A/N: Have some sad MayWard feels for your Saturday morning!

Jemma Simmons sees everything.

Like the way Ward and May won't make eye contact.

Like the way that the bruises on their body fade to the naked eye, but are still there in the way they carry themselves.

Like how alcohol consumption on the Bus goes up, but May and Ward always drink alone now.

Like the void in the team their lack of harmony leaves.

Like the way Ward has to physically stop himself from taking a left to the cockpit and the way May hesitates outside his door late at night when she thinks no one sees.

Like when they're not quite careful enough and Ward's hand brushes her thigh as he reaches for something and they both jerk apart like the touch burned them, but May's fingers linger on her thigh like she could hold his touch.

Jemma sees everything.

Except for how to fix them.