"Where are we going?" Skye sighed in annoyance at Ward as they went into the forest instead of towards a town to get help.

He rolled his eyes and turned to face her, "I'M going into the forest to spy on my younger self, YOU don't have to follow me."

He turned back around and continued pushing his way through bushes and tree branches.

"Well," she said, poker face slipping a little, "don't you think we should stick together? I mean, both of us have to get home right?"

"Sure you don't just want to leave me here?"

She scoffed, "well maybe I would've left you here if this happened to us 5 years ago. Actually scratch that, I DEFINITELY would have left you here if this happened five years ago, because I totally hated your guts."

He didn't turn around but she could tell by the tone of his voice that he was smiling. He laughed, "right, like it's any different now."

"I don't hate you anymore."

"Oh please."

"I may not like you, but I'm past hating you."

"So all the teasing about my loyalty to Garrett? That's all because you don't hate me anymore?" He turned around and looked at her dead in the eye, "everyday I battle with myself on why I chose Garrett over the team. And everyday, knowing that I didn't make the right decision, it eats me alive. I'm gonna have to battle with that for the rest of my life, and the constant teasing and making fun of me, doesn't make it any easier."

He turned back around and continued looking for his younger self's campsite.

Skye looked down in embarrassment, "sorry."

He rolled his eyes, "whatever."

He put an arm out to stop her from walking and he pointed to a clearing in the trees.

She looked and saw a young Grant Ward with John Garrett.

She and Ward sat down on a tree stump and watched the encounter from a distance.

"Give me one good reason that I shouldn't blow your brains out," Grant said as he pointed a rifle at Garrett's head.

Garrett raised his hands in surrender, "I brought tacos," he said, raising a paper bag.

Grant lowered the gun a tad, stomach rumbling.

Garrett quickly reached into the bag and pulled out a handgun, throwing the bag on the ground.

"Rule number one, never turn on your instructor. Rule number two, you have to learn how to patch yourself up when you're in the field."

Garrett shot Grant twice in the ribs.

Skye screamed as Ward raised his gun at Garrett and shot him in the head.

Skye looked at Ward in disbelief while he shrugged, "there's no way that I'm letting that man mess up my life more than he already has."

Ward walked over to the boy and started to patch him up as Skye stayed behind and made a phone call with the phone she had on her.

She dialed the number that she knew by heart, "hi, my name is Sk- Daisy Johnson, I have a recruit for S.H.I.E.L.D. I can explain everything later, I promise."

There was a muffled voice over the other end and she smiled at its response.

"Okay, bye."

She sighed happily, glad that this man was a pro at taking in strays.

She walked over to Ward and his younger self as Ward frantically tried to patch up the unconscious boy.

Within fifteen minutes, Grant was finally patched up, though he had lost a lot of blood. Ward sighed in relief and then held his head.

"What's wrong?" Skye asked.

"My memories are changing and- Ah! Apparently really bad headaches are a side effect."

"Your memories are being rewritten?"

"Well so are yours, but not nearly as much as mine, so I'm the one getting the headaches."

After a second, he stood back up, "I'm good now."

"Why did your memories change?" Skye asked, confused.

Ward looked at her and raised an eyebrow while pointing at the dead body of John Garrett.

"Oh," she said, cheeks flushing in embarrassment, "right."

"We need to get to S.H.I.E.L.D and tell them about Hydra."

Skye nodded, "agreed, and I've already made an appointment. We just have to get to providence. That's where my contact told us to meet him."

"And who's your contact exactly?"

"Coulson of course."