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My S.O. - An Agents of SHIELD Fanfiction

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My S.O. – Flick Away, Baby The few times Grant Ward sees Skye as more than a hacktivist – his melodious trainee, a friend, and once, even called his. Training Session “Are you seriously going to rub it in my face every time we train?” Skye cried, picking up the magazine from the table’s surface. “Skye, it’ll reflect badly on me if you keep flunking Gunnery,” Ward protested but thoughtfully gauged her reaction. Seeing as she kept a blank face, he continued, “It’s my job as your S.O…” “That’s all you ever say, Ward!” she yelled, tears forming on the corners of her eyes. She hated how he didn’t know the sting of letting him down. There was always that feeling of kicking-a-puppy whenever she saw Ward get disappointed. “You keep nagging …show more content…

She gazed at him for a moment and then smiled. Flick. “Really? Are you that tired, Ward?” she took his hand and paced with him along the sidewalk. Lunch Break… ahem… date “You? Cuisine? Psh. I bet Coulson does better,” Skye said in mockery. “I didn’t say that. I clearly said that I killed the grill back in high school,” Ward answered with pride, “I was the king of steak outs, baby.” He was too late when he realized that he had yet again blurted out a word phrase that contained the initials SO. Flick. “Also, baby?” Skye raised an eyebrow and smirked at him, taunting. I could get used to these nickname thingies. Disturbing Fitzsimmons “Berlin Philharmonic. Best orchestra ever,” Simmons highlighted, urging Fitz to tell her his opinions. “Royal Concertgebouw Orchestra in Amsterdam. There’s nothing topping that,” Fitz replied, his accent seeming thicker to Skye more than ever now that he was talking about orchestras. How very fun, she mulled over. Right on cue, Ward marched into the laboratory to call them for Coulson’s briefing. “Meeting in five,” he said, something catching his gaze. A very bored Skye was sitting down, elbows propped on the lab desk, and eyes practically shut. He walked towards her and lightly pounded on the table. “Sleeping during work hours, I see?” “Jesus Christ,” Skye muttered under her breath. “Why can’t you be more passionate about..” Ward paused to ask Fitz what they’ve been talking about before

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