Your hands hung over your head as you looked at the ground beneath you. Hydra had captured you when they were taking over SHIELD. The only reason they didn't kill you was because you were a level nine agent. You were being tortured for information by John Garrett and Grant Ward. You both were on Coulson's team, and had become very close during the short time. Grant had been questioning you, but would never lay a finger on you. That was reserved for Garrett.

"Kill her." Garret order Ward. You were silent the entire time, never You loved him, but didn't know if he loved you back. Looking up, you could see the sadness in his eyes. If that bullet didn't kill you, the look he was giving you would. Your eyes started watering, and so did his. Grant started shaking his head and muttering something. "What was that boy?"

"I won't kill her." Ward said firmly. Garrett slapped him.

"Kill. Her. Now." Garret growled.

"No." Ward had a look of pure determination on his face as he turned the gun towards Garrett. He laughed.

"You really think that you're going to kill me? After all, that I've done for you." Garrett tried to reason and now it was your turn to laugh. Both men looked at you confused. They didn't realize that since they haven't fed you for days, you've lost a significant amount of weight.

"He might not, but I will." You said as you slipped out of the restraints and used all of the remaining strength you had and did a kick ass flying kick, and it hit Garret right in the stomach. Grant took the opportunity and shot Garrett in the stomach.

"I didn't think you had it in ya Ward." Garrett chuckled as he pointed his gun at you. A gunshot echoed throughout the room and it fell silent. You didn't have time to comprehend until you felt Ward wrap his arms around your waist, bringing you flush against his chest. He started crying, and it killed you inside to see this strong and brave man, broken to the point where he was told to kill one of his friends in cold blood. Ward pulled you even closer and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"I love you (Y/n). Please don't leave me. Can you promise that?" He whispered. You pulled his face away from your neck and made him look into your eyes. He kept his eyes looking at his feet.

"Look at me Grant. I love you too and I promise not to leave you, as long as you promise me the same thing." You said and looked into his eyes. Instead of showing sadness, they showed hope and happiness. He leaned in and connected his lips to yours for the first time, and it felt as if fireworks were going off. When you pulled back for air, you two smiled at each other and ran as far away as you could from both Hydra and SHIELD. Never turning back, you kept your names and erased all records of your previous existence. You made your way to Los Angeles and settled in there. Grant worked for a private security firm, and you worked as a barista for the moment. That started three months ago, and you were living happily with Grant. Ever since that day he was ordered to kill you, he became a new man.

"Sweetheart what do you want to do today?" He asked as his arms wrapped around your waist.

"Grant, there's something I need to tell you." You said nervously. His grip tightened.

"What is it (Y/n)?"

"I was wondering if we wanted to expand our little family."

"We're not getting a cat (Y/n/n). They never like me."

"I'm pregnant." You blurted out, realizing that he'd probably never get the hint.

"You're-I'm-We're going to be parents?"

"If you don't want it-"

"No! I want our kid, but what do we tell it about our past?"

"Maybe we ask Skye about that."

"Please don't tell her! Plus, we're not supposed to be talking with anybody associated with SHIELD or Hydra."

"But Grant. Imagine how much the team would spoil our baby!"

"That's what I'm afraid about."