It was a good few years down the road that Grant Ward decided to make Skye his wife. After he redeemed himself, after he became the man she deserved to have by her side.
So he asked FitzSimmons first. Because they were her best friends and he needed to know that they were fine with it. Fine with tying their lives to him till death do them part because there was no way in hell Skye would live a moment without them in her life.
Next stop was Trip, because he was Skye’s partner and a good friend too. He was easier to convince than FitzSimmons but still. With that done he moved higher.
Talking to May was difficult since May didn’t really want to talk to him. He knew she never approved of their relationship and if she had it her way, Ward would have never come back to the team. But she was never one to refuse Skye anything she wanted so there you have it. She gave her blessing eventually but not before she describe all the ways she would tear him apart and feed him to the dogs if he hurt Skye ever again.
He left Coulson for last because honestly? He was the one Grant feared the most. Yes, the man might have been the one to give him the chance to redeem himself, he might have helped him grow stronger from mistakes of the past but asking to marry his daughter? That might not sit well with him. So he sat at Coulson’s office waiting for him.
His eyes drifted over the many pictures on the desk. Pictures of Skye, with Coulson and May, with FitzSimmons and Trip, with the Avengers. He leaned closer to take a look at one that she was alone, that beautiful smile he loved so much painted on her lips, hair flowing around her as the swing she was on came closer to the camera. His fingers traced the paper softly, smiling.
"She’s something else, ain’t she?" Coulson’s voice brought him out of his daydream and Grant sat back on his chair.
"Yes, she’s quite a woman." He agreed solemnly.
"Glad we agree on this." Coulson’s eyes bore holes through him. "So what bring you here Agent Ward?"
"I would like to make Skye my wife, sir." Coulson gave him a small teasing smile.
"Then you should take this up with her, boy. I’m not the one who’s gonna spend the rest do their lives with you." His laugh relaxed Grant a little bit. Well the fact that he hadn’t killed him yet was a good sign altogether.
"I just wanted to make sure you-" Grant tried to explain but he was cut off.
"You’ve proved you’re good enough to be with her. Mistakes of the past are just that, mistakes of the past. Don’t let them ruin your future." Grant nodded slowly. "Now get lost. I have work to do." He was almost out of the door before Coulson’s voice stopped him.
"And Agent Ward?" He turned to face the older man. "Hurt her and you are dead." He nodded again smiling this time.
He wasn’t planning on it anyway…