Author's Note: I do not own any part of Marvel's Agents of Shield or Marvel's Avengers. If I did Pietro Maximoff would not be dead and Steve Rogers would never turn to Hydra. I hope you enjoy my story.

Chapter One- Even Legacies Have Ends

"Mack, give me your and Coulson's ETA," Agent Melinda May whispered through the comm unit.

"We're still twenty minutes out," May heard Mack's voice crackle back. "Don't do anything stupid, we still have time."

"No we don't," May whispered back, she glanced around the crate. The two inhumans were still only talking, but based off their body language the situation was about to escalate.

"May, don't do anything," Coulson's voice said this time.

"Sorry Phil, but I can't just watch them kill each other," May said as one of the inhumans conjured a ball of fire in his hand. Taking a deep breath, May ran from behind the crate and tackled the inhuman. Using her momentum, May twisted her body so that her legs held the inhuman in a tight choke hold.

"Let me go," the inhuman yelled out. May twisted more, tightening. Finally, the inhuman went limp, unconscious in May's hold. Standing up, May turned to see where the other inhuman had run off other inhuman was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, May felt herself being picked up by the back of her neck. She kicked and twisted, lashing out in an attempt to hit her attacker. It had to be the other inhuman, but that was impossible. The other inhuman had no physical strength, his power was invisibility. So, how was he lifting May off her feet.

The world around her began to go dark, she could barely breath. She heard Coulson's and Mack's voices yelling in her ear, but she couldn't make out the words they were saying. The last thing she felt before succumbing to the black was pain in her left leg.

May woke up to a soft beeping noise. May shot up, she heard the beeping noise grow louder and more frequent. Glancing around hurriedly, she realized she was back at HQ. She was in the infirmary. Feeling a heaviness in her left leg, she looked down and saw a hard cast encasing her entire leg.

"Agent May, you're awake," one of the young lab techs noticed as they walked by. They tapped something on their tablet.

May could only assume that they were calling Simmons or Fitz. She had something of a reputation in the lab as a hardass bitch.

"Are you giving me painkillers?" May asked in a groan.

She looked over at the IV bag hanging next to her, she didn't want anything to dull her senses. With everything happening these days, she needed to be completely focused all the time.

"Yes ma'am, we have you on morphine and several other narcotics. Your leg is fractured in several places," the tech informed her.

"Please, stop the narcotics," May requested, tugging at the IV corde.

"But, ma'am, if we stop the pain meds you'll be able to feel the full extent of your injuries."

"I don't care, just stop the drugs," May ordered, her voice growing harsher. She recognized this probably was the reason the lab techs thought she was a bitch.

"Yes ma'am," the tech answered, as they leaned over and hit a few buttons on the monitor beside May's bed.

After adjusting the settings on the monitor, the tech practically ran from the room. So, May sat alone, playing with the edge of her cast. Several minutes passed, then minutes turned into what seemed to be an hour. May, deciding she was done with just sitting in the bed, swung her legs out of the bed and went to stand.

Her legs crumpled out from under her, almost immediately. As she sat on the ground, next to the hospital bed, May was very glad that there was no one there to see her. There was a pair of crutches leaning against the nearby wall. May used the bed rail to pull herself up and then reached over to grab the crutches.

Using the crutches, May began to make her way over to the wardrobe in the corner of the infirmary room. Inside the wardrobe was a pair of SHIELD training sweat pants and a matching sweatshirt. They weren't her usual apparel, but they would have to do. Grabbing them, May continued into the restroom.

"May, I heard you had your medication stopped," Simmon's voice called as the young doctor entered the room.

"I didn't want the drugs," May answered from the bathroom.

"How on earth are you out of bed?" Simmons asked, May could tell she was just outside the door, so as she opened the door she opened it slow enough for Simmons to know what she was coming out.

"I found the crutches," May explained simply, crutching out of the bathroom. Now, donning the sweatpants and sweatshirt, May felt less uncomfortable.

"May, your leg is broken at both the knee and the ankle joint, along with a fracture of your fibula," Simmons exclaimed, looking at May like she was insane.

"Eh, I've had worse," May shrugged as she crutched back to the bed and sat back down.

"Agent May, while I've always admired composure, I really don't support your refusal of narcotics," Simmons persisted, glancing down at what May could only assume was her chart. "Also, Director Mace is asking to speak with you as soon as you are ready."

"I'll head up to see him after I change into my own clothes," May said, reaching for the crutches. "Coulson and Mack are back by now right?"

"Yes, they're loading up to deploy again, but they did want to see you before they left," Simmons informed her as she grabbed the crutches. "Once again, May I really don't think that getting out of bed in your condition is a good idea."

"Simmons, I have a broken leg, it's not like I have the plague," May replied sarcastically as she climbed from the bed and began to make her way to the door. She really wanted to talk to Mack and Coulson before she had to see the Director.

AN: I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I will be updating as soon as I can. Please leave any questions or comments you have. I will try to respond to everyone that I can.