Agents of Charmed

Chapter 4

                 Ward woke up to a blinding light in his face. As his eyes adjusted, he made out Jemma Simmons' face over his. He tried to wrench away, but she had a needle in his side, stitching up his bullet wound. "Hello, Ward," Simmons grimaced.
                    "What am I doing here?!" He choked out.
                    "You're lucky the director ordered me to keep you alive," Jemma mused instead.
                    "Why? What pur—" Ward caught movement out of the corner of his eye and realized that Wyatt stood nearby, watching. "You!" Ward seathed, "Where's Christopher?! What have you done with him?!"
                    "No one calls him Christopher!" Wyatt snapped, surging forward. Simmons put a hand on his chest, "He's alive...for now. Bobbi is interrogating him."
                   
                    "Hellooooo!"
                    "Is this really necessary?!"
                    Chris' voice echoed off the walls of the cell, receiving no reply. He gazed down at the handcuffs that were holding him to the table. Maybe I should just orb out, he finally decided. He was about to when the cell door swung open.
                     Daisy Johnson leaned against the door jamb, "Well, Hail Hydra."
                     Chris grinned.
                     She stepped in but stopped short, "You were gonna orb out of those, huh? Go ahead."
                     Chris dematerialized and rematerialized next to her rubbing his wrists. "Masseltoff," Daisy said, sarcastically, "Lets go."
                     She led Chris to Coulsons office, where the director and Wyatt were in heated conversation. "Chris," Wyatt sighed, when he saw his brother, "Thank the elders you're alright." He hugged him roughly, thumping him on the back.
                     "Of course I'm alright. I'm glad to see you're alright. What happened after I got knocked out?"
                     "We got Ward, no thanks to you," Coulson said, bitingly.
                     "What do you mean?"
                     "The intel you gave us was faulty. It was a trap, we barely got out alive, and Ward wasn't stationed where you said he'd be,"
                     "But we got him! I led him where he needed to be, didn't I?"
                     "After quite the heart-to-heart,"
                     Chris stepped closer to the older man, challengingly, "What are you suggesting?"
                      "I think you know what I'm suggesting,"
                      "Hey, Chris didn't do anything wrong here," Wyatt interjected, "He would never turn his back on us. He's—"
                      "Wyatt, I want to talk to Chris in private please," Coulson interrupted, maintaining eye contact with Chris.
                      Wyatt looked from the director to his brother and back, before stammering, "Y—Yeah, sure."
                       As soon as the door closed behind him, it came out, "Chris, you're done."
                       "What?!" Chris cried, "Because of some faulty intel?!"
                       "That and it's clear that Ward got under your skin," Coulson was obviously trying to be gentle, but it was working about as well as it did when Chris' own father tried to be gentle.
                        "Bullshit,"
                        "Excuse me?"
                        "Maybe you've forgotten, but I'm not one of your damn spies!"
                        "No, my team would never have—"
                        "He's not under my skin, dammit! If anything, he's poked a bear with a stick, opening old wounds like that. I'm on board more than ever,"
                        "All the more reason to bench you. You're not thinking straight. Dismissed,"
                        "But—"
                        "I said dismissed!"

                        A few minutes after Chris left, Agent May appeared in Coulson's office. "You're going to question my decision to bench Chris," Phil guessed.
                       "He's a kid, Coulson. It's not like—"
                       "Look me in the eye and tell me you don't see in him what you saw in a young Ward. And that Ward sounded a lot like a John Garret to Chris,"
                       "That's different. Ward was a psychopath even before Garret,"
                       "He also reminds me of a certain god who ended my life the first time,"
                       May was silent, still standing at attention.
                       "Wyatt has told me stories about their escapades. Chris crushed three women's hearts. He sounds like—"
                       "Like the kind who can make the hard call, do what needs to be done."