Grant Freaking Ward

It can sound genuine all it wants, it doesn’t take away the years he’ put in to trying to get them back and failed. It doesn’t take away the empty feeling he gets every time he looks at his place, a place that should’ve been his and Simmons. The tools he’d made to help Daisy train rather than stifle her talents. It doesn’t make him feel anything, and it’s a feeling he’s steadily growing accustomed to.

And he hates it.

Enoug that he just offer’s a rough breath after a moment, hands lifting to tangle in to his own hair for a moment, before he’s nodding.

“Anything that stops me thinking sounds like a brilliant idea, mate.” He doesn’t know why he sought out Ward. Why the other had been able to survive when he’d lost so much. Why he got to live a life. Not that the people that had mreained were really living, but that was besides the point. He’d just heard a rumour.

Description that matched Ward’s, and it had been enough.

It was tempting to point out that it wasn’t Fitz’s issue to solve. It wasn’t like the obelisks or the inhuman issue. It wasn’t something that could be fixed with simple blunt science. It was something that was well above their pay grade in soultions. It had happened to...everyone.  Even Ward had seen people he’d known, worked with, fade into nothing in front of him. While it wasn’t as anything close as to what the team had been to either of them- it had still be..an experience.

“Well, that’s either drink or fuck. And I think it’s safe to say that one of those seems more likely.” Ward said, he’d long ago settled into a mix of the man he really was and the man he’d pretended to be, the man he’d wanted to be- with the time long ago. Not HYRDA but not someone who was held back by Shield’s bullshit regulations either.  Granted there was neither of those things anymore and all was left was weapon that had turned on his friends trying to find himself on simple footing again. 

He’d never expected the other to seek him out but...well, new world order those days,  enough lost heroes to fill a memorial wall. Finding connections where you could..almost made sense. There’s a little nod of his head as he nods towards the end of the alley. “Come on, there’s a great bar. Josies. Cheap drinks. Easy to get yourself lost in. Yeah?”

“Because you already tried it once with the sea, shooting me seems like a step own from that, mate.” He probably should’ve been more scared int eh scenario, a gun being pointed at him by somebody like Ward. Somebody who had more training, more experience, more everything thn a guy like Fitz. Except, well, friends, probably. He liked to think he had more of those. Or… Had. A slow breath, hands left in the air as he finally tugged back the hood covering hi face.

“Everybody else is gone, Ward.” And it’s like a weight he didn’t want to carry. Becuase he was the only one left. Or, as far as he could tell, he was.

“Everyone.”

‘That’s actually a good point.”  It’s said as a thrown away comment but the other was more or less correct.  There’s a little suck of his cheek as he lowered the gun to point at the ground.  It’s a weird thing to see the other after...everything. Some massive gap between them that seemed insurmountable at the moment.  “Fitz” He said simply, as the other lowered his hood down.  

“I..” 

It’s hard to think about them all gone. The entire team. Let alone the trauma Fitz must have gone though of being there when it happened.  Simmons, Daisy.  Any of them. 

“I’m sorry.”; It sounds genuine. Well, as anything Ward might say. He’s just slipping the gun behind him and tucked away before holding his hands up, as if to prove that he’s not dangerous.  He wants to ask why he’s being seeked out. Why the other had come to find him of all person. The person who hurt him. Who left him first 

“You wanna get a drink?”

“What do you want, exactly?”  The world had changed in the five years since the snap. HYRDA, SHIELD, and everything in between. No one talked about it but half the population vanishing was bound to have some effect on even the worst people.

This was probably about to all go horribly wrong. He knew hat Wrd knew that, but considering he’d kind of just run with what his mouth had decided on, he couldn’t ay anything else. Instead, he allowed a slow breath to roll free, gaze meeting Ward’s as soon as he heard those teasing questions. Okay no, rise to the challenge Leo. A slow movement forward, until he could slip his hand forward. Brushing over the other’s stomach, and then slipping around the back to draw him in. “That’s… Exactly how it’s gonna be. Problem, Grant?”

There’s no hesitation as Ward feels that hand brushing over his stomach and around his hips before he’s simply stepping into the others touch and reaching a hand up to cup Fitz’s neck as he peered down at the shorter male. “ Depends if you can really follow though- though if you do make me limp, prepared to get some annoying, whiny text messages on my next mission about it..” He teased as he made a point to reach up to simply shrug his white shirt off his body again, showing off his lean, muscled body as he ran his hands back down the others sides.  Ward knew that whatever this was between them was...well, both insanely special and yet utterly, utterly breakable considering their history. How much shit Ward had done.  There’s a little smile at Fitz using his first name. “ No problem, though.”

“Oh really now?” Ward shot that brilliant 500 watt smile over at Fitz as he arched his eyebrow slightly at the words. “Careful, you’re getting very, very close to dirty talk and sending my heart pounding” He teased lightly as he slipped into the stark, white shirt but left it open. “You keep up that and neither of us will get to work and you’ll end up limping into the SHIELD lab.” Ward pointed out with a little suck of his cheek and a wink towards the smarter man. 

“And funnily enough, I blame your perfect ass. Seems like we just keep encouraging each other.” Hell, it was discovering other kinks as well, a constant game to figure out what each otehr enjoyed. He’d never get tired of it, adn was sure they’d just keep findign thtings that set the other off. He could tell Ward appreciated the groan, anotehr leaving him as those fingers edged a little further south, throbbing beneath those fingertips. “Stop trying to one up me, we’re both here, that’s the important bit.” His head tilted a little at the kiss, making more room for the otehr to continue with the affection. Sue him, he liked it. “Good.”

“Funny that. It’s almost like seeing your lips stretched around my big cock is an addictive sight.”Ward teased back, unable to stop himself from one upping him even now. “Though thank you. My ass is perfect.” He added with a little teasing chuckle.  Ward’s tongue pressed against his upper lip at that groan. God if that darker, harsher part of him did’nt want to simply to pin Fitz down, strip down his pants and fuck him till he damn near passed out.  As it was his fingers just brushed down along the others pants zipper teasingly. “ Fine. Fine. We’re both here.” He said as he gave in, easily taking that exposed neck as an offer as his lips trailed down the other's neck “Hm yep, you’re never getting rid of me now.” 

“And we’re still finding even more to try out.” Thank you, internet. He couldn’t help the breathy groan that escaped at those fingers, head falling back against Ward. Leaving himself completely open to the sensations that the other was providing. He always managed to do this to him when he gave him the chance. “I’d fight ‘em all too, to get back to you.” He shifted a little, but he was practically boneless from the attention and the emotion in those words. “Then don’t. Ever.”

The continued attention from Ward only had Fitz shivering even more, the thumb stroking against the sensitive area got him sinking further in to that embrace. “Now who wouldn’t want that?” Still soft, still teasing, even as he tilted his head, pressing it back against Ward’s shoulder. He could be content here for all eternity, honestly. “Good, because I don’t want anyone else in yours, or any other position we wind up in.”

“Hm..very, very true..”  He mummered lightly as he watched the other with a little smile. “ Hm with you that could be quite a few positions..” he teased lightly as he stroked along the other's tummy with a little happy hum. “And good. I’m more than willing to fight any man of iron or big scary green monster to keep you in my arms like this.” He murmured as his body pressed up against the other men. “Or all of SHIELD and HYDRA combined. I just don’t want to every let you go, Fitzy.” 

Fitz’s head tilted a little at the brush of those lips, hands moving until he could lace his fingers with the other’s. “Bet even more would rather be in my positon right now.” A playful tint to his words as he relaxed further in Ward’s hold.

Wards fingers stilled on Fitz’s stomach when the others fingers laced with his, his thumb teasing along the other's tummy still. “Oh yeah? Hm..about to bent over the nearest surface?” he teased lightly in the other's ear even if he made no real attempt to move the other. Just..enjoying the other's body against his like this.  Enjoying how intimate they could be with each other. “I don’t want anyone else in your position.” 

“I mean I’m hardly everyone’s type, Ward.” A brief flicker of heat over his cheeks, leaning back against the other. “But I’m glad I’m yours.”

“ I think more people than you’d think would fight me to be here, touching you like this.” Ward pointed out, his lips brushing against the other's ear slightly. “Hm, damn right you’re mine.” 

“Well excuse me for enjoying the fact you like my hairy tummy. Considering you’ve got rippling abs, I appreciate you’re fine with my less so.”

“In what world are you anything less than a hundred percent sexy? Adorable hairy tummy included.”