She wants to dance like Uma Thurman
And I can't get you out of my head

The blood, the blood, the blood of the lamb
Is worth two lions but here I am
And I slept in last night's clothes and tomorrow's dreams
But they're not quite what they seem

I can move mountains
I can work a miracle, work a miracle
Ooh, oh, oh, I'll keep you like an oath
May nothing but death do us apart..."

- Uma Thurman (Fall Out Boy)

Grant

I watch my ex-girlfriend drag Jemma away from me and out of my cell. Anger flares in my chest as everyone scrambles to steal away my scientist. It's offensive honestly, I could kill everyone in this base by myself if I had to. It'd suck balls, but I could do it. Pretending to be a white hat was so fucking grating, I know they think I was brutal undercover, but that was me holding back. The only person that could match me is Natasha Romanov and that's only because she was force fed the super soldier serum as a child. Growing up with an abusive older brother and father taught me to be tough and quiet from a young age, juvie taught me to observe and read everyone in the room without being clocked as a threat, the military taught me how to kill and protect, and Hydra taught me to combine everything I knew and embrace the brutal mother fucker I am. It wasn't until I became part of Coulson's dream team that I understood what true family could look like. It's funny how quickly it can all change and who turns out to truly love you when the truth comes out. I know everyone expected Daisy to be the one to forgive me and fall back into my arms, but I knew she never would. She was just an obsession with something I thought I could have. She's too much like me. Stubborn as fuck, loyal to a fault to her replacement father, refusing to listen because her pride is too big for her body, and a real lack of compassion. I mean yeah, she'd kill a bitch for kicking a puppy and cry for a child that died too soon, but the second she decides you're the enemy, you are no longer a person to her. I knew Jemma Simmons was special the moment I saw her. It wasn't just that she was beautiful and full of sunshine because let's face it, that woman is fucking blinding in her joy. It wasn't even the fact that she was brilliant and holy fuck does she make me feel dumber than a steaming pile of cow shit. Jemma Elizabeth Simmons is so goddamn good, I knew I could never touch her or hurt her. I didn't even know what to do with her in the early months undercover. There I was pretending to be a good guy and all I wanted was to have that tiny forbidden thing in my bed. Yeah, at first it was simple uncomplicated lust. Then she had to go and fuck it up by hugging me when I came out of surgery for getting shot three times in the chest. No one has ever hugged me and cried for me because I got hurt. I sit on my metal bed and close my eyes as I remember the scent of her floral Chanel perfume and the feel of her small arms and soft skin. I can almost block out Coulson's bitching. God, how has May not killed his ass by now? I feel like I'm back in middle school listening to a little girl whining about how life is so unfair.

"-Ward! Are you listening to me? This is serious damn it! I could give you to General Talbot as an anniversary gift and-"

I slowly peel open my eyes to see Coulson going red in the face from yelling. I let a smirk tug at my lips.

"Congrats. Didn't realize you and Talbot were a thing. That explains the sexual tension."

I wonder if his head will explode like the cartoon air head ads Thomas used to watch. If Coulson wasn't such a white hat I'd think he wanted to kill me from the face he's making. Maybe he's just constipated?

"I don't know what you have on her, but you leave Simmons out of this. Do you understand? If you don't I'll find Thomas and arrange an accident for him. Wouldn't it be a shame if someone were to rob them and accidentally shoot him and his pregnant girlfriend?"

I freeze and the smirk falls off my face as my control snaps. I slam my fists against the barrier in a rage. Coulson instinctively flinches away from me, knowing he just lost any control he had over me. No one, and I mean fucking no one, threatens my baby brother. Yeah, he's gonna die. Slowly.