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A lot of people would describe Grant Ward as a lot of different things. Murderer. Traitor. Sociopath. What no one would ever -including himself- would consider call him a family man.
There was no way in hell he would've brought another human being into this world. He'd screw them up just like his parents screwed him up. There's no way he'd do that to someone else. But marriage... That was a different story. Of course it wasn't the person who he expected.
But here he was thinking back to when he was on the steps of the court house in Armolo, Texas; Kara -his WIFE- in his arms.
They just were getting back from the restaurant, they stopped in a mini honeymoon and splurged heading to the car.
"Are you happy to be back in Mexico?"
"Of course, Baby." He said. "Kara Palamas Ward. How does that sound?"
"Well that's technically not my married name. That's what we get for using fake names to do it."
They were on their way back to the car they... acquired. Bakshi still in the trunk.
"Now we can start tracking down Morse. And you can get closure."
When they were about eight yards away their car exploded throwing them both back.
Ward got up dragging Kara with him. They headed back in the direction of the restaurant. As soon as they turned and got ten feet a car next to them was peppered with sniper bullets. They turned around and went the opposite direction back towards the car.
Right after they reached the car the bullets stopped them yet again. They turned 90 degrees.
"Grant. They're leading us to where they want us to go!"
"I know!"
"Bakshi's dead! What are we supposed to do with out him?"
"I don't know."
Gun fire irrupted all around them. They ducked into the alley. At the end was a metal gate. But that's not what worried Ward. It was the woman at the end of the alley in a SHIELD field uniform.
She drew a gun from her tigh holster and before he can react Kara fell next to him. "No!"
He knelt down next to her and realized it was only an ICER and Kara was going to be fine. "Hello, Skye." He said cooly. "Where's the rest of the team. May? Coulson? Tripp? Morse!"
He realized he must've put more emphasis on Morse's name than he thought. His espionage skills had gotten rusty in the last five months. Skye's eyes widened then narrowed in amusement. "You don't get a lot of America news down here, do you?" She said with a grin.
"What do you want?"
"I need your help."
He stared at her in disbelief. "Why the hell would I help you? The last time we were face to face you put 4 bullets in me."
"Yeah and the last time we met without a barrier you threatened to to rape me!"
Grant was about to respond with a smart comment, when a hand gripped around his neck. His was spun around like a rag doll going in a full circle before being released.
He hit the gate causing it to rattle. Skye dove out of the way at the last moment. As he could only see shaking images. Skye stood over him
"What the hell?"
"You failed to mention that!" Grant kind of recognized the voice. But it was like he had heard it on TV or a movie.
"And now you see why! We kinda need him in one piece to help."
The was a roaring like a jet before another voice spoke up. "Well he's alive isn't he?"
He looked up to see both Captain America and Iron Man. "Yeah. It's not quite the team you remember."