The Reasons of a Murderer | Self Para
Grant had blackened Garrett’s eye the second the image flashed across the screen, which only earned him a laugh and an insult, something about a weakness he really should’ve overcome. The move worked, kept him right where Hydra wanted him. He’d started to doubt that they could actually help his sister, started to consider leaving and finding some other way to help her, started to believe that he didn’t actually owe them anything. But he’d trusted his S.O., and that trust had been all he needed to confess a secret to his mentor, who in turn used it against him. After all, they needed him to play along, to join Coulson’s team and earn their trust, and taking the two most important people in his life away from him was just the way to ensure he’d do whatever they wanted.
His last chance at learning where they were died with Garrett, and the sudden loss of hope nearly broke him beyond repair. The few still running things assured him that, so long as he did what they needed him to do, no harm would come to his sister or his daughter, and the new photographs they sent him were proof enough to keep him on their payroll, even if he was just on the sidelines running odd jobs and taking the hits no one else seemed to be able or willing to pull off.
He’d bought the farm on an impulse, a place big enough for his family when he got them back, and adopting the dogs had been the next step in trying to recover some form of a normal life. He’d lost his mentor, his family, and his team, hell, he’d even lost himself at some point. Hiring P.I.s and throwing around threats bribes would help him get his family back, but he had his doubts that he’d ever get much more than that...and he could find a way to live with that fact. His family and his dogs would have to be enough, because even if he could make his team understand, deep down he knew better than to hope for any more than that from them.
