Grant had officially been off of bed rest for a few days now, but everyone had been insistent that he still took it easy, "guys, I'm fine," he tried to reassure them with a roll of his eyes.

"You say that," said Coulson, "but you nearly died, so we still want to keep you off of active duty for a little while."

Grant groaned, "but guys, seriously, I'm all better now."

"Grant," said Skye, "please just do what Coulson says, We don't want you to go out there and almost get killed again."

Grant sighed in defeat, "fine."

"Thank you," said Coulson as he left the two of them in the living room.

Grant pulled out the book that he had been reading while he was on bed rest.

"Game of Thrones?" Skye spoke up as she craned her neck to look at the cover.

"Yeah," he answered as he turned another page.

"It takes you more than a week to finish one?" she chuckled.

"This is the third one," he smirked.

"Ah," she nodded in understanding.

She pulled out her phone and sat next to him on the couch.

After a while, Grant started noticing that Skye had slowly been moving closer to him, he smirked to himself. Before he knew it, her head was in his lap.

"Hi," he smiled down at her, trying to hide his amusement.

She looked up from her phone, "oh, hello."

"Why are you on my lap?"

"Because you're comfy and I'm bored," she shrugged.

"Can't you be bored somewhere else?" he laughed.

"Yeah, but I'm too lazy to move."

He laughed at her, "let me know if I'm bothering you," he said sarcastically with a roll of his eyes .

"I will."

He wasn't really as bothered by it as he thought he would be.

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"Hey Skye," he asked later that night when they were making dinner in the kitchen, "I have a question for you."

"What is it? Oh and can I put the pasta in the water now?"

He looked at the water in the pot, "yeah, go ahead. So, you don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but why did you need a moment alone on campus when we went to SciTech a few months ago?"

She let in a sharp intake of breath.

"You don't have to answer that if you don't want to, but if you ever need to talk, my shoulder is free," he smiled at her.

She smiled at the reference to when she helped him with his Berserker rage, "no it's alright. Coulson just told me about my past. Maybe it'll help me if I talk to someone about it."

"You can tell me."

"Well, 28 years ago in the Hunan Province, in China, some group was sent in to retrieve an 0-8-4," she started to explain. "When they couldn't find it, they killed everyone in their way, including the S.H.I.E.L.D team that was sent in to protect it," Skye started to wipe a few tears from her eyes and Ward walked over to her and wrapped her in a hug, "anyways, S.H.I.E.L.D later sent a team in to see if the group had gotten their hands on the 0-8-4, and luckily they didn't. When they were looking through the bodies of the fallen agents, they found the 0-8-4. It was a baby girl."

Ward eyes went wide, "are you saying that you were the baby girl?" Skye nodded. Ward hugged her tighter, "don't worry Skye. None of that is your fault, you were only a baby."

Skye looked up at him, "I'm too much trouble Grant, the S.H.I.E.L.D agents knew that, the people at the orphanage knew that, my parents knew that, all my foster families knew that, and now so do you."

"Skye, you're not trouble," he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "You're the exact opposite for me. When I first met Jemma I was pretty closed off but after three years I started becoming more open towards people, but then I left for S.H.I.E.L.D to become a specialist and I became closed off again. When I met you, you helped me to become more open again. More than Jemma did in three years, and you've only known me for one."

She smiled, "but that wasn't all me, Jemma and Fitz helped you too, and AC."

"That may be true," he agreed, "but you've helped me the most, you're not trouble Skye, you're amazing."

"Thank you for making me feel better," she smiled up at him and kissed him on the cheek.

They broke away from each other when they heard the timer ding.

"Pasta's ready," said Grant as he walked over to the stove.

He turned the burner off and grabbed the colander to drain the water out of the pasta. Skye hopped over to continue cutting the French bread, she wasn't really an amazing cook, but cutting bread was one thing that she could do.

Grant dumped the pasta into a large bowl and then heated up some of his marinara sauce that got cold while they were talking.

"Is this warm enough yet?" He asked, holding the spoon out to Skye for her to try.

She tasted it, "oh my goodness Grant that's amazing."

He chuckled, "glad you think so."

He poured the sauce over the noodles and put the dish on the table. Skye followed him with the bread, "dinner is served," she said with a French accent.

Ward started laughing, "maybe after training we can work on your accents more."

She rolled her eyes.