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[vintageset]

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This is my open RP Meme thread. This thread is the place to drop me a random or pre-planned thread that does not have to do with any RP Games I am currently in. PSLs, Random Memes, MVU and so on are perfectly fine here. Just make it clear what world we are playing in either in the subject or in your tag! You don't even have to talk to me, just toss a tag up and I will reply to it as soon as I can. I'm very open. If I don't care for the subject matter, I'll PM you. Either way, let's have fun!

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AU.

[ingrantitude]

[Grant Ward has a purpose.

It's a real purpose. It's one that matters to him and has ever since SHIELD secured his freedom from the jail he'd been prepared to spend the rest of his life in. I want to offer you a second chance and an opportunity.

That's what frustrates him the most. Ever since San Pedro and Skye standing at whitehall's right hand, then everything in the chamber going dark and then the fire...

He hasn't slept. Not since relocating himself to the vault on the bus where he's just holding out his hands trying to make that same fire happen again. It's a ...if he doesn't control it it's a threat to everyone on the plane.

He can do this. ]

[vintageset]

[Phil's not happy about the turn of events. Losing Skye, Garrets pet and plant it seems, losing her to Whitehall now, and Trip's death, it all stacked up badly in his mind. And how he felt like he was losing Ward now too? It.... it hurt. It bothered him greatly.]

[He watched on the monitor as Ward held his hands out. Fitz and Simmons had been doing what they could to try to right this problem, but he knew better. This wasn't something they could correct. Though Fitz tried to hide it for Ward, to let him be... normal, it backfired and came back on him.]

[Now Phil had choices to make. May thought Ward was going to be a problem. Get him on a list and contained. Phil knew better. He'd trained Ward. HE trained him to be the best Agent he could train. In some ways Ward had surpassed him.]

[It felt unfair to lock him up like this, even is Ward was the one to put himself in here.]

[Unlike others it seemed, Phil didn't fear getting burned. Not yet. He can tell the other was trying to control it. Jemma was working on gloves, but he wasn't sure how much he liked the idea.]

[He came down to the plane, opening the door with a slow knock before coming in, closing it behind him. He brought a brown paper bag of things.]

How are you doing?

[ingrantitude]

[Ward pushes himself too hard for the group on a good day but today whenever he closes his eyes he sees Skye falling to the side, slumping against the wall as he ran past her fighting the urge to go back and pull her away from everything. She could be helped if ...

No. No there was no if. Something had called him to the chamber.

He's pacing back and forth trying to call that same fire back to his hands and shove the image of Skye away.]

....Practice makes perfect. I think.

Any word on HYDRA?

[vintageset]

[He's worried, for the most part. He knows that the man was close to Skye, and if HE himself is hurting from the betrayal, poor Ward must be really bad off. Not to mention this change. Phil came in, standing there a moment longer, watching the other.]

[Ward knows right now he can't really give him information. Mostly because there is nothing there to give.]

Same as before. Nothing.

[he came closer though, something a lot of people haven't seemed to manage with Ward right now. Came closer and sat the bag down on the bed side beside him, and yes, after a moment, Phil just took a seat on the edge of the fold down bed.]

Brought you some things. Fitz had Jemma make him a sandwich, so that's in there as well. He mentioned something about you not throwing it away this time however? [what ever that meant. There were a few books in the bottom as well, used ones, so if they got burnt, no biggy. And a few odds and ends]

[ingrantitude]

...Care package. [Ward's smirk turns into a smile.] What've I done to deserve this.

[He remembers that - being outed officially by setting Jemma's computer on fire. He buries his head in his hands and pulls at his hair. He shakes his head and he pulls out the sandwich. Touching the bread there's a hiss and the bread comes away burned.

Ward closes his eyes] I want back in the field as soon as I can. I just need time to control this.

[vintageset]

Care package. [he said with a small shrug and leaned forward, elbows on his knees, head turned to look at the other as he toasted the bread like that. Or, well, burnt it.]

If there's one thing I know, its that you are a fast study. You'll figure this out. There are a couple of books in there. Paper. If you want to read them you'll have to figure out how. Use your mind in a new way. Think outside of the flaming box.

[It was warm in here, man. This was seriously saying something, as the bus was very Air Conditioned. But he didn't say that. And... and Ward, please. Back in the field? You're going on the list. There... there is no field after this. Or... some would say there is no field. Coulson wants to believe he can get it under control and back in the field.]

[He doesn't say anything about that right now.] You've got the time. We'll figure this out.

[ingrantitude]

[Think outside the flaming box.] Is Simmons okay? [That fire. The way it had been handled.

He runs his head through his hands.] Didn't mean to spend so much money flame proofing things.

[vintageset]

Simmons is fine. She's more worried about what she can do to help you then anything else. [He said with a soft smile, not at all happy to see Ward like this. He feels helpless at the moment.]

Don't worry about all that right now. What you need to concern yourself with is actually controlling this so you can get back to a somewhat normal life. [it'll never be normal again] Or at least something that resembles normal.

[ingrantitude]

[It's unexpected. Ward's eyes narrow and he lays his head back against the wall before he drags a hand through his hair and pulls it away quickly.]

Might be easier if you tried ordering me to produce a fireball or something.