And Then I Wrote Marvel

Prompts 13, 15, 36, 39, and 45

"Please come home."
"Are you out of your mind?"
"I want to be happy here with you, but I just can't."
"Stop saying that."
"What are you doing here?"
Grant Ward x Reader

Alright, that's the last of them!

"(Y/N), please come home," Daisy pleaded with you over the comms. "He's a psychopath. There's no knowing what he could do to you."

"No. I'm too close to finishing this mission to quit now," you protested.

"It's not quitting if it's too dangerous to carry it out."

"It's not as dangerous as you're making it out to be. Why are you doubting me?"

"I'm not doubting you, I just don't--" she let out an exasperated sigh-- "I couldn't stand it if this didn't go the way you want it to."

You stiffened. "This isn't your concern, Daisy. Why don't you give Coulson his receiver back so that he can run this mission?"

"Okay, I get it," she scoffed. "You don't want my opinion or care."

"Never did," you affirmed, loosening the bolts on a vent so you could drop down to the floor. "Look, Daisy, I want to be happy here with you, but I just can't. So put Coulson back on or I'm turning the comm off."

"Hey, are you out of your mind? You're rejecting the help of someone--everyone who cares about you on the minimal chance that someone who wouldn't hesitate to shoot you on sight decides to listen instead."

"Put Coulson back on."

"Stop saying that! Just listen to reason for a second--"

You turned your comm off, as promised. "As if she knows a thing about me," you scoffed bitterly. "As if any of them really do."

Grant Ward was almost directly beneath you, and you almost had the bolts completely off of the vent opening. The only problem was the other man walking next to him. It would be best if he weren't there in the first place, but since he was there, and didn't look like he was going to leave any time soon, you were going to have to take him out. The problem with that was that it would make you look like you were here with hostile intent and would undermine the purpose of your mission entirely.

In theory, you could wait as long as it took for him to leave, but you were impatient. You took the vent cover off and positioned yourself to drop. "Here goes nothing," you whispered to yourself. You switched your comm back on and then dropped.

You landed just behind the other man and quickly took him out with a quick strike to the neck.

As Ward pulled out his gun and readied to pull the trigger, you put your hands up and shouted, "Don't shoot!"

"What are you doing here?" he asked through gritted teeth. He kept his gun up and aimed at you.

"I'm defecting from SHIELD."

--

Daisy stared into thin air, tears welling up in her eyes. "What does she mean?" she whispered. She looked at Coulson, who was letting no emotion show through his blank face. "What does she mean, she's defecting?" she repeated, more angrily. "Is this part of her mission? Something you might have forgotten to mention to the rest of us?"

Coulson looked up at her, his face giving nothing away. "That's classified," he said simply.