They were falling through the air.

Fitz had never experienced something like this before, they way it made his whole body feel empty as they dropped.

The pod was spinning, sending Simmons and him into every random direction, knocking into walls and objects. Fitz's stomach was doing somersaults and he was truly terrified.

At one point he was staring straight through the window of the pod. Nothing but blue and clouds.

They were falling through the bloody sky and they were going to die.

He could pass out from the shock and fright, but it was Simmons' gasped and screams keeping him concious.

All that was going over and over in Jemma's mind was the flashing images and flashbacks of when she jumped out of the Bus during the whole Chautari virus. Falling through the air, oblivious to when it was going to end. Every now and then she saw a flicker of Fitz in the corner of her eye knocking into things while they tried their best to stay put.

They were waiting. Simply waiting for the awful impact waiting below.

They were smart individuals. It was going to hurt, they knew that much.

Fitz didn't want it to end this way. So many things left unspoken that he needed to get out in his final moments. He just needed to let her know. That would be his only regret if he didn't tell her.

"Jemma!" He screamed, focusing on her flying across the pod. "Jem-"