Agents of SHIELD x Reader- Are People Born Evil?

SPOILER-IFIC FOR MARVEL'S AGENTS OF SHIELD PEOPLE. YOU HATH BEEN WARNED. Also, warning for massive feels.

*Things in italics are memories*




"You're a shitty S.O."

"I am not, you just need to concentrate harder."

"I AM CONCENTRATING." 

"Look at the target, take a deep breath, aim.. and shoot. I know you can do it." 

Muttering profane language, you took Grant's advice and took a deep breath, concentrating on the seemingly impossibly far target. Lifting up your pistol, you carefully aimed and took the shot. Your very first bullseye.

"See? You did great!" Grant smiled and pulled you close for a tight hug. 

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You sighed and shook your head, trying to clear out the memories. Any emotion, or feelings connected to those moments with Grant were bullshit. He was just acting, just on a mission. He doesn't care. At least, that's what you kept telling yourself. 

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"No, Grant we can't.." You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he gently tugged you in a supply closet. 

"Why not, Y/N? We're only going to be in Peru in 30 minutes. There's nothing we can do until then.." Grant grinned and locked the door behind you, his hands sliding down to your hips as his soft, warm lips met yours.

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Taking a deep breath, you ran your fingers through your hair and swallowed thickly to hold back the tears. Why couldn't you suppress the memories? It shouldn't mean anything, any of it. Nothing that happened with Grant should be affecting you now. You're an agent of SHIELD, a huge part of your job is to be detached from everyone. But not with him. You couldn't with him, could you? You were definitely attached to him.

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You traced patterns over his bare chest as his fingers lazily combed through your hair. Your bare legs tangled with his. To be honest, you enjoyed these moments more then anything. You liked this better then the sex. It was times like this that you started to think in the back of your mind that you truly loved him. That this was more then just a little something to keep your minds of everything you as agents had to deal with. You wondered if he felt the same..

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Growling deep in your throat, you threw a violent punch at the punching bag in front of you, the pain searing up your arm. You pushed down the tears stinging at your eyes and hit the bag harder, not wanting to give in to these emotions. He didn't deserve to have gotten this kind of reaction from you. You hit the punching bag again and again. Your knuckles started to bleed. Red stained the material, but you didn't stop, hitting the bag with more and more intensity every punch. 

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"I think I'm in love with you.." Grant's eyes widened. 

"You're in love with me?"

"I'm sorry, I know because of our job and-"

"I love you too.." Grant stepped closer and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. He leaned down and kissed you passionately. You had never been kissed by anyone like that. You melted into his embrace and kissed back, resting your palms flat on his chest.

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Strong arms reached around you and firmly held your wrists, preventing you from injuring yourself further. You collapsed back into Phil's arms and let out the strangled sob from somewhere deep within you. 

"Shh..." Phil turned you around and let you bury your face in his chest, gently stroking your hair as you cried, your shoulders shaking as the sobs wracked your body. 

"I lo-loved him." You cried, your voice breaking. 

"I know, Y/N.. I know.." 

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"You look beautiful. I almost don't want you to go undercover, wouldn't want anyone taking what's mine.." You grinned and hugged him tightly, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

"No worries, Grant. I'm only yours. I promise." You started to walk out of the Bus, but he grabbed your wrist and tugged you back against him. Grant leaned down and pressed a kiss to your nose. 

"I love you. Be careful."

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"I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have reacted like that.." You said softly, looking down as Jemma wrapped your hands with bandages. The rest of the team stood around, watching.

"Crying is okay. But hitting things until you hurt yourself isn't." Coulson said quietly. "It's okay to feel hurt about what Ward did. We're all hurt, but you especially. We still don't know why he felt a special need to get you so attached to him, but maybe it means something."

"I like to believe it's because he really cared." You sighed. 

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"Oh my god. WE NEED A MEDIC! Stay with me, Y/N. Please.. please.." Grant's voice broke as he held you close to him. The blood seeped out of the gunshot wound to your stomach. He tore off his shirt and held it against you, trying desperately to stop the bleeding. 

"...Grant?" You groaned. 

"Shh.. yes, it's me, baby. Just hold on, the medics are coming. You're going to be alright." His warm tears splashed onto your face as you slowly faded from consciousness. 

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Could somebody really fake that? You were lying on your bed now, looking up at the ceiling. Since you couldn't seem to stop the memories, you decided you might as well remember them. Maybe there was something he'd let slip during your time together. Something that would help you find him. 

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You blinked your eyes open, your vision dark and blurry. Your lips felt dry and your throat burned. "Mmh.." 

"Y/N? You okay?" You turned your head and looked at Grant, smiling weakly. 

"Oh, yeah. Wonderful." He rolled his eyes and moved from the chair he was sitting in to kneel beside the bed. He kissed your forehead. 

"Are you hurting? You're in a med-pod back on the bus. Simmons can give you some more pain medication.." 

"I'm okay, Grant." He nodded and reached for your hand, holding in both of yours. His lips brushed over your knuckles. 

"I was so worried that I was going to lose you.." He pressed a kiss to the back of your hand, then turned it over, kissing your palm.

"Can't get rid of me that easy, Agent. I'm here to stay." You teased. 

"Good." Grant leaned down and kissed you softly. 

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A gasp fell from your lips as the plane suddenly veered sharply to the right. You quickly got out of bed and grabbed your gun, opening up the door to your bunk. "What's going on?" Skye had just pulled herself out of her bunk as well.

"No idea, we should go find Phil." The two of you ran down a hallway and nearly ran into Coulson. 

"What's happened, Phil? Is May okay?" Almost as an answer to your question, Melinda ran down the hallway from the direction of the cockpit. 

"Grant has control of the Bus. We need to get in there." 

"Grant?" Your eyes widened slightly. 

"Yes. We need to go. I know how upset you are. Just channel your anger and use it if you have to take him out."

"I DON'T DO HATE FU." You yelled after her as she ran down towards the labs. 

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A kiss to your forehead. "Grant?" You giggled. Nose, cheeks, across your jawline, down your neck, over your collarbone, back up to your lips. Quick, sweet kisses. 

"I love you." 

"I love you too, Grant, what is this about?" He just shook his head and held you closer, nuzzling your neck. 

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The memories were quite frustrating now. You had to concentrate. God knows where Grant was taking the Bus. You took your gun and headed towards the cockpit. Kicking down the door, you stepped inside. He didn't even look up at you. 

"Y/N. Get out. Run away. I don't want to hurt you." 

"Oh, really?" You laughed sarcastically and pointed the gun at his head. "Move away from the controls, Ward." He turned around quicker then you could have prepared for and knocked the weapon out of your hands, standing up and pinning you to the wall. 

"I said. Get out."

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"Always remember that I love you, Y/N. Please? Just remember that for me."

"Of course I'll remember that, Grant. I know you love me." You smiled and hugged him tightly, still somewhat confused by this random display of affection. Your confusion heightened as he started to cry. "Grant? Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." 

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It was quite clear what that conversation had been about now. The team had found out that he was Hydra the next day. "I'm not leaving, Grant. You know I can't." You wriggled one hand out of his grasp and punched him in the face. He reeled back as blood poured out of his nose. Without taking your eyes off him, you picked your gun back up and pointed it at him. "Give me one reason I shouldn't kill you. You fucking bastard." You hissed. 

"Because it was real. It was all real, Y/N. You really meant everything to me."

"I'm sure." You scoffed. "You don't even know-"

"I do know. You're pregnant." 

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You felt like you were going to throw up. Tears streamed down your face as the test clattered to the floor. Positive. It read positive. You were going to have Grant's baby. 

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Your breath hitched in your throat. "Did Simmons tell you? How did you get her to tell you?" 

"I just knew, Y/N. I may not be a scientist, but you were different." 

"I didn't even know until you left!" 

"Mood swings. Random cravings. You threw up almost every morning. I'm surprised you didn't notice it, and you're the agent who never misses anything, right?"

"Stop. Just stop, Grant. I don't need to talk about this with you. I could shoot you. I could call Coulson, have your sorry ass hauled off to the Fridge." Tears started to stream down your face despite your best efforts, but you held the gun steady. 

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"Y/N. Terribly sorry, but I really need to talk to you." You raised an eyebrow and looked at Jemma. 

"What is it?"

"I know about the pregnancy. I think you should let me give you some vitamins and supplements and all that.." A sigh fell from your lips. 

"Alright.."

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"Let me explain, Y/N. Let me explain everything."

"NO, GRANT! You can't fucking explain this! You played me. Played all of us. You are a god damn Nazi. I wish I didn't have your baby." His face fell. 

"Please. You know I could get away right now if I really wanted to, Just let me-"

The sound of the gunshot rang out through the bus. The rest of the team ran in, but it was too late.