Coronation Of Flame (A Marvel Fanfic)

Chapter 5: F.Z.Z.T

Hi again! Ok, so this chapter was really fast to write, and edit and such, surprisingly. Hopefully, I can keep up the speed as well as balance homework. I doubt that will happen, side this week I had little homework, but anyway. I will be putting in the link for a soundtrack I compiled in this chapter's matching flashback, so be sure to listen to it!

Enjoy!

Chapter 5: F.Z.Z.T

If Ward was trying to appear like a formidable espionage veteran; it was working. He clasped the pistol, slamming a round into it and aimed it right at my forehead.

Even with my reputation, that killer stare sent shivers down my spine.

Ward shook his head and handed the prototype back to Fitz, "Sorry, it's close, but it's just not right." Fitz looked up at him, utterly disappointed, scarlet button down working in his favour. "Really? Because Agent Coulson had no problems."

"It's an ounce too heavy."

On her side of the lab, Skye paused her incessant typing to face us, "An ounce? Seriously?" I chuckled, "Even I have to admit that's tiny."

"It's the difference between success and failure. If you're on a rooftop with 15 mile an hour wind, your target is 500 yards away-" "Yeah but we do have a rifle," Fitz pointed out, a hand on his hip. I would really hate breaking his trust later on- Fitz was adorable.

The Specialist braced his hands on the desk, "Lose the ounce." Fitz nodded in submission as Ward walked out with stealth. "Yeah, ok, on it."

Returning to studying the chemicals in the lab's fridge, Fitz muttered, "Lose the ounce." He put on a nasally accent, "I'm Agent Grant Ward, and I could shoot the legs off a flea from 500 yards, as long as it's not windy."

Both Skye and I chortled, any thoughts about Thorium-229 and Krypton-78 I was inspecting out of mind. Fiddling with his invention, Fitz gave us a sheepish grin. It was times like these I wished he at least, wasn't S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Hey. That's a sound I haven't heard in a bit," he stated, putting the pistol down. Skye abandoned her computer, "You wouldn't be laughing if you were living in Ward's doghouse."

"At least you don't have the Cavalry's silent judgement."

"You apologised to us all. What more could he ask?" He had a point; ever since Skye tipped off Miles, Ward had gone all 'unnecessarily strict teacher.'

"I don't know!" Skye sighed, "I have been busting my ass, memorised every S.H.I.E.L.D protocol, following every order. 'Yes sir,' 'no sir,' I even let them tag me like a stray dog," she held up the metal bracelet which now controlled her technology usage, "I know, I lied to you guys but I was trying to protect my boyfriend."

"We all make mistakes. Who cares about your ex-boyfriend?" he stuttered.

It had been 2 weeks since the whole Miles fiasco, but he lingered in our conversations, like a chocolate stain. "No offence Skye but I didn't like him." More like loathed, but best to tone it down when the break up was fresh.

"None taken," she answered, and left her seat, "It's not like I'm comparing Ward to Miles but, at least with Miles I didn't have to worry about passive aggressive stuff. We spoke the same language."

"Yeah, a bit like we do," Fitz agreed, gesturing between us. I almost puked, or laughed, maybe both. "You and Simmons are so tight, it's like you're psychically linked," the orphan replied. In the approximate month I'd been here, the two scientists finished each other sentences so much it was like they were in a Disney movie.