And Then I Wrote Marvel

Prompts 9, 12, and 20

"I'm fully aware that it's one o'clock in the morning."
"You'd better hope my father didn't hear that."
"No, what you need is some pizza and a hug."
dad!Phil Coulson x Reader

Thanks to Tumblr user orderoftheflamingflamingos for requesting!

You were awoken by a loud sneeze. Normally, noises like that wouldn't startle you awake, but you were having a really strange dream anyway, so you were sort of thankful for the interruption. Curious as to who was awake and outside of their bunk at this hour, you sat up and turned on your lamp. Yawning, you then stood up and opened the sliding door to your bunk, revealing Skye sitting at the table with her laptop screen casting an eerie bluish-white glow on her face. Now that the door was out of the way, you could hear her sniffing and see the tear tracks on her face.

"You'd better hope my father didn't hear that," you remarked, leaning up against the doorframe while you waited for a head rush to clear.

"Oh, (Y/N), hey," she greeted you, quickly raising her sleeve up to wipe under her eyes. "Did I wake you up?"

"Yeah, but that's okay," you shrugged. "You know what time it is, right?"

"I'm fully aware that it's one o'clock in the morning," she affirmed. "But with everything that's been going on lately, it's kinda hard to sleep, you know?"

"I do, yeah, but I find that actually trying to go to sleep helps a lot better than keeping myself awake," you pointed out jokingly, gesturing to her laptop. You sat down on the adjacent side of the table from her. "So, is there anything specific that's got you so worked up tonight?"

"I think it's just the stress of everything getting to me all at once," she answered. "Fitz just woke up, and he's barely himself anymore, Jemma left because she felt like she made him worse, and now she's undercover at Hydra, there's a destructive, muderous trail that I leave wherever I go, we almost lost you--" she began choking up again-- "and Ward, I-I guess..."

"Ward, you guess?" you repeated. "Sounds more like that's mostly why you're crying."

"Sorry, it's really pretty stupid."

"No, listen, crying is okay. After everything that we've been through? Crying is expected, honestly. I just don't like doing it myself," you explained. "What about Ward is tearing you up so badly?"

"I..." She let out a shaky breath. "I had feelings for him. And he had feelings for me, or at least, I think he did."

"This may not be the time, but I feel like you should know that he kissed me."

"Oh my gosh, what? When?"

"Back when I was helping him unpack all of the Berserker Staff drama," you said. When he started sleeping with May, when he started opening himself up to you. Who knew my first kiss was going to try to kill me not too much later?"

"Such is the world of SHIELD, right?"

"Correct," you chuckled.

She had stopped crying for the most part, and had shut her laptop.

"Listen, don't feel like you need to get over this overnight, because that's not really how these things happen," you reminded her.

"But you have, haven't you?"

"Of course not, but I'm getting there. This hurts a lot more for you than it does for me, as far as I can tell, but just know that you can rely on my dad and me and anyone else on the team. We've all got to rely on each other."

"Thanks, (Y/N)." She ran her hand through her hair. "I just really feel like I need to put this all in the past and focus on the future."

"No, what you need is some pizza and a hug," you countered. "It shouldn't be too hard to convince my dad to land and grab some pizza tomorrow. We all beyond deserve that."

"No kidding," she agreed. "I think I'm going to go to bed now."

You heard the door to your dad's office open above you, and you and Skye looked up to see him, dressed in his old shirt and pajama pants combo, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"What are you girls doing up?" he yawned.

"We're talking about boys," you said. Technically it wasn't a lie.

"Trip?" he asked.

"Trip?" Skye repeated, curious.

You found yourself getting suddenly hot in the face and desperate to change the subject. "Can we get pizza tomorrow?"