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"I was on a mission," Ward sighed, his eyes closing. "It wasn't personal."

"It wasn't-" Skye huffed, "you did not just say that!- It wasn't personal?" She remarked angrily, her tone raising, face flushing, pallor.

"Skye," he piped up softly, "listen to me-"

"God, you might actually believe that," she scowled irritably, her face heating up swiftly. "That i- that is the twisted logic that they teach you when you sign up to be a Nazi." She added on declaratively, pointing a free finger in his direction.

He looked at her in dismay, frowning. "Stop. Wait- I am not a Nazi." He protested.

"Yes- you are." She insisted. "That is exactly what you are. It is in the S.H.I.E.L.D handbook, Chapter 1, The Red Skull, founder of Hydra." She clenched her fists. "The big, fat, frickin' Nazi." She concluded.

"That has nothing to do with today-"

"You know you always had that Hitler, youth look, and for you, it's really not that surprising." She crossed her arms beneath her chest, spitting out her inner thoughts.

"It's not like that," he frowned, "I'm a spy. I had a job."

"You've killed, I don't know how many people." She spat out. "You gonna kill me now?" Her eyes became glossy, her mind rotating back to that one event occurring a while back.

"No," he said simply. "I would never hurt you."
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