Hey everyone! This is my second AoS fic (the other is still in progress and titled Remember Me, check it out!) and I just couldn't get this idea out of my head and thinking about it. So I am going to juggle two fics at once and see how that works for me (although it never worked well in the past...)

Summary:
Grant Ward was notorious, feared, maybe even respected as Hydra's 'lethal weapon' - trained to follow orders and take the shot without feeling since adolescence, but as he held a gun to her head he couldn't pull the trigger and never would be able. Who knew the robot could have feelings? Skye did, that was why with the barrel pressed to her temple she dared him to take the shot.
SkyeWardAU/Mr & Mrs Smith(but not really), Canon.

Please let me know what you think!
This story is very AU, but the gang's all here!
Review your thoughts.

READ AUTHOR'S NOTE AT BOTTOM WHEN DONE PLEASE.

~~Preface~~

"Who the hell knows about this location that we aren't aware of?" Melinda May demanded to know of the agents surrounding her.

No one answered, half scared of just answering, the other half terrified of getting shot for saying the wrong thing.

"Doesn't matter," Director Coulson stated as he rounded the corner, making himself known.

"It doesn't matter? Phil, he shot out the cameras, knows all of the codes, and is about to be inside SHIELD's secret headquarters and it 'doesn't matter'?" she questioned, her tone biting.

Anyone else would have shuttered at the Calvary's voice, but Coulson just stepped forward with a shrug. "You're right, he's here, and he does know all of our security measures, so we might as well let him in and see how and why he does," he said simply to his second in command. "Now, weapons hot, this guy's good and if we need him taken down you'll get my signal, but it's to take down, not kill. Got that?"

The agents nodded and took their positions as May nodded to Koenig through the security camera to open the doors from the control room.

The steel doors began to part and revealed a man covered in snow gear which was essential for the extreme Canadian weather. He was prepared. Aware. It only made May more anxious about the situation. They had enough to deal with on base without this intruder making things more difficult or making everything worse.

"Who are you?" Coulson called from behind the wall to not show his face.

The unknown stepped into the underground base and unzipped his jacket before taking off his thick winter hat. "You got a lot of seismic activity going on for the Canadian wilderness, you know that?" he replied in an uncaring way.

May cocked her gun and came out from hiding. "Hands up or I'll shoot and this isn't an ICER," she warned menacingly.

He complied lazily.

"Now who are you and why are you here?" she questioned.

Ignoring her previous commands he began to take off his gloves. "Grant Ward, but you might know me as the 'lethal weapon,'" he introduced himself casually. "And I'm here for my wife," he announced a moment later. "Skye," he told them with a knowing grin as they blinked repeatedly back at him. "Skye Ward."

~~End Preface~~

"It's just a job, Skye," she said to herself in the mirror. "You've been undercover before."

Her eyes looked up and down at herself in the mirror. She looked absolutely ridiculous wearing a black shimmery... lingerie set, essentially, that was it. Well, there was a skirt, if you could call it that. It barely covered her ass and she was wearing something that resembled underwear underneath it. She was all for being racy, but this was a bit much. It didn't help that under the right lighting her boobs shined like a rainbow.

"Just not as a prostitute," she mumbled a moment later in a long sigh.

"Stripper, not prostitute," her 'handler' reminded as she came out from the bathroom with her out 'outfit' on, all red, mostly lace. She had balls, that one.

Skye turned on her. "I've been shadowing at this place for like a week and let me tell you that-"

"Those who choose to sleep with the men are doing it out of their own volition," Bobbi Morse, fellow SHIELD agent, assured her. "And they get paid for that too."

Her eyes rolled. "Please. This is a strip club run by freakin' Hydra," she insisted. "They probably make them; I am going to have to sleep with-"

"Skye, no you won't, I've been here for almost three months and have yet to sleep with anyone," Bobbi told her as she adjusted her bejeweled bra. "Are you sure you can handle this? If not I can talk to Coul-"

"NO!" she just about shouted. "Don't call him; do you know how long it took me to convince him to let me go back out into the field, let alone undercover doing this?" Skye questioned as she gestured to her outstanding cleavage. "One flicker of doubt that I can't do this and I'll be extracted before I even have the chance to change so I will have to look at the man I consider a father wearing...nothing," she went on and looked at herself in the mirror again. "And if that doesn't cause a meltdown on both ends I don't know what will. I can do this, I've been good for weeks."

Bobbi smiled with a nod. "Well, I have to admit, you were what I had in mind for the job."

Skye stood up straighter with a proud smirk. "Me? Really?" Coming from Bobbi Morse that meant a lot.

"Yes, but you have to remember your cover and why you're here," Bobbi told her in a stern voice. "He comes here every night he's not working and has yet to even get a lap dance. He sits in his chair in the corner of the room, scotch on the rocks in hand and stares. He watches everyone and everything. His eyes do linger on the brunettes, the more innocent looking the better and he respects those who don't flinch when he talks. He's Hydra's 'lethal weapon' and everyone knows it, agents and strippers, they all fear him. You can't, Skye, okay? We need you to become his girl."

"Yeah, because that sounds so simple and un-prostitute like," she replied quietly.

"Skye, you're not going to sleep with him. But everyone has their favorite and we need you to be his. We need intel and if he trusts you and gets a few drinks in him we'll get what we need. You just have to be appealing to him, that's all we need," Bobbi told her. "If you happen to make out with him well... that's as far as it goes. Okay?"

Skye nodded. "Okay, I'm a good kisser, shouldn't be too hard." Hopefully he was a good kisser too...

"If his hands wander only let it go as far as you're comfortable with. If you stand up to him he'll respect you all the more for it," Bobbi continued with her pep talk.

"If you know all of this shouldn't you be trying to be his girl?" Skye asked a small smile on her face to cover how terrified she was.

Bobbi smiled back. Skye was like her little sister, she knew she could do it, she just needed faith in herself. "Believe me, I've tried. He doesn't want me, besides I've already got my guy giving me intel," she told her.

Skye grimaced. Ew.

"That is how I know so much about him. Give these guys a few good shows, a couple drinks, and be more appealing to them than their wives all while listening and you learn a lot," she said with a wink.

"Does he have a wife?" Skye wondered a moment later. Giving a single guy your ear and, well, body was one thing, but a married one? How many morals would she have to break today?

"Ward? No. Most girls are too scared to approach him here of all places, you think girls on the street are going to?" Bobbi answered in a sarcastic laugh. "You can do this, Skye, I know you can. Like you said, you've been undercover before, you're just rusty. I've seen you in the field, you're good, don't worry. It's like riding a bike," she went on encouragingly. "The Calvary was your S.O., you can do anything if you put your mind to it."

She took in a deep breath and nodded. "I got this. I just need to be his girl, the guy who everyone is scared to look at and has yet to take a liking to anyone, I have to be his girl," she said to herself. "Are we sure he isn't gay? Because I mean Hunter could do this and it would be hilarious-"

"He's not gay," Bobbi laughed. "That I do know, and as lovely as it would be to watch my ex-husband come on to a man we don't need him. We need you."

Skye nodded and let out a puff of air. "No pressure, just get a guy to like me who doesn't like anyone. Shouldn't be too hard."

With one last once over in the mirror Bobbi nodded towards the doors and Skye followed suit.

"It's your first night not in training so you won't be doing too much, making drinks mostly, since you're a good bartender, you're welcome by the way."

Skye smiled at her surrogate big sister. Bobbi had been teaching her how to drink and make drinks for years.

"They are going to have the guys look you over and interact a little before anyone tries to pick you. Make sure Ward picks you or else this is all for nothing," Bobbi reminded her for the millionth time. "He's-"

"Important, Bob, I know," she cut her off. "I can do this, just give me a chance," she went on as they entered the main floor of the club. It was dimly lit, lavishly decorated, and crawling with Hydra agents and strippers alike.

Bobbi had been given the mission to infiltrate months ago to get intel. Ever since the SHIELD-Hydra split their side had been taking a bit of a beating. They were short on agents, ammo, tech, practically everything. They needed information, intel that could help them surprise Hydra when they were transporting supplies and take them as their own, to learn of their upcoming moves, and other things of the sort.

They already had two agents at Hydra HQ, Simmons being one of them and that scared Skye to death. Jemma wasn't trained for combat, she went to the smarty academy, while Skye dueled in communications and becoming a specialist. At least she could take care of herself, but if Jemma was found out—she shook her head at the thought. If Jemma could go undercover with no physical training she could do it with it, even after all the changes in her life recently.

She had to do this, get back in to the field and prove herself, or Coulson and May would never let her do it again. She had to do this and do it well.

It was just one mission, one simple mission, become Grant Ward's girl, get close, and get intel. He was the most important man in the room, he knew of all the missions, all the findings, was high up, and incredibly dangerous. He was trusted, respected, and feared by everyone in the room even if he wasn't liked.

She had to do this and she could do it, she just couldn't get too freaked out or it would all go to hell.

Simple. Right? Maybe.

Bobbi greeted everyone, male and female alike, smiling seductively as she did. That woman was a force to be reckoned with and someone Skye had looked up to for years. If she had half the confidence and strength as Bobbi she could get this job done no problem, she just had to tap into it.

"Right corner, ten o'clock," Bobbi said as they settled behind the bar.

Skye's eyes moved casually, observing the room as they did before widening. Grant Ward was in a red cushy chair, one leg crossed over the other (the 'manly' way of course) wearing all black in jeans, shoes, and button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His black hair was maybe half an inch long and he had about a day or two of growth on his face, along with a red scratch on his cheek, obviously new.

"Not bad to look at, huh?" Bobbi broke into her thoughts.

She turned back, knowing she was caught. "I, um, well," she stopped and cleared her throat. "I just- didn't know, well-"

"Just your type, I know," Bobbi laughed with a knowing wink.

"I- don't have a type!" she squeaked, feeling herself begin to loosen up.

"Please, you so go for the 'devil may care, I do what the fuck I want when I want, forget the rules' guys, admit it!" Bobbi began to tease.

Skye's eyes turned into slits. "Listen, that was one phase before I- shut up!" she exclaimed and turned pink.

They were never going to let Miles go, where they? Date one douche who thought he was a badass (and he totally was not) and they typecast ya. It was not her type! If so she would like Hunter- oh gosh, don't go there. She was still paying candy ransoms to Fitz (and continually rooting for him to get a monkey even though Coulson would never let him) after letting it slip about one stupid dream she had over a year ago. She didn't like Hunter that would be gross, they acted like brother/sister now, but when they first met she had to admit he was easy on the eyes.

"See, you look half innocent, just the way I need ya," the elder specialist continued.

Skye's face stayed a light shade of crimson. "Shut up or I will hurt you when this is over," she warned.

Bobbi smirked. "You'll try." Her handler's eyes scanned the room behind her. "The guys are all looking at you now that you're out of training, that's good. Here, you're up," she stated.

"Up? Up how? To dance?" she asked in succession, her nerves returning.

"That will come later, but don't worry, you'll nail it," Bobbi insisted, handing her a glass of scotch on the rocks with a tray. "See how he's shaking his near-empty drink?" she questioned and continued before Skye could check, "it means he's ready for another."

"That's just known?" Skye asked. "He doesn't even ask? That is kind of an ass move, I mean, we're strippers, not maids—and wow, I never thought that sentence would come out of my mouth."

Bobbi grinned. "Give him lip like that and he might just strike up a conversation," she said and Skye didn't know if she was teasing or not. "Your job is to give him his new drink."

"That won't seem...suspicious? I mean, doesn't someone else already cater to him?"

"Um, no. He made a girl cry last week when he asked her to speak up, we've been taking turns since," Bobbi informed her. "Plus, he's been gone on a mission since then so..." she trailed off with a shrug.

Skye couldn't help but laugh. "Alright then, it looks like I'm up," she agreed.

"That's my girl, go get him."

With one last breath she exited the bar and began to make her way towards the man they called the 'lethal weapon' and couldn't help but think about what kind of name that was. Above all though, it was a bad one, who came up with that? They needed someone more creative to nickname people around here.

Keeping her nerves under control she came up to his left side, tray in hand, and tossed some hair over her shoulder.

His head turned when she made it and he looked her up and down, analyzing her openly.

"Mel Gibson fan?" she asked casually.

Inwardly, she kicked herself. That was the first thing she said to him? Seriously? What the fuck?

"Come again?" he replied, his eyebrows crinkling together, his voice harsh.

She had to fix this. "The nickname, the 'lethal weapon' you know." Yeah, that was helping. "I mean, they were alright movies for their time, but I am more of a 'Die Hard' fan, can't say that would be a good name either though."

He just stared at her, almost menacingly.

"Anyway," she went on, keeping her voice from wavering. "I'm new and was told to give you your drink. Scotch on the rocks, right?" She bent down and held the tray out, giving him ample view of her cleavage. "Although, I have to say I was half expecting it to be a vodka martini, shaken not stirred, by the looks of you."

Could she make any more stupid movie references? James Bond, really?

Without a word he exchanged the full glass with his empty one.

She straightened herself and smiled as seductively as she could. "Alright then, unless you need anything else," she said in a husky voice before walking away.

As she walked she turned to look at him to find he was staring at her retreating figure. She smiled again and finished her way to the bar.

"What the hell did you say to him?" Bobbi demanded to know.

Skye almost laughed. "I have no idea, I think I called him James Bond," she admitted while stopping herself from busting out in laughter at how ridiculous this seemed all of a sudden.

Bobbi smiled at her too. "He is still staring at you," she stated.

She looked over her shoulder to find he was and so she licked her lips before looking at Bobbi again. "That's good, right?"

"Well, it either means you did it or he wants to shoot you," she replied.

"Well, I only have a small switchblade on me so that is gonna get messy when we meet in the back alley later," Skye said seriously before smiling.

Bobbi looked her up and down with a shake of the head. "Damn girl, I knew I needed you for this. I have the feeling you'll be making a total fool out of yourself with him again real soon."

Skye nodded in agreement. "Probably when I make my stage debut. Can you picture it? I'll fall off the pole or maybe even off the stage and into his lap," she sighed.

"His chair is kind far away from the stage, how far you do plan on falling?" Bobbi continued their banter.

"Dude, you don't know, I could become an acrobat or some shit up there. I'm not doing too well with first impressions today," Skye insisted.

Bobbi's eyes floated over her shoulder. "Shit. He's gone."

"What?" Skye turned to see that Ward's chair was empty. "Is that normal for this time of the night? It's still early, right?"

Bobbi nodded. "Yeah, it's not his usual," she breathed in a low tone. "Fuck, I have to go, Bakshi is here."

"Bak- what?"

"My guy, er, whatever. You're on your own for a bit. Don't be too appealing to the other guys, alright?" Bobbi insisted, adjusting her bra one more time.

"Wearing this?" Skye questioned, looking down only to be greeted by her boobs again.

Bobbi smiled a little. "You'll be fine, you got this, just make some drinks."

With that her friend walked away, her hips swaying with the music. She approached a suave-looking man and kissed him on the cheek as he slipped his arm low around her waist.

Skye couldn't help but think that if Hunter saw his ex now he wouldn't be happy about it. Hell, he wasn't happy that she was going with Bobbi, he wouldn't be happy with her right now if he saw her.

She shook her head and smiled at the man who was waving her over for a drink request. Be a bartender, that was all she had to do tonight, for now. Her eyes flicked to Ward's chair again to find it empty still and her gut began to twist.

She made some kind of impression, that was for sure, she just wasn't sure if it was good or bad yet.

Okay this is the first chapter, what do you think?
Did you think the Skye/silent Ward dialogue was funny? Because I was cracking up as I wrote it!

I DO have a question for you guys!:
Do you want me go to between Skye and Ward in the present (the preface) or just keep it in the past and work my way up to it?
I could do either.
Also: is there anything you guys want to see because I can maybe work it in if I am able.

PLEASE REVIEW if you want me to continue or I will just stick with Remember Me or forget about this all together.
I just couldn't stop thinking about it. Thanks.

- Kay