So here is another Tumblr prompt that I received...

(Disclaimer: I'm not cool enough to actually own Marvel's Agents of SHIELD or any of it's awesome characters)

"You want to go in."

"We can't let Quinn get away again. If Coulson were here he wouldn't let that happen. He wouldn't want us to let that happen." Skye's voice was determined as she spoke, her eyes following Quinn as he walked in the large Itallian Villa.

"You're right; let's do it." Skye looked over at Fitz, almost like she was surprised that he agreed with her. Slowly a smile began to form on her face, but it quickly faded as he continued, "I'm going with you."

"No," she said immediately, but it was no good, he was just as stubborn as she was. He already had felt the fear of losing Jemma, seeing her body lying frozen on the ground, he wasn't going to let Skye go into that house alone.

"I'm coming with you," he said, his voice firm and unwavering. "You don't have to do everything alone."

This time Skye really did smile, a full, appreciative smile, thankful that she finally had a family that cared for her. But Fitz didn't see the smile, his hands were already moving to his bag as he extracted the night-night gun, ready to storm the castle. The fact that this was a bad idea, that they should wait for the rest of the team to follow the tracker and find them didn't seem to register in either of their minds. They were more interested in bringing Quinn to justice.

"Let's go," Skye said simply, moving out from behind their cover of trees.

Silently they slipped into the house, the only noise being the sound of the dendrotoxin bullets leaving the night-night gun as they took out the men in their path. It was only later, as he heard the sound of the gun firing and and saw the blood begin to stain Skye's shirt that Fitz realized they should have never gone in alone.

"You bast..." Fitz exclaimed as he lunged at Quinn, but he was cut off as another shot rang through the air. This time the shot was directed at him, piercing Fitz right through the abdomen.

Quinn ignored Fitz as he slowly crumpled to the floor, his sights still set on Skye. Gently, intimately, he wrapped her in his arms, feeling her body shaking with pain. With one final shot, Quinn carefully brought Skye to the ground and walked out of the room, leaving them alone and helpless.

"Help," her voice was quiet, strangled, as Skye began choking on her own blood. She looked over to the door, it was mere feet away, she just had to get there. She pulled herself towards the door, desperately reaching out for it. But it was no use. With one last gasp, her body slumped against the wall.

Minutes later, Coulson came through the door, his eyes immediately locked on Skye's broken and bloody body. It was only after he called for Simmons, cradling Skye in his arms, that he noticed Fitz in the corner, lying in a pool of blood. Coulson's face was white as he looked between his two team members. A stabbing pain of guilt flooded him. He was their leader, the one that was supposed to keep them safe. He always pushed them so hard, demanded so much out of them, and every time they had delivered. And now he had put them in harms way. He had let them down.

Simmons ran in, but unlike Coulson her eyes were fixated on Fitz, the color slowly draining from her face. She ran to her best friend's side, tears already beginning to make their way down her cheeks. She desperately felt for a pulse, feeling only a slight flutter in return.

"How is he?" Coulson's voice cut the air, shaking slightly.

"He has a weak pulse," Fitz's blood had already stained her hands as she moved to Skye. "Skye?"

"Nothing, I can't find a pulse."

Jemma looked around the room, seeing every eye on her. She wanted to scream, to cry, but they were all counting on her. Skye and Fitz were counting on her.

"There." Everyone turned to see what Jemma was looking at.

"Was is that?" Ward's voice was hard, almost angry - angry for not being there to protect them, angry that they thought that they could go in alone, angry that Coulson had put them in the field in the first place.

"It's a hyperbaric chamber." Jemma's voice was frantic as she spoke. "They've lost too much blood, we need to lower their core body tempatures until we can do more."

"There is only one." May, the constant voice of reason - with the words that cut to the bone.

Slowly everyone looked between Skye and Fitz.

They had to choose.

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Sorry for the cliffhanger, yet again, but I literally couldn't decide. Who would you choose?