Hey everyone! We're in Book 2 woo! I just want to say some things here before we get started.

One, I do not own Marvel Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Two, I apologize if they don't exactly sound like themselves at first. It has been a year since we last saw them, so I assume they've changed at least a little.

Three, my poll is open, so please go vote and decide whether Grant Ward will become an inhuman or not.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

– Goodbye Peaceful Living –

He hadn't expected her to take so well to farming. He certainly hadn't expected her to be out at dawn feeding the birds and collecting the eggs. He'd expected to be doing all of that, while she slept in and fiddled around on her computer.

Yet Daisy had continued to surprise him more and more as the days passed. She quiet enjoyed the slow pace of farm life, something that he had least expected. Then again the last few years had been all action with much time to relax.

Grant stared out the kitchen windows, from where he could just see the brunette inside the barn. She was sitting, if he wasn't mistaken, right by the duck pen. He frowned a little, thinking of the frost he'd seen on the windows that morning, it was still there and hadn't gone away with the sunlight. She shouldn't be sitting on the cold ground, especially in that thin sweater of hers.

With that in mind, the retired agent picked up his own jacket and went to get his wife of nine months. As he'd suspected, she was by the ducks. The basket of eggs she'd gone out to collect sitting abandoned next to her. She even had one of the birds huddled up in the sweater with her.

"Daisy." He scolded her gently, draping his coat around her shoulders. "If you're going to stay out longer, you should put on a thicker jacket."

She gave him her most innocent smile, stroking the poultry's soft feathers. "Jemima was cold, and Beatrix and Rebeccah weren't sitting with her."

He rolled his eyes, kneeling down next to her. "At the moment I'm more worried about you than I am her. She and her friends have a heat lamp to sit under. You do not."

It was her turn to roll her eyes as he took Ms. Puddle Duck from her, she squawked at him a moment, before settling once again. "I am fine. You don't need to worry about me." She crossed her arms over her chest, watching as he put the white pekin back in the pen with her seven other friends.

"It's when you say something like that, that I know I should worry." She let him pull her to her feet, giving him a small kiss in thanks when he picked up her egg basket. "If I didn't know better I'd think you said it just to make sure I worried about you."

"I don't need to say anything for you to do that." She responded with a shrug of her shoulders, taking the basket from him, despite his effort to keep it. "Now come on, I'm starving!"

He watched her make her way to the porch, turning to look back at him when he didn't follow right away. She seemed to have adjusted so well to this kind of life, never bringing up anything to do with S.H.I.E.L.D. He still had nights where he would lie awake, thinking of the days when he had more to worry about than the fence needing repairs, or having to wrestle their dog to take a bath.

He missed dealing with the unknown and random alien junk technology landing in their laps. He missed the thrill. Though that didn't mean he wanted Daisy anywhere near it again. No way.

"Grant?" He shook his head of such thoughts, focusing them back on the inhuman in front of him. "You coming or not?"

He smiled, making his own way to the porch, being sure to brush shoulders with her as they went. They were perfect like this. With no S.H.I.E.L.D., no Hydra, no real dangers he couldn't protect her from out here. He could handle this, even if it was a little boring for him most the time.

"Hey, where's Buddy?" She asked, catching his attention. "I didn't see him come out with you."

That had him arching his eyebrows at her, he'd thought their Labrador would have gone out with her. He never missed a chance to ruffle some feathers, so long as he could help it. "You didn't let him out?"

She shook her head, a small yet slightly worried smile coming to her face. "No, he looked too cute cuddled up on the couch."

Then why hadn't the human seen him when he came down from his shower? The dark colored pup was usually his shadow if he wasn't Daisy's. He felt his body tense as the spy part of him started screaming warning bells, and he couldn't resist the urge to pull his wife behind him. Silently telling her to stay behind him until he discover and eliminate the possible threat.

"Remind me again when you said Lincoln and Caleb were going to be flying in."

Her brow furrowed for a moment as she searched her brain for the information he'd asked. "Not till next Friday, why?"

"The only time Buddy isn't with you or me is when there's a guest." He responded, pulling the side arm and its magazine out of the coat he'd draped over her shoulders.

"I thought you said you weren't going to carry guns around the house anymore." She hissed, annoyance clear in her gaze as she kept her voice low.

"In my defense, this is the jacket I wear to town." He retorted in his own nearly silent whisper. "And if there turns out to be someone here who is not supposed to be, you'll be glad I still do."

She rolled her eyes, but let him take point as he began checking the rooms. It didn't take them long to discover why their dog hadn't come to greet Grant at the stairs. Daisy laughed so hard she almost fell, while the ex-hydra spy was trying to hide his blush from leaving up the gate, that separated the living room and back door from the rest of the house. He must have forgotten to take it down after breakfast.

Buddy was laying down, with his head resting between his front paws, on the other side of the fence, looking like he'd been placed under time-out. The quake inhuman was still laughing when her husband opened to gate and let their chocolate lab have free range of the house again.

"Nice going Super Spy. Getting us all worked up over nothing." She heaved an amused sigh, heading back toward their kitchen. Ready to finally start on their lunch, he assumed.

Grant gave Buddy a guilty look, while rubbing his ears. "I'm sorry boy, I thought I took that down this morning." The beast groaned, leaning into his hands appreciatively, already forgiving him it seemed.

"You did." The new voice had his back tensing. How the hell did they find them..? "I just thought it would be better if he didn't alert you to our presence just yet."

Grant reached for his gun, only to discover Daisy had taken it to the kitchen with her, after he'd placed it on the hall table. Damn, he should have tucked it into his belt. He stepped out into the living room, hating himself for not putting in the new upgrades for the security system.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Sure enough the, supposedly, last head of Hydra was lounging on his sectional. Where he had gotten the glass of scotch, Grant wasn't quite sure, he had a lock on his liquor cabinet so it couldn't be his. The man didn't seriously carry a bottle and glass around with him, did he?

Pushing that thought aside, he turned to get to his wife before the man could think of doing anything. Ignoring Buddy's barks for attention. To his disgust Malick had already thought of that. Grant froze in his steps.

"I wouldn't be too hasty." His voice called from behind him. Not that the man paid him any mind, how could he when his reason for living was looking at him like that. Daisy was sitting at the bar in their kitchen, nibbling on her lower lip as she stared up at him. Giyera was standing behind her, with the human male's gun floating by her head.

Ward turned, settling his glare on the bastard smirking at him. "Now that I have your attention. Why don't you explain to me how you're still alive and what happened to Hive?" Malick took a drink of his scotch, looking at him expectantly.

The former Hydra man wanted to snap his neck more than anything in the world. "If you want to know anything, you better let my wife go."

"Gran-"

"I can't do that. You know how this works Ward. You're both coming with us." The Hydra head didn't seem surprised by his use of the term "wife," if anything it seemed to please him more. "I know how much a man will give up to protect the woman he loves."

He was sure his eyes widened with dread, recalling a memory from just before they went to Maveth. He'd tortured Simmons to get to Fitz, now Malick was planning to do the same thing to them. Without even realizing it, he moved to attack the man, but someone else had decided they were done playing the bargaining chip.

He didn't know how far her shock wave reached, he only knew it was a miracle their house was still standing. Grant lifted himself off the ground, after being tossed back by her force. "Daisy!" He lifted Buddy in one arm, relieved when he saw his wife moving toward him, her powers still shaking the place.

He couldn't blame her for struggling to keep the quakes in check, it had been some time since she'd used them. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her into a kiss, conveying how he was feeling in that moment.

She smiled, taking hold of his hand as they ran into the hall. Now that the ringing in his ears had stopped, he could hear the gunfire, and spot bullet holes being formed. "Basement?" She just nodded in response to his question.

He passed her the dog, making her go first down the staircase as he blocked the door behind them. That could hold them off for a few moments, and they would probably look for Malick and Giyera first before searching for them.

"It's really too bad." He looked at where Daisy was checking their emergency duffel, and adding what she thought they may need. Buddy whining under the table next to her. "I really liked the life we made here."

He shrugged his shoulders, gathering his weapons off their stands and strapping them onto his person. "If we're speaking honestly, it was a little boring for my taste."

She gave him a meaningful look, accepting the small side-arm he placed in her hand. "How about, for our next story, you're not retired? I'll be the stay at home housewife/blogger, and you can have any job you want. So long as the hours aren't insanely long and you're home before dinner." He almost kissed her, except it seemed they had figured out where they were hiding.

He pulled away from her to take the cover off their jeep wrangler. "Take Buddy and start the engine." He said, going over to unchain the cellar doors.

With any luck, Malick had only brought twenty men, anymore and this was going to be a pitiful attempt at escape. Daisy revved the engine, leaving the passenger door open for him as she buckled in. He left the doors closed, no use calling attention to that part of the house just yet.

He heard the door break, and grimaced, throwing himself over the hood of his jeep. Grant pulled his gun from his belt, shooting the first three men that came down the stairs. "Daisy, get down!" He shot off a few blind rounds, keeping to Hydra task force at bay before he dove into the car.

He didn't even have to tell her to "step on it" when he slammed the door. Before he'd even gotten fully seated, they were bursting out of the cellar. He shot out his window at the spies waiting for them. He continued to shoot behind them, grunting when Daisy took a sharp turn.

"I don't suppose you have a plan for where we're going?"

He looked over at her, a sigh falling past his lips. "We can't go to the others, we'd lead Hydra right to them." He looked in the rear view mirror, where a black sedan was coming over the hill. Damn.

Grant, squeezed her hand on the wheel. "Try to hold her steady." With that he climbed into the back seat next to their dog, pushing him to lay down on the floor before he rolled the window on the passenger side down.

He let out a breath before leaning out the window.

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That's all for chapter one! I hope you liked it! Please favorite, follow, and/or review!

I said this at the end of book one, and I'm putting it here now.

A warning to all you lovely readers that have come to join us in this second book.

After posting the first chapter of Back Together, I will now be taking a break from this story and quite possibly Fanfiction . net. My fall semester will be starting soon and I've chosen a lot of hard classes this round, so I'm not sure how much time I will have for writing.

I plan to be back October 31, 2016, though this may change depending on how my classes are.

I'm sorry for the wait that is about to start, I can only ask that you remain patient as I promise to return, and hope you will all still be here when I get back.

This doesn't mean I won't be writing at all while I'm gone, I just won't be posting new chapters for this book until Oct 31, 2016.

I hope you understand, and will be here when I get back.

Until then,

Tootles.