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Who: SKYE, WARD, and FITZ
When: 4/27, following this post
Where: Courtyard
What: Bad superhero-spy decisions.
Warnings: Violence, mostly. Spies being spies. Tag order: Skye - Fitz - Ward

[ ♬ miss missing you - fall out boy ]
[ All-in-all, it's a terrible idea. Really, really awful, probably one of the worst she's had, and this girl ran into Ian Quinn's basement alone without backup.

Straight-forward, though, she can have that much. If she wants to learn how to keep herself from registering on the richter scale, she needs to let it happen. All this time, she's been trying so hard to avoid going off, holding it back, upsetting herself further by her inability to hold it in. What she needs to start with is figuring out how to shut it down quicker. That's step one. An extension of May's training, but May isn't herself. She can't help.

So Skye's gotta do it. She walks herself into it thinking it's the kind of thing May would suggest: put herself through the ringer to come out better for it.

And right now, the ringer means inviting interaction with the man she tried to kill. Truthfully, a part of her already feels a pang, something sitting wrong in her chest as she uses his olive branch as leverage to pull him into this. The larger part of her, bitter and angry, thinks maybe he should be more careful about who he extends an olive branch to. They'd had to learn the same lesson when he betrayed them.

She stands with Fitz in the soft summer rain, a soggy haze of gray miring the courtyard. Her hands fold around her, hugging her sodden jacket to herself as she squints over at him through ropy wet bangs. ] What if he doesn't come?

Comments

[technologist]

No. [ Too quick. He regrets that as soon as he says it, because it's far too telling. But he's distracted enough by taking care of Skye (and watching as Ward picks her up, wary and restless and reluctant to trust). ]

Room one-fifteen.

[ Does Ward already know what Skye's room number is? Probably. Fitz gives his own anyway, just in case. There's been more than one medical professional on the network, lately, so if he can just get Skye somewhere safer and then talk to one of them— ]

We weren't trying to kill you.

[ Not exactly the time for that, but it comes out anyway, a little sharp and defensive. The follow-up's even more so. ] Not that we haven't got every right to.

Why did I not get this notif???

[ingrantitude]

[Ward's eyes flick to him before staring down at Skye.]

Of course not.

[He doesn't believe you. Maybe. He keeps himself straight even as the pain rings in his side. He smiles at Fitz, his expression tight.]

It certainly shook things up for me here.

...How did she stop it?

i hid it

[technologist]

We should hurry.

[ Which is absolutely him avoiding the question, a) because he doesn't know, and b) because he's not sure how much he should tell Ward. He moves towards the door to the lobby instead, holding it open.

For what it's worth, he's having a hard time meeting Ward's eyes while blatantly not answering his questions. At least he's mildly ashamed, right? ]

Not cool Fitz D:

[ingrantitude]

[Ward stares at him before hefting Skye up higher. There's the slightest grunt of pain as he stares at the stairs - and powers through it.

The pain in his side is palpable.]

...She's a fighter. She'll be all right. You have someone to contact?

look i think we can admit this is an awkward situation ok!!

[technologist]

Yeah.

[ As terse as he's being, there's no spite in his voice. Something very close to an apology, maybe, even if it's guarded and begrudging.

And hey, at least they aren't going to the third floor. It could be worse. He considers saying absolutely nothing until they reach the door to his room, but his resolve doesn't last long. ]

What about you?

[ Accompanied by a quick glance to Ward, though he tries not to sound overly concerned or curious. ]

[ingrantitude]

[He tilts his head and looks at Fitz. Somewhere someone says I tried to play it sincere.

And Ward swallows.]

I'm fine.

Listen, there's a doctor, Helen. She helped me when I arrived. Try calling her for Skye.

[because he needs to go find...some place he feels safe to sort out his feelings]

[technologist]

[ That's answered by silence as Fitz unlocks his door and pushes it open; the room's kind of a mess, or as much of a mess as it can be when they don't have much in the way of personal belongings. The gift basket from weeks earlier is sitting on the chair, and the small teddy bear's on the bed.

Is that embarrassing?? We'll pretend it's not embarrassing. Fitz is quiet while Ward puts Skye down, and it isn't until he's on his way back towards the door that Fitz speaks up. ]

Thanks.

[ This time there is some spite to it, an undercurrent of anger that counteracts the formality. He's grateful for Ward's help with this, but he wants to make it clear not all's forgiven. ]

[ingrantitude]

[Ward looks over his shoulder and nods, coldly but something in his features softens and...he leaves before he can say something wrong or bad.

Mostly because he needs to get out. So he gets outside and nearly collapses, the pain in his side sharp and cold.

He had to get to Kara's room]