Facing Your Past [Book 1]: A Grant Ward FanFic.

Chapter 3 - The Virus

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It's been a crazy few weeks for Coulson's team. Skye went on her first solo mission; they couldn't save Dr Franklin Hall or catch Ian Quinn, but other than that, it was quite successful. They saved an old SHIELD agent called Akela Amador and found a new type of eye technology. Skye's boyfriend sold out a Chinese magician, she also betrayed the team by selling them out to her boyfriend, and both are now tagged so can't use tech. They are now on their way to Wrigley, Pennsylvania to investigate what someone described as 'floating bodies'.

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"Working up a good sweat there sir?" Simmons asked as Coulson ran on the treadmill.

"I don't sweat, I glisten." He replied.

"Blood pressure, heart rate, biochems all normal. All that's left is the blood sample." Simmons informed Coulson as he slowed his running and stepped off the treadmill.

"You should know I'm not a fan of being poked." Coulson warned.

"Tell me sir, have you been feeling under the weather lately?" Simmons asked.

"Why?"

"I just noticed that from your chart, that you're not due for a physical for another 3 months." Simmons checked.

"I made a mistake, I took a call from my physical therapist, asked how I was feeling. I said a little rusty, next thing you know I'm wired to this hamster wheel." Phil explained.

"Well, you can tell your physical therapist that you're fit as the proverbial fiddle. Especially for a man of your age." Simmons assured.

"A man of my age? That's something you say to an old person." Coulson commented a little offended.

"Is it?" Simmons played dumb trying not to offend her boss, "Let's get you some electrolytes, shall we?"

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Ward put a mag into the night-night pistol, raised it up as if there was a target in front of him then, slowly put it down.

"Sorry Fitz, it's close but it's just not right." Ward criticised.

"Really? Cause Agent Coulson had no problems." Fitz said disappointed.

"It's an ounce too heavy." Grant stated.

"An ounce? Seriously?" Skye quoted.

"It's the difference between success and failure, when you're on a roof-top with a 15 MPH wind, your target is 500 yards away-" Ward tried to explain.

"Yeah, but we do have a rifle." Fitz stated.

"Loose the ounce." He ordered.

"Yeah, okay, I'm on it." Fitz piped down until Ward left the room. "'Loose the ounce'." Fitz mumbled under his breath and put his hands on his hips. "I'm Agent Grant Ward... I can shoot the legs off a flee from 500 yards... as long as it's not windy."

"Wow, that's perfect." Taylor and Skye laugh at Fitz's impression.

"Hey, that's a sound I haven't heard in a bit." Fitz pointed out.

"Well, you wouldn't be laughing a whole lot if you were living in Ward's doghouse." Skye complained.

"You made the rounds, apologised to us all, what more can he ask?" Fitz highlighted.

"Yeah, I don't trust you completely, but I do see you as a friend, I would be a hypocrite if I didn't at least accept your apology." Taylor added.

"I have been busting my ass memorising every SHIELD protocol manual, following every order 'yes sir' 'no sir', I even let them tag me like a stray dog. I mean, I know I lied to you guys, but I was trying to protect my boyfriend." Skye explained.