then he presses his lips firmly to yours. His hand grips your hip tighter and you give into his kiss.

"I'm still working," you tell him breathlessly when your lips finally leave his.

"You work too hard," he tells you as he lets go of you.

He walks towards one of the empty chairs facing you desk and takes a seat. You move past him to sit behind you desk but he gently catches your wrist. Pulling lightly, he brings you towards him and lifts you onto his lap so you are facing him.

"I missed you today," he tells you in a low voice, his hands settle on your lower back.

"I missed you too, I'm sorry I had to cancel our lunch. Today has been awful," you wave towards your desk which is stacked high with files.

"Will you be much longer?" he asks, tucking a piece of hair behind you ear.

You shrug, "Hopefully only another hour. I just need to finish-". Your stomach rumbles, cutting into your sentence and you cringe when you can see in his eyes that he heard it.

"Did you eat anything today?" he asks in response to the sound.

"I had coffee," you answer quickly and immediately know that was the wrong answer.

His fingers drum rhythmically on your hip and he asks, "Did you at least drink any water?"

"Yea a little," you nod but he raises his eyebrow skeptically. "I mean, there's water in coffee."

He groans, his hand raising to cover his eyes. You hold back a giggle, knowing it won't help your situation. "Why are you like this?" he asks in a half joking tone.

You smile wide and shrug, "I like coffee."

"I can see that darling," he says, shaking his head lightly to hide a smile. "Dare I ask how many cups you've had today?"

You pretend to think for a moment then begin to count on your fingers, "One, two, three, four, five-"

"Y/N," he stops you.

"Only two," you answer.

"Are you sure?" he asks in a tone that means he clearly does not believe you.

You look away from his gaze but he touches your chin and guides your eyes back to his. "Four... but they were hours apart," you tell him honestly.

He shakes his head, "Love, you can't survive on coffee alone."

"That's literally how I made it through college," you inform him and cross your arms against your chest.

Without another word, he lifts you off his lap and sets you down so he can get up. "What-" you start to ask but he takes your hand and begins to move towards the door. "Where are we going? I still have work to do," you tell him.

"We're going to get dinner," he says as he opens the door.

You suddenly realize how hungry you are and follow him out into the hallway. "Ooh, can we get dessert too?" you ask with a smile.

He nods, "Of course, darling."

"And coffee?" you ask half joking.

"I think you've had enough coffee for the week," he answers as he pushes the button for the elevator.

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Out of the Bearded Barley || Accepting

"...mean it, Apps..." Beth has no idea what it is that he means. He could have offered to drive her home, because of course he would. He wouldn't leave her stranded outside of the city with no obvious way to get home, because he's a gentleman and doesn't always remember that she can be any living thing she wants. He could be threatening to pull her apart one molecule at a time, and that might actually work toward destroying her. She's never been deconstructed down to the atomic level before and she doesn't know if her body would insist on knitting itself back together. And while that's utterly gruesome a mental image, horrific in ways other people would be shocked by, it only leaves her a little curious, and she chalks it into her mental dry erase board as Future Date Ideas. Starting small. With like a finger or a toe, something that could easily be grown back. But most likely it has something to do with the worry stone he'd been idly rubbing between his fingers while not really conversing with her. They'd gotten here, to their field, entirely too early. The dying daylight will still glow purple-gold for a while yet, which means it will take at least that long to see the first few flickers of the fireflies. And as so often happens with their various difficulties, they don't really talk much, which means neither has to strain to understand the other. She half wonders if maybe they should come up with their own language. Though that's hard too, because Baz doesn't make a lot of eye-contact either. She doesn't know what possessed her to do it, but she does. She takes it and she's hopping down from the tailgate, then is off and running. "Catch me if you can!" And she thinks she's almost gotten away with it, until the breath is somewhat gently knocked out of her when he presses her into the tree she was about to hide behind. He manages to do something that softens the blow but after the initial impact, she can feel the bark at her back. His knee between her own. One hand up near her hair, the other comes down on her hip. They stand practically nose to nose, but only because the ground is uneven. She's sure a time or two of running it through her head, that he demands her to give it back. She grins gently. "Wha' ya gimmie in return?" His knuckles graze her jaw, and orange-tinged blue seems focused on her lips. "Ba-" He lifts her jaw and presses his lips to hers. She doesn't even notice as he slips the stone into his back pocket.

#rugini #Baz Barton|A Different Kind of Knight #The Clockwork Knight and his Sugar Spun Faery|Baz and Beth #Blood Ties|Avengers Verse #Agents of SHIELD au #Brooklyn Stories|New York

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Reveal - Ch. 9: Trust

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“What you’re about to feel with these connected…” Bobbi held up a headset “...is going to hurt. It’s training, but on a level you’ve never experienced before. My job is to get you mentally ready for a transformation in your life. Every cell in your body will be altered. That includes how you think and feel and perceive the world around you. If that’s too vague for you, sorry. That’s all we can know until you emerge on the other side.”

Daisy winced as her mentor’s words sunk in. By “never experienced before,” she had meant the virtual reality was connected to their minds in a fully immersive sense. What Daisy felt in the simulation, she felt to a lesser degree in real life. Pain was present but still muted, distant. But otherwise, visually and sensually, it felt real.

The novelty of this training was also the inclusion of superpowers. The simulation took them through numerous scenarios with assigned missions. In a few, she had to fight “enhanced individuals,” as Shield referred to powered people. That was conceptually simple enough: capture, not kill; learn to anticipate; defend yourself against unforeseen weapons. Much harder were the ones where she had to negotiate between two powered people or choose between following Shield protocol versus a solution that seemed easy or obvious, albeit without having all of the intel. Surprisingly, her favorite was the last scenario: an opportunity to reach out to a newly powered person and convince them she and Shield were there to help.

“Time! Headsets down!” Bobbi called, drawing them back into reality. The headsets powered down, fading out of their consciousnesses. The cadets blinked like they were waking up from a deep sleep but still exhausted. And no wonder. The clock high on the gym wall told them it was well past midnight.

Gordon whispered with his assistant before speaking to the cadets. “You’ve done well and earned your rest. Don’t be surprised when the events of the training simulation affect you in the real world. Those of you who live on campus will be escorted back to your dorms. Those of you who do not, back to the SUVs. You will not leave your homes until you are retrieved for breakfast and training day 2 in the morning.” He began to pace, reminding Daisy of a drill sergeant in the movies. “Once you leave these doors, you will not discuss or share anything of what you have experienced tonight or will experience in the days to come. If you will remember your signed forms at the start of the Program, sharing confidential information is not only grounds for expulsion from the Program and from the academy but a legal matter at this point in the process. Dismissed!”

Bobbi took charge of the on-campus group. Daisy approached her again, Carol by her side. They knew they were pressing their luck but had to try.

“Can we—” Daisy began.

“Absolutely not,” Bobbi cut her off. “You both need rest. Carol, you’re with… Agent… her.” She was no more able to remember Gordon’s assistant’s name than Daisy was. Gordon was hardly around, despite being Bobbi’s temporary commanding officer, and his assistant said little to anyone else.

And so Carol was driven slightly off campus to her vintage house full of aerospace cadets and Daisy returned to an empty on-campus apartment. It was too quiet without Jemma’s keyboard clattering or the gentle low-fi music that helped them study together. Exhausted, Daisy got ready in the bathroom and stumbled to bed. She collapsed into her soft duvet with a sigh. It had been a full weekend already with huge, momentous events in her personal life. Now, she was preparing to be changed down to a molecular level, according to Bobbi’s claims. If Jemma were here, Daisy would have so many questions about what that meant. As it was, she let sleep overtake her like drowning in a dark, heavy, cresting ocean wave.

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Day two came early, with a quick breakfast in one of the building’s classrooms, followed by a lecture on the different categories and uses of powers Shield had documented and the science behind them (at least as far as they knew, most were simply theoretical). Jemma and Fitz had arrived just in time to grab coffee, cereal bars, and bananas before the lecture began. They had come straight from the airport, having slept a few hours at the hotel and a few on the plane, and Daisy had to poke Fitz a few times to keep him from nodding off. Jemma, on his other side, was intensely taking notes.

“How many of those do you think she’s had?” Carol whispered, pointing to Jemma’s coffee. Daisy giggled quietly.

Gordon cleared his throat. “Johnson!”

Busted.

“If you get intel that the target has electromagnetism manipulation, what’s your first move?”

“I’d see if he’s interested in joining our side. Could be useful.” Daisy shrugged.

“Very cute,” Gordon replied sarcastically. “Fitz.”

“Shut down the power. Can’t feed off electric wiring if the building’s dead.”

“Environment. Yes! KNOW your resources not only in your Shield-issued shit, but in. your. environment.” Gordon wrote and underlined the word three times on the whiteboard in front of them.

Gordon talked on and on, and more students were called upon to answer questions. Daisy tried to take notes on her tablet, which she’d been allowed to bring with her that morning, but she ended up doodling with her finger on the screen, drawing little cartoons of enhanced people fighting.

“Yeah,” Carol whispered, surprising her, “that makes sense when I see it like that.”

Daisy realized her doodles were not just inspired by her notes as she went but illustrating Gordon’s points. Something in her brain clicked into gear. It was like seeing the preview of code as she typed it. If she could visualize how it all fit together, she could learn the extraordinary physics behind superpowers. Maybe she couldn’t do all the math on the fly like FitzSimmons could, but she could understand cause and effect, manipulate the situation to her advantage, and gauge risk. Some day. She let her gaze wander around the classroom. She wasn’t the only cadet whose eyes had been glazing over. Some looked longingly at the coffee dispenser in the back corner of the room for a refill.

Eventually, the lecture ended and they woke up quickly as Bobbi led them through warm-up exercises and a brightly colored (and increasingly difficult) obstacle course. Running it in reverse, especially, required them to collaborate and depend on each other’s strengths. While they had been far ahead in superpower physics and field strategies, FitzSimmons and a few other brainiacs now lagged behind. Not incapable, but certainly without the power and speed of the bulkier cadets.

“Wait up,” Daisy called to Carol. Carol caught on and helped pull Fitz and Simmons up a steep metal incline. They were halfway to the gym’s ceiling by now. Daisy groaned as they approached a series of swinging ropes, plastic grips, and rings. “Are we training to be spies or the next American Ninja Warrior?”

“We’ll need momentum for the next one.” Jemma kept her eyes focused on the objective, not concerned about their comparison to others who were further along.

“Watch me carefully,” Fitz told the women. Jemma nodded, seeming to read his mind. He had figured out the strategy using physics, and they had to copy it.

The four of them worked together to get each other through the course and stumbled out the other side of an inflatable tunnel to the sound of applause.

They glanced around, confused and tired, as the other cadets beckoned them to get out of the way and join the lineup. As each cadet crossed the finish line, their classmates were there to support them. Though, Daisy noted with a little pride, the four of them had gotten the loudest applause so far. She liked to think it was because they had done it together, whereas the others had run the course as individual competitors. But it could just be that everyone was going to need FitzSimmons on their side if they were ever going to pass the more academic portions of this Program.

The rest of the morning was filled with simulator time, testing out what it would be like to have different powers. This session felt more like a video game, with fire blasts or flight or teleportation or telekinesis to learn to control. Daisy began to dream of what she’d want, if she could choose, and asked her friends at lunch afterward.

Her simple question spread throughout the room, bringing the cadets closer as they ate and chatted. They debated the merits of each. Joey Gutierrez wanted super strength, Kenesha Diaz opted for speed, others picked flight or telepathy. Daisy couldn’t decide. Carol surprised her; instead of picking flight directly, she picked energy blasts.

“Then, I’d have jet propulsion built in,” Carol explained, “but also a weapon. I could do multiple things. Fight and flight.”

Jemma pointed her plastic fork at Carol. “That’s a good point. How about you, Fitz?”

“Hmm. Welding things with my eyes. Would save a lot of time building things. Or a laser finger to cut through things.” He wiggled his fingers at Jemma and drew a line on her thigh as if to cut her pants into shorts, making her laugh.

After lunch, they were placed onto mock teams by specialty: Daisy to field communications, FitzSimmons to the lab at “headquarters,” Carol to a flight simulator of a quinjet cockpit, others to prepare to go in for a covert op, and a few others to a med team on standby. They ran scenario after scenario. Just when Daisy thought she’d figured out a pattern, they threw another encoded puzzle for her to unscramble with unforeseen crises. After the fourth “Mission Failed” flashed across her screen, frustration overtook her.

“Oh, c’mon!” Daisy exclaimed, tearing off the headset she’d used to communicate with the other teams. They didn’t need to hear her scolding her fellow comms cadets. “What was that?!”

She wasn’t the only short-fused one, either. Bobbi called for a break for them all to rest and regroup.

Daisy lit in on one of the distracted cadets next to her. “Are you seriously on your phone right now?”

The girl shrugged and held up the screen. A news headline blared, “Mystery group brings down UN servers” followed by the subheadline “Meanwhile, three evade ID cameras in break-in” with a grainy security camera photo with a few dark blobs. The leaked photo wouldn’t have meant much to anyone else, but Daisy grabbed the phone and examined it closer. There, hidden in the timestamp in the corner, was a logo of a building with a familiar pointed roof and Roman columns. It was a message.

“Dammit!” Daisy tossed the phone back to the cadet and stormed out of the fake control room.

She found Carol sitting against the concrete wall, rubbing her eyes and looking defeated.

“We crashed three times in a row,” Carol groaned and tilted her head back against the wall to look up at Daisy.

“Yeah, well, we’ve got real Shield problems now, not just simulations,” Daisy said as if she herself hadn’t been about to explode at a fellow communications cadet seconds ago. She plopped down next to Carol and tried to look casual. “Pantheon’s back.”

“What? How?”

“I just saw a news story and a photo from security footage with their logo on it—get this—from the UN.”

Carol scrunched her brow, trying to keep up with Daisy’s racing thought train after a stressful day. “A news story from the UN sent to Shield?”

“No, no, the story was just a normal news article on someone’s phone. The UN servers went down and a couple of Pantheon thugs broke in. What if that’s the rush?”

“What rush?” Carol was getting frustrated, not knowing where this was going and not needing another unsolvable problem.

Daisy slowed down. She took Carol’s hand and traced her palm with her pointer finger idly, simultaneously trying to appear like a normal couple to their classmates and get Carol on board with her theory.

“When my dad opened the door for Bobbi the other night, he said he thought we’d have more time, but she said we don’t have more time. There’s something Shield needs us for. What if this is it?”

Carol squeezed her eyes shut and leaned her head back against the concrete wall again.

“Then they are about to be sorely disappointed.”

“Carol,” Daisy admonished.

“Daisy. We’re terrible. Look at us.” She gestured to the worn-out cadets snipping at each other, napping with their Shield-issued hoodies balled up like pillows, and flipping through instruction manuals for the equipment they were supposed to be using like professionals.

Just then, Bobbi stopped by, towering above them. “Up.”

They obeyed immediately.

“I know you saw it,” she began, speaking directly to Daisy, “but we have this covered. Stay focused.”

“But the logo!” Daisy exploded.

“Cadet,” Bobbi warned before softening. “Trust us. We’ve been doing this a long time. We know. Use it as motivation if it helps. The sooner you get done here, the sooner you can be out there too. This isn’t so different from what it’s like. Sometimes things don’t go as planned. That’s part of the training.”

Carol nodded and finished the thought. “It’s how we handle the pressure.”

“Bingo.” Bobbi winked. “But I am collecting phones for the day. No more distractions. You’ll get them back before you leave tonight.”

They grumbled but handled over their phones, and Bobbi continued on around the room.

Carol sent Daisy a look.

“I know, I know,” Daisy answered it. “Trust the professionals.”

Carol squeezed Daisy’s hand before dropping it and returned to her fake cockpit as Gordon announced the end of break time.

Daisy couldn’t help it; that logo was seared into her brain. She did as Bobbi suggested, letting it fuel her through the simulation, fingers flying as she typed on the control computer. In her imagination, she was no longer trying to pass a test at school; she was fighting Pantheon, her archnemesis.

“But did you see Twitter?” a cadet near her whispered to another. “The Avengers got them. There was a battle in Central Park, but Shield kept it contained so no one got hurt. News helicopters got it all. Look!” The cadet opened the tab on her laptop. Technically, this was communications division work, even it if wasn’t the “mission” they were supposed to be communicating about.

“Damn,” the other whispered back, watching the video in awe. “Is that what they are expecting us to do?”

As Daisy watched the video, her heart swelled as Captain Falcon soared through the air, battling Pantheon’s stolen tech. Iron Man popped open a screen on his wrist and deactivated their weapons, then blasted the Pantheon agents with incapacitating electricity. Black Widow landed a quinjet vertically in the park and the limp enemies were loaded into the bay without a single civilian casualty. Daisy knew enough about Shield to know the shock didn’t kill the Pantheon agents either. No, they would be interrogated thoroughly, leading a Shield strike team to their base. Maybe their HQ if Shield was lucky…

“Johnson!” Gordon shouted for the second time that day. “Get your team ready.”

The simulations improved. Their team began communicating with each other, Carol’s pilots landed their digital quinjets just as Black Widow had in real life, and the field team retrieved their virtual reality package without incident. But Daisy grew anxious. Even with powers, how could they ever be expected to fight like the Avengers, perhaps even one day to take their place—not just as warriors and spies but as heroes?

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Around season 4: Skye/Daisy Johnson. Reader is a Winter Soldier like Bucky and has been part of the team since the beginning. Reader’s has always been there for the team especially Daisy, and has a huge crush on her, painfully watching on as she goes out with different people. Now the Reader needs help but doesn’t want it, what will Daisy and the team do?

Title: No Control (Daisy Johnson x Female!Reader)

Words: 2452

Trigger Warnings: Blood, mind control, manipulation, night terrors, talks of death, horrible grammar (Let me know if I should add more)

[A/n: Okay, I may have deviated from the prompt just a little bit, but in my defense, this is technically my first time writing Reader/Daisy Johnson so I had to feel it out a little!]

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The rope dug into your skin like a nasty row of teeth, biting at the skin, drawing a flourishing flash of bright blood. The image made you pull harder in a vicious tug of strength. Your jaw ached, tasted thick of metal. If you could just get out of this stupid chair, this horrible cell. It was much too small for your liking.

Quake, Daisy as you knew her, watched you with a lifted eyebrow. Her fingers were curled around the iPad that connected her to the controls of your containment. She grimaced, a wetness building in her stare.

When your struggle against the ropes had proved fruitless, you glanced up at her through wild, unkept hair, chest heaving. “What did you do to me? Why can’t I get out of this? Let me out of this!”

It felt like you were underwater, your chest heavy with discontent, even when you went slack in your binds. The first inkling that something was wrong had been swallowed down, the nightmares that ripped through your subconscious and pulled you from sleep.

For weeks, you’d wake up drenched in your own sweat as you tried to draw any type of air into your lungs. It often ended with you sitting, exhausted and scared, in the kitchen of the compound. First, you’d drink a cup of tea, then you’d pace and drink another, before finally succumbing to exhaustion on the common room sofa.

Agent May had found you the first night, just before dawn. She didn’t’ poke or prod, instead, she gently woke you and wordlessly gestured back towards your bunk. Other agents would be walking in and out, scourging for breakfast and their own fix of caffeine.

Those dreams- those nightmares- would soon leak into your everyday routine. As you sparred with Bobbie, you’d thrown a particularly deadly right hook. It was the color of her eyes, the seafoam dusty grey that you’d always found so endearing flashed and ripped into his gaze.

You’d drawn blood and stumbled back on the blue mat. Other recruits gaped at the two of you, floating by the edge of the training room. Bobbi pulled her fingers from the laceration on her cheek, already forming a bruise.

“I’m sorry,” came your whispered response. You grabbed your bag from the nearby bench, louder this time “really, I’m sorry.”

Bobbi called after you as you pushed open the doors of the training room and shoved through agents until you made it to the safety of your room. Except, it didn’t’ feel much like safety anymore. Your fingers were shaking, and your knuckles had a smear of dried brown blood, Bobbi’s blood, against them.

It had been years, nearly a decade, since you’d first been approached by Phil Coulson with his grandiose idea of forming a team to take down hero-level threats within SHIELD, because after all, everyone needs a backup plan. And while you’d been hesitant at first, that single decision in a Montanna bar changed the course of your life. Changed your isolation tactics, the person you had once been.

SHIELD was your family. They’d slowly ebbed away the distant memories of what had created you in the first place: the brainwashing, the torture, the misguided loyalty was all on the backburner. You’d forgotten just how cold it was.

Something was wrong. Something was wrong. Something was wrong.

Without warning, the icy hand of your captor was closing around your throat once more, but this time, you were surrounded with people who you cared for. The thought of hurting them had you hunched over the bathroom in your room, retching whatever mint-tea concoction you’d swallowed down hours before.

At one point, you blacked out, and when you came to, when you finally pulled yourself from the scent of bile and blood and regret, you were here. They’d moved you to a containment unit and restrained you with ropes that did no favor to your already aching body.

Your fingers were still coated in blood, too much to be from your outburst in the gym. And while you still panicked, while you were still choked with fear, there was a calmness about the situation. If you were in here, you weren’t out there. With them.

“Whose blood is this?” you asked.

“Hard to say,” Daisy replied. “You did quite the number. It’s hard for agents to fight off a super soldier, you know?”

Your jaw began to ache as you pressed your teeth together, peering at her through strands of sweat-caked hair. The rope wouldn’t hold you for long, but the containment unit would. There was an electric buzz from the forcefield strong enough to hold back ten-thousand super soldiers.

Daisy had a tepid stare trained on you that made you squirm. You tested your strength against your binds, pressing and pressing until the frayed edges drew blood, dripped down the tips of your fingers until the floor was puddled with it.

A laugh bubbled up in your throat. You lolled your head, trying to loosen up your shoulders. Everything was weak and fuzzy and above all else, you felt the hiss of someone’s voice in the back of your mind. Eyes seeing through your eyes, hands gripping past your own.

There was a poison to Daisy’s voice “You just leveled a room full of twenty-five agents and you’re laughing?”

She’d clicked off the iPad, set it aside. Daisy stood and crossed her well-toned arms over her chest. God, even in your disillusioned state, you were acutely aware of your feelings for her. They’d been festering under the surface for a better part of the last three years.

“No, no… I just…”

With an extra tug, the mass of rope fell to the ground in a heap of ties and caked blood. You couldn’t distinguish your own from those of the agents that you be felled. Your fingers worked at the lacerations.

“You’ve got a very motherly tone right now. I mean, you’re scolding me, actually scolding me!”

“What do you expect me to do, y/n? What I witnessed in there was one of the scariest, most startling things I have ever seen and you expect me not to scold you? What the fuck is going on?”

Her voice cracked during the last sentence and your heart tugged at the sound. You’d heard it before as she sunk to the floor years ago when Lincon had perished, and when she’d succumbed to the fear of her own powers growing out of control.

The part of you that was still you didn’t want to cause that pain, and most certainly didn’t want the fear to take over. You stood, approaching the barrier. It was the only thing between you both, and it was highly charged.

You’d been tempted to touch it, to place your hand against the electricity save for the pain. Instead, you started pacing back and forth, the length of your makeshift cell. “This is where we held Agent Ward, isn’t it?”

She didn’t’ answer, instead, she swallowed the lump in her throat as you examined the metal frame bed and the cameras that were situated around each corner of the cell. Part of you swelled with pride, being confined in the same spot the biggest threat to the team had been in. You quickly drowned the thought, shaking your head.

“Does it bother you? Watching two people you love fall down the same path?” The words had slipped past your lips before you could quell them. Instead, you tutted “You’re well on your way to a pattern, young lady. One more good-looking sociopath and you’ll collect all three.”

“Don’t,” Daisy snarled “You need to tell me what’s wrong. This isn’t you.”

You stopped pacing, lilting your head to the side as you stared at her. She was itching to leave, and you wanted her to. It would make all of this easier. Your entire body itched too, wanted to give in to the full control. It wasn’t something you were willing to do in front of Daisy.

“Do you know how much control I have to practice on a daily basis, Zee? Just a little more strength than usual and I rip a cabinet door off. I shatter a mug. I punch a co-worker in the face. It’s a constant push between what’s right to do and what I was designed to do.”

“So what? You decided you’re done watching your strength? That doesn’t warrant an attempt at massacre.”

“You don’t get it!” You punched the barrier, reveling in the feel of electricity that moved through your fingertips, your arm and elbow until it dissipated altogether. She flinched but didn’t step back. “When Hydra… why Hydra trained me it was all I knew. I would wake up, follow orders, and be put back to sleep before I could even register what I had done. Who I had killed, what I destroyed.”

This was something you had refused to talk about. Coulson knew the gist of your containment, of your de-programming because that was all listed in your SHIELD file. But the true horrors of your ordeal were a mystery to the entire team. It was behind you. He was behind you.

“A SHEILD team raided one of Hydras bases and I was there. I was willing to go without a fight and Hydra was willing to leave me there to absolve for their sins.” You chuckled at that, shaking your head “There was months of imprisonment, of interrogation and then deprogramming. And finally, finally after years of trying to prove myself to Director Fury, and Agent Hill, they cleared me for duty. Cleared me to join Coulson’s team.”

You let yourself plop down onto the metal chair, suddenly too exhausted to remember why you were fighting so hard in the first place. Daisy clenched and unclenched her jaw. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Two years of deprogramming doesn’t make up for a lifetime of torture, of molding me into the perfect killing machine.” You swallowed hard “I played my part, I ignored the feeling of being watched, the dark thoughts that tried to break through into my new, good, life. I fought every single day to make sure all of you were safe and unharmed and… suddenly, suddenly the people who were controlling me got stronger.”

Daisy shifted, uncrossing her arms “You’re saying you’re still under Hydra’s control?”

“I’m saying I wasn’t strong enough to fight off their hold on me. A few months ago I started blacking out and the nightmares, they got worse. But everyone was finally settled, finally happy. We were happy”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Daisy’s voice waivered “Y/n, one of the perks of having a girlfriend is being able to talk to them, to tell them things. You should have come to me.”

“I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I thought I could handle it. I thought I could keep things under control.”

Daisy let out a long sigh and lowered herself back into her own chair. Her elbows resting on her knees. She bounced her leg, staring at you with those deep brown eyes that you could drown in. Somehow, her being there, was enough if only for a moment.

“I have to tell Coulson.”

“I know,” you said.

“He’ll know what to do. We’ll get through this, y/n.” Her words were whispered, eyes glassy with emotion. “I love you. We all do. This is just another challenge, okay? We’re here to help.”

“I admire your perseverance, Daisy, but the hold hydra has on me. It’s bigger than me, it’s bigger than us.”

She swallowed thickly “You don’t mean that.”

But you did, didn’t you? Your skin felt like it was on fire and you wanted nothing more than to peel it off strip by strip until there was a new layer glinting under the industrial lights. Anything to stop the uncomfortable feeling of not being in your own body. You’d gotten to complicit under the watchful eye of SHIELD. Hydra didn’t like that, and at this point, neither did you.

It had been so easy, so simple to rip through those agents as they aimed red dots at your center. You didn’t care if they fired their weapons, you hadn’t a care in the world and it was freeing.

It was hard to wager that with the sad look your girlfriend was giving you now. Her fingers were tapping against her knees, hardly a perfect interrogation technique. It was hard not to crave her touch, her mouth hot on yours. Even if you did give yourself up to Hydra entirely, there would always be Daisy.

You lilted your head, narrowing your eyes at her. She’d be just as easy to break; just a little bit of homegrown brainwashing and she’d be by your side again. Both of you dripping in blood. A power like hers, resting under her fingertips, would be invaluable.

Standing, you gently touched the barrier separating you both. There was a subtle electronic buzz that moved through your fingertips and up to your elbow. It was warming, a constant comfort, almost. “Darling, we could make all of this go away. Just the two of us.”

She lifted her hazel stare from the tablet in front of her, reading your vitals like an open book. They were steady, you were sure of it. There was curiosity in her stare.

“Do you remember the house in Vermont we talked about?” You dragged your fingers against the barrier, a blue trail following fast. “The two of us can forget all of this, forget SHIELD and Hydra. We can go there, start a family. Isn’t that what you want?”

You could read it in her expression, it was exactly what she wanted. But Daisy Johnson was no fool. Despite your terse begging and manipulative tactics, she remained calm. One knee was balanced on the edge of the chair, the other foot planted firmly on the floor.

“Rae’s Restaurant… the floorplan that we drew out on the back of a placemat. Two stories, a nursery, and office. A massive backyard. I remember it well.” Daisy stood again, facing off against you with nothing but an electrical panel holding you back. “This isn’t the you I imagined it with. Where is the kindness? The selfless woman that I fell in love with?”

You gritted your teeth. “Gone. Nothing but a fabrication, baby. I’m just offering you one last chance to join me. I have no reservations about destroying you right along with this entire organization.”

Daisy swallowed hard, trying to quell the lump in her throat. She refused to let herself cry. “I’d like to see you try.”

“I do love a challenge.”

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