"Hail Hydra" Grant Ward X Reader (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2

A/N: S/N: Ship name for you and Ward.

"Ward, L/N. Wake up!" May yells.

"What the hell?" I ask while rubbing my eyes.

"I'll let you two wake up a little more." She says plainly and closes the door.

"So, I'm hot and totally your type?" Ward asks.

"Shut up." I reply. "We should go see what the hell is going on out there."

Ward and I walk out of the room and to the lab.

"So what did that get us?" He asks.

"Skye's sending us the rest of her decrypted files on Centipede. But I have her audio. I've loaded it up." Fitz explains.

"Nice work." Coulson says.

"Now, using motion estimation, Bayesian inference, a beam splitter, And a little diffraction theory, Our mystery man Appears. It's like magic. But it- it's science."

"Shut up, Fitz."

Long story short, the dude who blew the lab up had a centipede looking thing on his arm which is giving him exessive strength. And he didn't bring a bomb. He was the bomb.

"Poor man didn't bring an explosive." Simmons says. "And Mike has the same stuff in his system."

"And judging by his strength level, a lot more." Ward replies.

"S-so any minute now Mike is gonna-" Fitz stutters.

"He'll take out anyone within a two-block radius."

"No clue who else lived in the suburbs but two blocks is a lot." I explain.

"Well, you wanted a bomb." Coulson tells Ward.

"I'm going to get ready." I say.

"Me too."

I grab a pistol and put it in my pocket. Ward gets a gun ready. Coulson walks in.

"I was watching the footage from earlier." He says.

"Oh joy." I reply sarcastically.

"You two really embarrassed yourselves." He laughs. "I mean, Ward, you're Y/N's type. And Y/N, we've been friends for almost four years and you never told me you were married. How long ago?"

"He died five years ago. Now can we stop talking about this?"

"Skye's good at coming up with ship names. I mean, S/N is pretty good."

"How about Philinda. Phil and Melinda?" I retort.

"Nice one." Ward whispers.

"Ward and I are probably never going to happen."

"Sir. He didn't explode because he was angry." Simmons starts. "The two are connected. It it's kind of a chemical surge. But calming him down will buy him a minute at most. He will detonate within the next few hours."

"Solution?" Coulson asks.

"Isolate him, get him away from people."

"Or."

"Put a bullet through his brain." Fitz states.

"If he's dead, this irradiated metabolic process will stop."

"We need to come up with a third option. One that doesn't involve Mike's son losing a father." Coulson demands.

"We have a couple of hours at most. There's no way we could posiibly-"