Stay focused (y/n). Stay focused. You thought to yourself as you and Hunter entered Hydra's new base of operations. Praying you didn't see Grant Ward. You knew that if it came down to it, you couldn't kill him. You still loved him and that was never going to change. Ward even told you that it wasn't a lie that he loved you. That's why Coulson wanted you on this mission. You were the bait, and you hated it.

"(L/n) are you ready?" Hunter asked.

"Yes."

"Don't forget he's the bad guy. He tortured Bob. He deserves what's coming to him." You didn't say anything as you entered the base with Hunter, being led by Grant's second in command.

"They're here boss."

"So these are the two new-(y/n)? What are you doing here?" He asked as his eyes flashed with concern.

"What do you think? You know that Bobbi still lived after hours of torture." Hunter said as he slowly reached for the gun that one of the Hydra members next to him.

"Lesson learned. Next time rig the door with a grenade." Ward replied.

"Grant RUN!" You yelled as Hunter pulled out the gun and shot at Ward. Lunging to the side, you took the bullet instead, even though you were diving for cover.

"(Y/n)!" Both men yelled at the same time. The bullet hit you right in the stomach. Bullets were flying over your head as the two men yelled at each other, blaming the other for who's at fault for your injury as your bleeding out. Ward had a couple of his men cover him as he ran and got your body.

"Stay with me darling. Don't close those pretty eyes of yours." Grant said as you were starting to slip out of consciousness.

"I missed you Grant. But I'm going to take a nap right now, okay?" He pecked your lips as the two of you exited the building and sped off to the closest hospital. All you remember was Ward looking at you worriedly as the doctors took you away. Everything was a blur from there. Next thing you remember is feeling something warm in your left hand. To see what it was you opened your eyes to only be greeted by a blinding white light.

"Can somebody turn of the damn lights." You groaned.

"I thought that you weren't going to wake up." Ward said. Inspecting him, you noticed that there were large bags under his red and poufy eyes, he looked thinner and paler as well. How long were you out for?

"Two weeks. You died twice on the operating table. I thought I lost you forever this time (y/n)." He nearly cried. You heart broke at the sight. Squeezing his hand a little tighter, he placed his head on your stomach as he cried. You've never seen him cry before, maybe a tear here and there, but never this.

"You can't get rid of me that easily Grant." You joked as his crying subsided. A nurse entered the room and kicked Ward out. Tried to tell him to go and eat something. You enforced her decision and he obliged.

"He hasn't left your room, except to go to the bathroom, in the past two weeks. We nearly had to shove food down his throat at one point." The nurse told you.

"Oh really? Well I'm going to have to have a word with him about this later."

"So how long have you two been together?" The nurse asked as she was running some tests on you.

"No, Grant and I, no. We're not dating."

"I can see both of your eyes. The way you look at each other as if you won't see them if you look away. You know he's been very protective over you as well, he has to check over a person if he hasn't seen them before."

"God, that man needs to learn how to relax once in a while!" You exclaimed as the nurse finished up and left. Ward running in less than a second later. Bombarding you with questions on how you feel, if the nurse hurt you, all the fun stuff.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes! Now did you actually eat something?"

"Yes."

"You're lying. Go and eat. (Y/n)'s orders."

"I'll have someone bring me something. Do you know when you get discharged?"

"Forgot to ask. But I hope soon. Well if your not going to eat, get up here." You patted an open spot on the bed.

"No,"

"Stop. I know you haven't been sleeping either Grant. Now get you pretty ass on this bed and sleep with me."

"I don't think they want you doing any rigorous exercise (y/n)."

"Don't make me take back the offer." He got up wordlessly and joined you on the bed. Soon your eyelids drooped and you fell asleep with Grant holding you. Over the next couple weeks, Grant was glued to your side with nearly everything you do. Thankfully he didn't go into the bathroom with you when you had to go to the bathroom or take a shower. Right now you were enjoying your shower as you had some time to yourself. You were singing along to Uma Thurman by Fall Out Boy and goofing off. That was until you slipped after singing the first verse. Not long after the water was turned off and a worried Grant Ward was hovering over your naked body. You tried to cover yourself up as much as you could, but he already saw too much.

"(Y/n) where did you get those scars?" He croaked out.

"That's what you get for being a field agent for so long. You should know that too."

"But, (y/n)."

"No buts Ward. Just leave me be. Wait. Help me up?" You asked as he almost left. He chuckled at your innocence and picked you up and carried you bridal style to his bed. Without question, he laid you down and started kissing all of your scars. You gave him a curious look.

"Your so beautiful (y/n). Even with these scars." He whispered against your stomach. You laughed as his hands found the one ticklish spot on your body. He put all his attention to the one spot and didn't stop until you cried for mercy. Eventually giving in, you once again realized that you were naked and he wasn't. You grasped at the covers and covered yourself as much as you could with a bed that was tucked in so tight that it took a bit just to get a corner out. Grant laughed at you and took his clothes off.

"What ya doing?"

"What ever you want to do." He said as you let go of the covers and kissed him.

"Nothing to strenuous. Since you won't let me." You pouted.

"I think you're well enough right now."

"Good. I love you Grant."

"I love you too (y/n)." He said as you had your exercise.