May had never admitted, but she cared about them. They're her companions, her safe haven and they're her family now. Well, not her blood family, fuck this bullshit of blood! She'd move mountains, and face armies or a madman who would jump between dimensions to keep them safe. She was the Cavalry and was prepared for everything that tried to to hurt his team. Well, until that night.
May opened her eyes slowly, hoping that her strangely blurred vision returned to normal. The excruciating pain in the back of her head seemed to wage a fight with her ability to think and impeding her to put her thoughts in order. She could feel that she was sitting, his back against something hard, probably a wall. Her mouth was gagged by a cloth. Her sight was coming into focus slowly and she could get the first glimpse of where she was. A not very small room, with the walls already peeled. There weren't windows and the only light came from a small lamp hanging from the ceiling. A chain was astuck on one side of the wall and climbed to the roof, passing within a bearing, which was near the lamp, and falling almost to the floor of the small room. And at the corner, a metal table containing some tools that May could not identify because of her point of view not very privileged. Melinda tried to stand, but she found out that she could not move her hands and legs. Both were strongly tied up by a strongly tight rope that seemed to tear her skin every moment. Her arms were tied behind her back, making any little movements even more uncomfortable.
She took a deep breath sometimes. Only now she could remember why she was in that situation. The moments of a few hours ago (at least that's what she thought, as her sense of time was a real mess and she had no idea about how much time had passed) came like a flood in your thoughts. The video calling. The rescue. Simmons. A slight tremor went through Melinda's body when his mind revived that scene. She wished with all her strength that biochemistry was good, that her team was taking care of her. May sighed. She missed them. Her team. Her strange, special, problematic, shifted and loved team. May was forced to admit, she had clung to those people in a way that her never thought were possible. As much as she did not show, they had become her family. And she cared about them. A lot. See Skye shot, Simmons dying, Ward and Fitz in danger, all that messed with her. But nothing could be comparable to seeing, helpless and unable to fight back, Coulson being taken. It seemed like a piece of her heart had been ripped out and taken along. She clung to the image of Phill, always smiling and willing to give his life for what he believed. See his face in her mind gave her the strength to face whatever she had to face.
Suddenly, a noise made her leave her reverie. The click of the doorknob and the soft creaking of the door opening caught her attention.A man with brown and neatly combed hair, but unshaven, with jeans and black jacket closed, apparently in their forties appeared at the door. He held a sadistic smile and kept his eyes in May for all the time . She knew him, which only increased the disgust for this man, for what he had done to Simmons. For what he was doing to her at that moment and especially for what he had done years ago.
"Melinda May." He approached the agent, stopping just inches of May and crouching, so they could be face to face. The closeness was such that she could feel his breath smelling of cigarettes. "Finally, after so many years, the cavalry was tamed."
24 hours earlier ...
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