Saving Grant Ward

Chapter Twenty-Nine

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I searched the hallways of the Helicarrier for Grant, with no luck. I sent him a quick text, being as vague as possible since it was a SHIELD communicator, but I didn't get anything back. Probably, he was still on the bridge. I decided to just go hover outside the doors there and wait for him, Coulson, or a response to my text. I needed to talk to somebody, now. Thankfully, it wasn't long before Grant appeared from behind the doors, looking worried. His eyes found mine instantly, and we moved quickly towards each other.

"Slater? What's wrong?"

"We need to talk," I said, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the doors to the bridge. "And we need to get emergency cell phones that aren't SHIELD comms."

"What? Why?"

"In case there's an emergency and I need to talk to you right away! Especially if it's something we need to keep between us! It'll be for absolute emergencies only, like the Batphone, so if it ever rings we'll know it's important and that we need to respond, like, immediately."

"Samantha!" Grant pulled against me, stopping us in the hallway and forcing me to whirl around and face him. "Are you alright?"

"No! I'm not!" I looked away from Grant and forced myself to take a deep breath. So far, no one else was around to overhear us, but we needed somewhere more private to talk. I saw a storage closet not too far down from us, so I pulled Grant over to it, refusing to stop and talk about anything until we were safely inside.

"Samantha," he said again, more insistent this time, as he held both of my biceps and met my eyes in the dim light of the closet. I'd shut the door behind us, and hopefully, no one would come looking. "What happened while I was on the bridge?"

I took another deep breath, trying to calm down again, then met Grant's eyes.

"I ran into Captain America in the hallway trying to force open a secure storage door."

Grant sighed and relaxed back from me, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling.

"Don't tell me: you helped him, someone caught you, and now you're in trouble with Fury?"

"No! Grant, this is serious! Way more serious than shit like that!"

Grant's attitude immediately shifted, especially when I swore. I did it rarely enough that it got his attention, and helped me make my point about how seriously I needed him to take this.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry, I didn't realize. Keep going."

"I asked him what he was doing, and he said he thought Fury was hiding something important. I decided to help him, since everyone I've ever heard talk about him says he has incredible do-gooder radar, and we found a crate in the storage area full of old Hydra weapons and gear!"

The color drained out of Grant's face immediately, and he looked at me with appropriate horror.

"Why would those be here?" he asked slowly.

I shook my head. "Steve said he thinks Fury's using the Hydra tech and the Tesseract tech to make weapons. It's not about clean energy, it never was. He lied to the entire agency, about all of it."

Grant took a long, deep breath, looking marginally calmer.

"Okay," he said, facing me again. "What have you done since you found the weapons?"