[ it shouldn't surprise him, but somehow that sentiment still has the power to hurt him, and ward pauses in his concentration, drops his hands to slap against his thighs and looks at fitz in disbelief. ]

[ then he hops down off the toilet. ]

I've been a team player.

[ he reminds fitz evenly, pointing the screwdriver at him. ]

I'd say I think of you guys as family, but given what I think of my actual family, that doesn't seem like much of a compliment.

[ he tosses the screwdriver a couple of times, and he's angry, he can feel it in the pit of his stomach, that helpless, hurt anger that he's become so good at sublimating into action. he shrugs it away, stops well short of fitz' personal space, stance unthreatening. not that he couldn't still kill fitz from here if he wanted to. he wishes they'd appreciate that restraint — after all, fitz hadn't shown him the same courtesy. ]

But maybe you should be asking yourself if you can get off this ship without me.