"You're not real," she spits back shakily, because forgive her but she can't do this — she can't go through these hallucinations. Not again. "Don't — god, Tadashi, you're not real. You. Are. Not. Real."

He, along with the rest of the team, had found out why there was so much red, why the blood had slinked down her thighs, spilling and blossoming into the surgical table with a wayward pattern of scarlet. *Skye/Ward*

She shouldn't be lying there right now, the most innocent of all of them. *Skye/Ward*

She took a shaky breath when he plunged the needle into her skin, his fingers tightening around her upper arm with surprising strength. Beside her, Adam winced.

"Clint," she says, keeping her voice low as he stares at her with panic in his eyes. "Clint, you're having a nightmare."

He finds her planted firmly on the worn leather couch in the commons area, staring blankly at a static covered screen on the opposite wall.

He didn't remember much. Only the feeling of excitement ringing through him, the soft snow falling into the air – before a white hot flame of explosion, his father's arm jerking away from his, threatening blackness creeping among the edge of his vision. *Spitfire, One-shot*

Two days, thirty-four minutes, and forty-five seconds after her partner literately ceased to exist, the blonde found herself pressed tightly against the plain white wall in the Pablo Alto apartment, the cool tile pressed hard against her bare feet, her knees pulled to her chest, wet tears falling down her cheeks with every heartbeat she heard through her chest. *One-shot*

Luckily, he didn't shoot – when his eyes focused to the dim light, he found a wavy haired, brown-eyed brunette with her hands up, eyes sparkling with carelessness. "Careful robot," she whispered, voice mixed in against the low hum of the jets. "You might kill someone." *Skye/Ward, One-shot*

She struggles, using her free hand to jerk up to try and slap him. He blocks it though, and stoops himself down to be level with her. "Skye," he whispers, harsh and low. "I'm getting you off this plane." / An AU in which Ward decides to let Skye go. For SkyeWard week.

But everything changes, and he knows that they can't go back. / Dramione, one-shot.

They were lost before they were found; because one without the other was only one half of a shattered soul. / A collection of one-shots involving SkyeWard.

He meets Agent Peggy Carter the moment she walks into the bullpen, all eyes on her, with those perfectly set heels and polished form. / Cartson, one-shot.

GoGo wishes that it could last forever. / Tomadashi

She's far too sleepy — she has to be, to be thinking that she might possibly be falling for Tadashi Hamada. / Tomadashi, pre-movie.

Ignoring the jolt that flickers beneath her ribs, Gogo stands and meets Tadashi's warm brown eyes as the boy adjusts the all-too familiar bag that seems to never leave his shoulder. "Hey," he greets with a quirk of a smile. "Still working?"

She seizes up his nearest project, a pudgy looking white thing-y with eyes that blinked down innocently at her as she continued. "And it's not just yet one in the morning. More like twelve-thirty. And tired-er isn't a word, just sayin'." / Inspired by Tadashi's many tests in order to get a working Baymax.

She groaned, dropping her head back onto the sweatshirt she was using as a pillow. Her nose twitched as the smell of the fabric reached her nose: it smelled like that kind of cheap laundry detergent that was stored on the bottom shelf paired with a hint of whisky and a dash of smoke. Tadashi, she thinks, a quirk of a smile coming to her lips.

"Skye," he murmurs, her name slipping onto his tongue as if it had always been there, waiting. "I've missed you."

And she's about to die. The last of the Red Room's glory, slipping away in an icy prison. A watery grave.