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The betrayal of Grant Ward had broken the team.
Skye had lost her faith. She had let someone in, she never lets anyone in and Ward had taken her trust and destroyed it.
Jemma saw Grant as a role model. Someone who had achieved perfection in their field, she looked up to him. Now, she had lost the goal she had strived towards.
Coulson and May were doubting their abilities. Both of them high ranking agents and yet they had let a mole slide under their noses, completely undetected. If they had not noticed Ward feeding information to HYDRA, what else had that not noticed?
Agent (L/N) didn’t know what to do. All she knew now was that she needed to be the shoulder to cry in for her fiancé as he had been hurt the most by Ward.
She had waited by Fitz’s bedside for him to wake for days, losing hope that he would come back to her with every fleeting second. Watching him with tube and wires meticulously inserted tore a piece of her heart away, a piece she didn’t think would come back.
Jemma said he would wake at any moment now so all that (Y/N) could do was wait. Wait for him to open his eyes, wait for him to return to her.
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It took two weeks, three days, and eighteen hours for Leopold Fitz to wake up. (Y/N) spent all four hundred and twenty-six of those hours by his side, refusing to leave.
When he finally opened his eyes, (Y/N) felt like she could breathe again.
“Hey, baby.” She said softly, “How are you feeling?”
Fitz went to speak but as he said his first word, he realised he hadn't made a sound. He tried again but couldn't figure out how to form the words correctly.
He wanted to say how happy he was to see her, he wanted to tell (Y/N) how much he loved her and how happy he was to see that Ward hadn't hurt her. But he couldn't.
All he could do for now was relish is in comfort that (Y/N) could give him.