Ward still wasn't sure why he'd agreed to teamwork again. Maybe cause it was the only way Singer gave out hunts, maybe just cause he had gotten used to it. He might have been lying to coulson but he really did do better on his own. Less worried about what he could do to get the job done. Parker was a good kid, a good fighter but Ward knew the type. The kid was just the type that would wind up waiting in the wings to be an Avenger someday. He was pretty sure Cap would approve of him.
Parker's thoughts had been elsewhere for much of the hunt but he hadn't let it phase him. He got the job done, did it right. No showboating. No trying to be more than he was. He was good at what he did and Ward could tell he'd earned the reputation. He'd work with him again.
Also the web thing was useful. Much as he was sure Simmons would want to study him.
They'd stopped at a bar more for a destress than anything else. A couple days away from the return of that damn show and Ward really wanted to be anywhere but there. So bar it was, yeah the kid wasn't 21 but Ward didn't care. He was old enough to hunt, he was old enough to drink. Of course if he threw up in the car, kid was on his own.
Ward clinked the beer glass in return and took a drink of the beer he'd picked. "We did alright. Like to have gotten it quicker but it wasn't stupid."
He probably could have just taken the compliment, the success thing. But by now it seemed Grant Ward was hardwired to look for the negitives in what he'd done. Just a slip up, one slip up in the usual slightly cocky demeanor.
"But hey, dead ghoul means one less, right?" he tried