#c:ward

              She narrows her eyes, fingers hooked nonchalantly on the rings of her jeans, a sly smile sprawling across her features. “I would say you are more than slightly malicious, Ward.” Neutrality. Disinterest. Expressionless. Agent Blake Carter couldn’t intimate her anger – or her malevolence for that matter – to anyone, especially not Grant Ward. Her pistol, sheathed in its holster, was the only reassurance she had of the rogue nature on which the fourth year was founded. It was also the only reassurance she needed, her sole defensive measure against the monster in front of her (and the monster inside of her, the one he had created…)

“They should have never put me in charge of something like this anyway,” Ward said. “I mean, me? A babysitter? That seems like more a Skye thing anyway. Who’d even think I’d be good with kids?”

He sent the text to Ward earlier this morning, and all Leo could do was wait. He was sure that Simmons was having an easier time getting Skye to come and get measured. Simmons could have measured Ward as well, but Leo was the one that had more experience (embarrassingly) with a sewing machine when the material came in, and he would never hear the end of it if the measurements were wrong for Ward. It would certainly ensue hilarity of course, but still— some things were just better off done correctly (and better not to waste material).

To waste time while waiting he had covered a small plastic rubber red ball with some of the Flubber goo Simmons had, just a tiny bit because he didn't want to break anything. He was doing calculations in his head, trying to guess the trajectory of the ball as he threw it one way, to see where it would bounce to. Of course, it kept bouncing but Leo's hand-eye coordination was excellent and he could catch the ball in mid arc as it bounced wildly across the room, harmlessly bouncing off of cabinets, walls, and glass doors. 

After several successful correct calculations of his, Leo got a little bit carried away with his throwing, the excitement building up in him. The ball bounced erratically from the hard throw, each time it hit a surface, it rocketed faster through the air, him barely managing to duck the flying ball and grimacing. Okay, not a good idea. It knocked over something, causing it to crash loudly on the floor, but it did not stop the ball. Wasn't this eerily similar to the movie?