𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍.

I am hard to replace.

[𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍. @LuminaryRat]

⌜ 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚝. ⌟

⊗ (Ex)-Agent Grant Ward.
⊗ Canon/AU
⊗ Strictly story driven.
⊗ Hydra never dies.

⊗ RT?

[Matt 'Murderdock' @NotTheKingpin]

You should see me in a crown
I'm gonna run this nothing town

Matt Murdock
Totally not the Kingpin of Crime
Earth-65 based, can extend operations elsewhere
No time for ships, only business

[𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍. @LuminaryRat]

@PiercingPaper “I expect so. Or it’s your ass on the line, Dex. You will listen to my orders, as if they were *gospel*. Don’t fuck it up.”

[𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍. @LuminaryRat]

@PiercingPaper “Good...” Ward straightened up, taking in a deep breath.

“Don’t disappoint me again, Dex... You might not like what I have to do next time.”

Ward’s words were clear, and simple.

He’d hate for him to not understand.

[𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍. @LuminaryRat]

@PiercingPaper and training to make sure you can outsmart, outmanoeuvre, and outrun *all* of them. Am I understood?”

[𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍. @LuminaryRat]

@PiercingPaper “That’s what I thought,” he snarled, hands on the railing on the mans bed.

“You will be pit against men and women who could rip you apart like *that-*”

He snapped his fingers, emphasising his point.

“You don’t get a layout, you don’t *get* parameters. You get instinct, +

[𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍. @LuminaryRat]

@PiercingPaper “You will be dealing with people from other *planets*, in what way does this scream normal?”

[𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍. @LuminaryRat]

@PiercingPaper “One percent makes all the difference, Dex. What am I supposed to tell my superiors? He was great, but...”

[𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍. @LuminaryRat]

@PiercingPaper “Calm down, Dex. Do I look like someone who’s willing to tolerate failure?”

The short answer was no. The long answer...

He doubted Dex wanted to experience.

[𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍. @LuminaryRat]

@PiercingPaper “And maybe it would’ve been. But the order was to fight *Shield*, not those that were *helping you.* I could order you to jump off a bridge and your only thought should be *as you’re doing it.*”

[𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍. @LuminaryRat]

@PiercingPaper Ward’s eye twitched at the growl, and let out one of his own before standing, and looking over Dex’s bedside.

“You cannot jill your *own* in the *field.*”

[𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍. @LuminaryRat]

@PiercingPaper “Dex, sit *down.*” He snapped, his agitated look only becoming more prominent.

He was due for punishment soon anyway.

[𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍. @LuminaryRat]

@PiercingPaper He’d wake up, back in a bed. He wasn’t strapped down, at least.

Ward was to his side, sitting in the chair near his bed, drumming his fingers against his bicep and watching the man with an almost... Disappointed look.

[𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍. @LuminaryRat]

|| I love that I emphasised the word and I didn’t even spell it right.

[𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍. @LuminaryRat]

“Ease up, Skye. We have *histoy*, after all.”

[𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍. @LuminaryRat]

@PiercingPaper The Hydra soldiers followed their commands, and they shot down the Shield agents.

Momentary relief for the man, to be sure. But it was short lived as one of the Hydra soldiers jammed a taser into the mans thigh, with the sole intention of knocking him out.

[𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍. @LuminaryRat]

Ah, someone with sense.

[𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍. @LuminaryRat]

“You can’t blame me for being a *smidge* curious.”

[𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍. @LuminaryRat]

“They yet makes it sound, objectively worse.”

Coming from the guy who obsessed over her from his basement-cell.

[𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍. @LuminaryRat]

“Sounds like a boyfriend.”

[𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍. @LuminaryRat]

...

...

“Boyfriend?”