#chandak562

You came back. 

When she opened her eyes, her head fucking throbbed. God dammit, whatever that was, it fucking hurt. She was going to kill that motherfucker, Grant Ward too. Grant Ward was someone who never going to hurt anyone ever again, because she was going to make sure of it.

When she opened her eyes, Victoria Hand saw no one else in the room. She was relieved. She pushed herself off the bed and splashed some water on her face. She looked at herself in the mirror, god, she looked older.

She pushed her ponytail up and took a few breathes, she hadn’t seen anyone lately. She didn’t even hear anyone. Well, there was only one way to see if she was literally the only one alive. To get out of the room.

She pulled the door open and there was no bustling in the hallway. Still not a horrible sign. She started down the hallway and tripped over some legs that were sprawled out. They were attached to a sleeping person. 

Someone she thought she would never see again.

Isabelle blinked her eyes as she got tripped over and she looked over and her smile couldn’t have gotten any bigger. She thrust her arms around Victoria. “I can’t believe you’re really here.”

Victoria couldn’t exactly process it. She swore that this couldn’t happen. She’d been dead. She knew that she was dead. She had come to terms with the fact that Izzy was dead. 

“You came back?” She asked.

Isabelle nodded. “We both did. They found a way,” She told Victoria. “It’s weird. But just count our blessings?”

OTP: Melinda May/Victoria Hand (i blame you XD)

BroTP: Victoria Hand/Maria Hill

OT3: hmmm not sure. Maybe Victoria/Melinda/Izzy?

8. Which fic this year was most fun to write?

Running into the last room of the base, Melinda growled when she saw Victoria in a water tank. “Damn it.” she hissed under he breath, making her way over to the tank and examining it. 

    Seeing the lock on the door to the tank, Melinda holstered her gun and pulled out a laser pointer that she carried on her at all times.” Come on Vicky” she grumbled under her breath, turning the laser on and starting to work through the lock. “Hold on for me.”

She wasn’t sure exactly how long it had taken to break through the lock, but when she finally managed it Melinda dropped her laser pointer and tossed the lock to the side. She’d have time to gather the laser after she had saved Victoria.

“Here we go...” she whispered, reaching into the tank and pulling Victoria out careful. “I got you Vicky, i got you.” laying Victoria on the ground beside the tank, Melinda got down on her knees and lowered her head so that her ear was over victoria’s mouth and her eyes were watching her chest.

Nothing.

“Damn it” moving back, Melinda placed her hands on Victoria’s chest and started to do chest compressions while she counted to herself. She was vegly aware of other agents moving into the room and leaving almost as quickly, two stationed outside the door while Melinda worked, but they didn’t matter to her at this moment. the only thing that mattered was getting Victoria to breath again.

Finishing with her compressions, Melinda pinched Victoria’s nose and tilted her head back before lowering herself so that she could push air into Victoria’s lungs. She was more than ready for puke and crying and for Victoria to be in pain for the next few days, so long as it meant that Victoria was alive and well.

She checked Victoria’s chest and breathing again, still nothing.

“Come on Vicky, fight for me” Demmanded Melinda, returning her hands to Victoria’s chest for more chest compressions.

She wasn’t sure how long she had gone, switching between chest compressions, artificial ventalation and checking for signs of breath. No matter what she did though, nothing changed.

“Victoria, fight damn it!” She screamed, starting up another round of chest compressions. “Fight for me. you are not allowed to die!”

      Moving her hands off of Victoria’s chest, Melinda was about to lean down to try another round of artificial ventalation when she heard Victoria starting to choke. “There we go..” she whispered, grabbing Victoria’s shoulder and rolling her onto her side as she started to puke. “There we go Vicky, it’s ok.”

     Sitting there, Melinda rubbed Victoria’s back gently while she continued to heave and puke, ignoring the sticky feeling on her pants. she’d need a change of clothing later, but it was more than worth it to hear Victoria choking. it meant she was alive and still with Melinda.

Honestly, fuck that guy. He was never cool (always kind of boring) and then kind of interesting when he became a bad guy

But omg was i so happy when Phil killed him (though it would have been better if it had been Daisy or Melinda. i’m kind of glad they didn’t because fandom would have given them even more shit than Phil got (and he got a lot of bs after that))

He was self serving

willing to hurt whoever he needed to while lying to their faces about loving them (Daisy and Kara for example)

He put the blame on everyone but himself for the things he did. (look buddy, you killed Kara. Not Melinda, Not Phil. You. it was your gun, your hand, you.)

YOU JUST UNLOCKED FANGIRL DORK TARYN!!!

Bakshipuss XD

Victoria/Izzy for that ship meme, please?

who holds the umbrella when it rains

I cannot imagine Victoria ever holding an umbrella if she didn’t absolutely have to

(mind, Isabelle does not give a shit about getting rained on so she never uses one if Victoria isn’t with her)

who is the grumpiest in the morning

just because Victoria has to get up for work doesn’t mean she likes it

who worries more when the other is sick/hurt

they both worry, but Isabelle is a little more demonstrative about it when people aren’t around. Victoria doesn’t like to show how worried she gets but sometimes it just happens.

who plays pranks on the other

They’re not really the type to prank each other, but sometimes Victoria will help Isabelle prank Mack, Bobbi, or Hunter.

who is always the first to suggest cuddling on the sofa

Victoria likes to pretend she isn’t ridiculously cuddly but she basically gloms onto Isabelle every chance she gets.

who insists on creating nicknames for the other

They’re not big on like cutesy nicknames, but Victoria calls Isabelle ‘belle occasionally.

who drools on the other when they’re asleep

Isabelle, and Victoria would murder literally anybody else who did but she just wipes it off and doesn’t say anything.

who says ‘I love you’ first