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homeless characters are slightly different in that most of them don't have journals or icons set up, so you may have to give me a day or so to do that. and in some cases, a couple more days to canon review if i haven't in a while.

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Skye, c'mon.

[ he doesn't reach out to her, not when she still has the gun, but there's something pleading in his tone. she's the only thing he cares about, now — more than even himself. he can't just walk out of here at loose ends. ]

Let me help you.

Oh. Now you want to help me. Isn't that convenient. And tell me, genius-- in this grand plan of yours, what do you suppose happens when May wakes up in the morning and finds you still here? Huh?

[ ward lifts his hands a little, away from his body. ]

There's a burner cell in my left pocket. The only number in it is mine.

[ she's got the gun, so she gets to decide whether to let him give it to her or get it herself. ]

[Skye looks like she's thinking about that for a moment-- whether to risk getting close enough to take a phone out of his pocket, or whether to risk having him put a hand in his pocket... until she remembers that it's moot anyway.]

Save it. I'll never call you.

If I were left stranded on a desert island... if I was kidnapped, or lying in a ditch somewhere, or shot through the stomach again. I will never call you. Do you understand? I will literally die before that happens.

[ ouch. he looks like she's shot him, all wide-eyed hurt for a moment before it shutters, deadened. and then he smirks. it's not a nice smirk. ]

Sure. I'll just have to keep an eye on you, then.

[ because there's no way he's letting anything happen to her just because she's too stubborn to ask for his help. he knows he's the only one who can properly protect her. ]

[ and with that, he's leaving. ]

[There's nothing Skye can say to that. But when Ward's almost out the door, she does say something else, almost as an after thought.]

... You can't do much of anything if you're dead, Ward. ... Get yourself to a doctor. You look like shit.

[ that makes him smile, for some reason — really smile. but he doesn't look back, and soon the door closes behind him. ]

[ she's right, though. it's time to get his shit together. right now it's like he's sitting in the middle of nowhere crying about how his clothes are wet, but garrett taught him better than that. he can get money. he can get tools. he can get fake identification, a hotel room, a check-up at a walk in clinic. he may not be willing to work for raina, but he's got other contacts, garrett had a lot of friends. his usual barber is a heap of rubble, but he should probably keep the stubble anyway, given his clean-shaven face is on the nsa's most wanted list. ]

[ sometimes he considers turning himself in. he could cut a pretty good deal, given some of the names and locations he knows. but it feels disloyal. not to hydra — he doesn't give a crap about hydra. but to john. ]

[ true to his word, he keeps an eye on skye, but stays out of her way, not wanting the new shield to get wind of his interest. the only contact he has is dropping the phone he promised in with her things while she's in the field. a note that says just in case. ]

[ better she have a last resort than no resort at all, when Raina's in the mix. ]

[She doesn't sleep well that night. Not because of Ward's warning-- she's not afraid of Raina. But the whole exchange left her on edge. She spends the rest of the night tossing and turning, wondering if she should have tried to bring him in. She might not have had to shoot him. She could've called for May. Wondering what he's doing out there, if he's getting help-- and then reminding herself sternly that she doesn't care and if he dies from his wounds it would serve him right. But then she feels awful for thinking that too, and in the end her head just ends up going round and round in circles.

She thinks about telling the team what happened in the morning, too. But what would be the point? Ward was right about one thing-- if he wanted to hurt her or take her, he could've done so. She doesn't trust that there isn't some other element at play here, but she's at least confident he was telling the truth in that regard. So what would telling the team really achieve? She doesn't want May to be shadowing her 24/7, much as they've grown closer lately, or Coulson to worry. And she certainly doesn't need anyone questioning her decision not to bring him in-- she's already beating herself up about that enough as it is.

As for the phone-- she finds it some days after he drops it, and her eyes narrow with suspicion as she mutters "Creepy, much?" She debates throwing it in the next ocean they fly over. She almost does it. But something stops her. Not the thought of Ward, or the thought of needing help for herself. No, she said she'd die before asking him to come save her, and she meant it. ... But maybe she can use it to get Hydra intel out of him.

First, though, she dismantles it and takes the GPS out. That, she drops into the ocean. Then she stuffs the phone in a bottom drawer in her room, under a pile of clothes. It's not the best hiding place, but there aren't many good places to hide things on the Bus anyway. She just hopes nobody will ever have cause to be going through her stuff.

The first time she contacts him is almost a month after he dropped her the phone. The message is short and to the point.]

What do you know about this?

[Attached is a phone picture of the strange symbols Garrett-- and now Coulson, not that Ward knows that-- was drawing on the glass. The same symbols Ward took a photo of when he infiltrated that factory.

She won't use the phone to help herself. But she might use it if it can help Coulson.]

[ when the bus is in the air, or at wherever their base is now, he just has to wait. there's nothing he can do to make sure she's okay — but she's also got the team with her, and that eases some of his concern. ]

[ she's off the grid when she finally texts him. ]

Garrett was drawing something like that, after Raina gave him the GH325 synthesis. Thought he was losing it.

Did he say anything about it? Like what it was?

Talked a lot about seeing the inside of the universe.

Great.

[She doesn't right any more than that. She doesn't want to engage with him any more than she has to. She doesn't want to tell him Coulson's going mad. It's none of his business. She stuffs the phone back in the drawer and doesn't pull it out again for another two weeks.

When she does, the next message comes attached with a blurry picture of some Hydra agent.]

Do you know anything about this man?

[The man has erased all the information that ever existed on him, much like Skye did with her team, which tells her that he's good. He went through the academy long after Phil or May's time, was never assigned to any of their teams, but also before FitzSimmons' time. So he's not a contemporary for any of them. She's going out on a limb, here. Ward might know nothing. Or he might know something, and lie about it. But even if he does, that'll tell her something, too.]

Brock Rumlow. Went into STRIKE - counter-terrorism. He's Hydra. Don't know if he's still alive, but I can find out.

He's still alive.

[She knows that much for sure. The picture she sent him is recent, so unless there's a dead man walking around out there...

She doesn't want to compromise the mission by telling Ward any more, but if it means the difference between going in blind and not, it's worth the risk, isn't it? And besides, they won't suspect. She's the one who finds out information. They never have to know it came from Ward.]

What's his skill set?

Physically, about the same as mine. Focus on hand-to-hand. Plus infiltration tactics, explosives, leadership, emergency command protocols, international relations and languages. Heard he worked alongside the Cap himself.

Thanks.

[That's it. That's all she sends. She could press him for more information, or ask him to get more for her, but she's sure Coulson and May will get suspicious of where her information came from if she presents them with more than that. This is more than enough to go on for now. Maybe Coulson can do something from the Cap angle.

She prepares to suit up.]

[ he should probably feel bad, selling rumlow out — the guy had reminded him a lot of himself, their few brief meetings. they could have made a good team. but he'd believed, really believed, and ward doesn't know what he believes in anymore. but he finds he doesn't feel too bad after all. ]

[The mission with Rumlow goes south. Way south.

It wasn't that Ward's intel was wrong-- it wasn't. But they needed more. They didn't have the full weight of an organisation behind them any more-- they couldn't go in anywhere with guns blazing. They had to be cautious. Prepared. They had to do recon.

It's in doing all that recon that their cover gets blown. One minute Skye's watching him from her post in an abandoned building, the next minute she loses him from her sights. She swears. Trip's meant to be here helping her, but he went to get coffee for both of them. She's been up a long time at this point. In the last 48 hours, Skye has learned something that every long-time agent knows well: surveillance is boring.

Or at least so she thinks, until suddenly she hears something like a twig snap not too far away. She dives for cover. A split second later, gunfire rings out across the room in Skye's direction.]

[ ward spots when they've made her before skye does, having set up to do recon of their recon on the third floor of a nearby building. he's thought about approaching when he saw tripp leave, but then he watched the other soldier get nabbed and knew skye would be next if he didn't hurry. ]

[ 🎵 kick out the epic motherfucker - dada life ]

[ ward takes a zip line down to ground level and combat rolls, drawing his gun. he shoots three guys to get to her, but gets locked into a scuffle with a fourth that carries him into the room with her. one final blow knocks him out cold and he pulls to his feet, panting — and looking significantly less dead on his feet than he did the last time they met. ]

Time to go.

--Ward.

[Skye looks like she's not sure whether she's surprised, relieved or angry to see him. Maybe it's a combination of the three.

This is so familiar, she begins to reach out with a hand to take his out of habit-- but then stops herself. Maybe it was Ward who set this up. Maybe this was his plan all along. The hesitation is clear on her face.

There's more gunfire in the distance. She can't stand around here all day trying to second guess him. It's time to make a decision: either they go or they don't. Cutting quips will have to wait.]

Do you have a way out of here?

Yeah.

[ a beat. ]

Sort of.

[ he knows how to improvise an extraction plan. right now his primary idea is to shoot anyone who gets in their way, and keep shooting until they're clear. ]

Remember what I taught you.

[ he tells her, tossing her his gun and pulling the semiautomatic from his unconscious victim, checking the ammunition before hefting it, aimed at the door. ]

Let's go.

[ and it's just like any operation from before, as he checks around corners, signals her with the familiar movements. they move together so naturally. despite laughing at everyone who fell for his loner act, he's never really had that before. ]

[She catches the gun and looks at it in distaste. It's no ICER. But she follows without complaint, and the gun is more confident in her hand now than the last time he saw her-- May's teaching, for sure.

When they come across another round of Hydra agents, she manages to get one in the leg with a well-aimed shot before ducking for cover. What's the use of wasting her bullets when Ward has a semi-automatic?

Skye looks around the corner again, trying to get a good look at the enemy back-up team. Is it just her, or are they multiplying?]

It's no use-- let's find another way.

[Sure, Ward's beaten worse odds. But she's not keen about the idea of wading into enemy gunfire if they can just abscond and take a long route back to the Bus. They're not stuck in a broom closet this time, after all.]

[ ward looks ready to go, but skye makes the call, and he does what he does best — he obeys. ]

I took a look at the building schematics earlier — there's maintenance stair access to a subterranean carpark, which we could use to get access to the sewer system.

... The sewer system. Seriously?

Would you rather take the street exit?

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