Hail HYDRA | Skyeward

Episode 6: FTTZ

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"C-8." Grant said as he sat across from Skye who was smiling when she looked down at her board her smile faded and she sighed.

"Hit."

Grant smirked and Skye was about to take her own turn when Coulson came in. "We're landing, pack the game away or tidy it up bit by bit when it all falls off the desk."

"Fine," Skye said as she packed her own game up and handed it to Grant who placed the games back in his bunk.

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Grant and Skye then go down to the lab, Grant's loading a night-night gun. The gun lights up and he makes a pleased sound, then he pulls the gun up to look through the sights. Fitz is standing next to him watching with a pleased expression. Grant then puts the gun down.

"Sorry, Fitz. It's close, but it's just not right."

"Really? Cause Agent Coulson had no problems." Fitz replied with a confused expression.

"It's an ounce too heavy." Grant replied.

Skye who was sitting at one of the computer terminals spun around, confusion written on her features. "An ounce? Seriously?" she asked.

Grant just stares at her keeping his voice even, telling her something she already knows, while he speaks Fitz picks up the gun and is weighing it in his head and hand. "It's the difference between success and failure. When you're on a roof-top with a 15 mile per hour wind, your target is 500 yards away..."

"Yeah, but we do have a rifle." Fitz speaks up, Grant shoots him a look. "Lose the ounce."

"Yeah, okay. I'm on it."

Grant walks out of the room while Fitz shoots an annoyed look at his back, something that Skye chuckled at. ""Lose the ounce"." Fitz changes his accent to that of an American one, he even lowers his voice to imitate Ward. He picks up the gun and sees to develop an old western style swagger.

"I'm Agent Grant Ward..." Skye hears this and looks over amused. "I can shoot the legs off a flea from 500 yards," Fitz switches back to his normal voice. "As long as it's not windy." Skye begins to laugh, Fitz looks over at her and gives her a big smile. He sets the gun down and turns to her more fully.

"You know I'm so angry with Miles but at least we spoke the same language." Skye said as she closed the lid of her laptop and stood up standing across from Fitz.

"Yeah, a bit like we do." Fitz moves his finger between himself and Skye. "Totally. You and Simmons are so tight, it's like you're psychically linked." Fitz makes a face, that wasn't what he meant. "No, you...No. Actually, no. I don't think so."

"Ward was in here again? Let me guess, the night night pistol." Simmons said as she walked into the lab setting down one of her tablets onto the table. "Yeah," Fitz then turned around. "He said it was off by an ounce."

Simmons scoffed. "Of course he did." Fitz looks at Skye as Simmons puts her hands on her hips behind him. When she speaks she has also adopted an American accent and deepens her voice to imitate Ward. While she does this Skye shoots a look to Fitz. "I'm Agent Grant Ward, and I could rupture your spleen with my left pinky – blindfolded." Skye laughs at her impression when the doors open.

The three of them all turn to see Grant walking back into the lab and have to conceal their smiles and laughter. "Hey, hustle up and grab your gear. We're on a mission." They are all trying to keep a straight face after Simmons' impression of Grant, but they're snickering a bit.

Grant frowns slightly and walks closer to them. "Something funny?" They look at each other shaking their heads. When Simmons speaks she's back to her normal voice. "Poor, silly Fitz," She picks the night-night gun up and holds it out to Ward. "He mistakenly left a dummy round in the pistol. Should be proper now."