And Then I Wrote Marvel

Prompt 8

8. "No one's going to hurt you, okay?"
Phil Coulson/brother!Grant Ward x Reader

"He cares about me, yeah, but we have to find our sister before he gets to her," Thomas pleaded. "How much he loves her makes me look like nothing."

Coulson raised his eyebrows. "That's impressive. So, where do we find her?"
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You were sitting at a cafe table alone, sipping your soda and munching on some wedge fries, glancing around you nervously, when Thomas and Coulson found you. They approached you cautiously, not wanting to alert you to anything suspicious. "(Y/N) Ward?" Coulson asked you.

Your eyes widened as you saw one of your brothers and a man in a dark suit coming towards you. You didn't register which one of your brothers it was, but you got up as quickly as you could and tried to run away, ditching your fries. You didn't want to have anything to do with any of your brothers anymore. It was safer that way.

"(Y/N), wait, please!" Thomas called to you.

You stopped and turned back, relieved. "Oh, thank goodness, Thomas, it's you. I thought you might have been Grant for a second, and..." you sighed. "I don't know what to do anymore."

"Come with us," Coulson suggested. "We can keep you safe from Grant and Hydra."

Thomas walked forward and pulled you into a tight embrace. You let your tears spill out of your eyes. "I'm so scared, Tommy," you whispered.

"No one's going to hurt you, okay?" he reassured you, stroking your hair.

"But Grant might!" you exclaimed. "No one knows where he is, and he already hurt Christian, our parents, and if he finds us, we're right on his list!"

"Hey, listen to me, okay? You and I come with these guys, and we're completely safe. Grant won't be able to find us, and these guys'll catch him. They'll make us safe again."

"How can you be sure?"

Thomas looked around, wondering why he was so sure. "I guess I just am."

"Let's discuss this on the jet," Coulson said. "We need to be gone two minutes ago. Get your fries and come with me."
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"You're gonna share those, right, (Y/N)?" Thomas asked you, staring your fries down hungrily. Despite the stress of the situation, you two were definitely still siblings.

"I mean, if you want some, take some," you replied, noncommittally holding out the paper tray to him.

"Oh, no, it's fine. I'm not--"

"Tommy, if you're hungry, eat. What's the point of asking for them and then refusing them?"

"If you put it that way," he took a few and shoved them in his mouth.

"You never were exactly the daintiest eater, were you," you groaned, pinching  the bridge of your nose.

He grinned with his mouth full of fried potato. "Nope."

Coulson reached over and touched a fry with his index finger. "You don't mind if I--"

"Oh, dude, go ahead," you permitted, pushing the tray in his direction, as well. "It's the least I can do in return for what you're doing for me."

"Thanks. I haven't really eaten anything all day, so...yeah, thanks."