Wait… The baby? The girl was the 0-8-4?
Melinda walked to the room Skye had made herself on the bus with a few trays in her hand. She wasn’t that much of a cook, but she knew how to make simple things. Macaroni and cheese….was definitely not a complex meal but Melinda was good at making it. A smile graced her lips as she knocked on the door.
“Skye I thought you might like something to eat.” She said with a smile.
Skye had been sitting on the bed with her knees to her chest and her arms wrapped around them, just staring off into space. It wasn’t until there was a knock at the door that Skye perked up.
"Oh." Skye said, slightly surprised. May could be nice, when no one forced her to be. Skye had seen it a few times in the past. She liked to think the two of them were closer now.
"Thanks." Straightening up on the bed, Skye was mindful of her hands as she reached out to take the tray from her only to realize she was holding to. "Don’t feel like eating with the others?" Skye asked, trying not to act too surprised.
Melinda smiled as she sat across from Skye. She settled the tray carefully on her lap knowing that Skye’s hands were still not in perfect shape. She was still worried about how she was feeling and how she was doing with all the pain. But she didn’t want to focus on that her main focus was to make sure Skye was okay.
“When have I ever eat with the others,” Melinda joked, “I thought you could use some company.
☻ (fluff starter)
Melinda loved these after sex cuddles they had when they were drifting off to sleep. She rolled over resting her head on his shoulder burrying her head in his neck. She loved to inhale the scent of his colonge. She rested her head on his chest and traced patterns.
“I needed this distraction Phil….we work too hard,” She said with a laugh.
Awe, Wonder, Amazement
(Melinda digs Sif as much as Thor)
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"I'm so sorry I let this happen to you." (from moxiemorse)
Melinda’s hands held hard on the bullet wound on her stomach. She swears if she wasn’t incapacitated she would have beaten the shit out of Ward. She was in a lot of pain but it missed critical organs….though if they didn’t get Simmons and quick she would be in trouble. She laughed a little despite the fact she was in agony.
“I’ve been through worse,” She coughed out.
Bobbi put pressure on the wound while Skye had scampered off to go get Jemma. “Worse or not, still my fault. Should have kicked his ass when I had the chance.”
Melinda looked up at Bobbi. At least focusing on her would keep her conscious for as ever long she could while she was getting Jemma. “Ward’s a piece of shit he would have tried to kill you anyway.” Melinda smiled weakly as she hissed in pain, “and I couldn’t have saved you.”
*whistles innocently*
Joy, Protectiveness, safety.
"I'm so sorry I let this happen to you." (from moxiemorse)
Melinda’s hands held hard on the bullet wound on her stomach. She swears if she wasn’t incapacitated she would have beaten the shit out of Ward. She was in a lot of pain but it missed critical organs….though if they didn’t get Simmons and quick she would be in trouble. She laughed a little despite the fact she was in agony.
“I’ve been through worse,” She coughed out.
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Bobbi's dead, Agent May.
Melinda stood there in a state a shock. Not Bobbi she thought. “How is this possible?” She whispered. Bobbi was pratically invincible she couldn’t be struck down. She bit her lip. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. But god she knew if she broke down Bobbi would have kicked her ass.
Skye... Skye's dead, May.
Melinda was usually stronger than this. But tonight she collaspses on her knees. Her chest is tight. She is trying her best to hold back the tears. “Not Skye no.” She had one job…to protect her and she failed.
Coulson has died
Melinda’s eyes had watered. Coulson was gone…..and he was gone for good. This time nothing could save him. “I need to be alone.”
She found herself in his room. She picked up one of his shirts and brought it to her face inhaling whatever lingering scent it had left before collasping on the bed and beginning to sob.