#c;ward

his expression twitched, if only for a moment, at the mention of daisy’s name. he covered it quickly, however, an expression of nonchalance covering up whatever feelings saying his… whatever’s name usually surfaced. he wasn’t worried. not— not really. it wouldn’t damage their relationship any worse than ward had damaged it himself in the past.

he kept his arms crossed, cocking his head as the punching bag hit the floor, lips pursing together. “tantrum over?” his expression was of bemusement, his tone full of arrogance. teenagers, right? “because— if not— i’ll wait.” ward spoke slowly, as if talking to an unruly child, and leaned back against the wall as he waited for a response.

“but it’s better if you just take my help. you’re a powder keg just waiting to blow, romanoff.”

His words infuriated her to the very core of her being. Mostly because of his unwavering arrogance, but also because he was right and she knew it. She’d grown weaker since leaving the Hydra facility. Things impacted her in a way she refused to admit. She had weaknesses now. When before the only one had been Alek and even then, she never had to worry because he was right there beside her.

“You seriously want to help me? Why, so when I leave I can go back to being half of the Asset team?” She wondered aloud, voice thick and guarded. She was usually the calmer of the two. The water to her brother’s gasoline. But this man had an affect on her like no other. His face brought flashes of pain. Or torture and darkened rooms and bright spotlights and blood. The tang of it registered even now.