So I have been really wanting to write an Agent's of Shield fanfic, and have had all these ideas, but not really any good way to start so this is opening chapter didn't turn out as strong as I hoped. I hope this is ok though and please review! I love hearing your opinions and ideas!
Grants P.O.V:
"Come on Skye. Hands up, protect yourself," I tell her for the fifteenth time. I take her hands and position them up in front of her face. She huffs and rolls her eyes, typical Skye.
"Ward we have been at this for hours and it's a Sunday. Can't we take a break?" Skye whines.
Skye was getting me really annoyed for some reason. I just don't get it with her. She wants to become an agent, but then always puts up a fight when it comes to training. And then out of nowhere, I will find her down here at some exceedingly late hour punching away at the bag. I will never understand her.
"No breaks keep going."
She reluctantly starts punching at the bag. I am about to tell her to put more effort into it, but the intercom comes on.
"We will be land landing in ten minutes, emergency extraction assist." May's loud voice says and then goes quite.
Skye stops punching and looks at me with question. "What's an emergency extraction assist?"
"It is when we have agents down in the field that have been compromised or injured and they need to get out immediately, so the shield team closest meets them at an extraction point. Then we bring them to safety."
"Oh…..but aren't we like over some part of Africa? Who do we have in Africa? Why would we have someone in Africa?"
"There are agents all over the world Skye, doing all different things."
She shrugs. "Does this mean no more training today?"
"Yes, but-" I begin to say, but I am interrupted by Coulson. I look up to the balcony thing where he is standing.
"Agent Ward, I need you to prep, looks like they're going to be coming in under fire."
I nod. "What is their situation sir?"
"They were undercover and then compromised. That's all I have been told." He says as he walks down the stairs to be on the same level as I am.
I give him another nod. "How many?"
"Three."
"Ready Agent Ward?" Agent Coulson asks as he crouches down behind a crate across from me.
"Yes sir." There is a bump as the plane touches down. Thirty seconds later the hanger door begins to open and I point my gun outside, but there was nothing to point it at. The scene was empty, nothing but the dry earth and some jungle in the distance. I stand up, this wasn't right. There should be people here. I look at Coulson who has also come out of his position. He takes his communicator and speaks into it.
"May, are you sure these are the right coordinates."
"Sir, have I ever been wrong?" I hear back through Coulson's communicator.
Jemma, Fitz, and Skye come out from the lab.
"We didn't hear any gun fire, is everything ok?" Jemma asks, walking towards us.
"Wait where are they?" Skye says.
"Look!" Fitz says pointing outside the hanger door. Coulson and I turn around and look outside. In the distance a car was racing towards us.
"Get Back!" I yell to Jemma, Skye, and Fitz. Coulson and I take our positions again. The car quickly gets closer and closer and I realize nobody is even trailing them. The car, which is actually a land rover, skids to a halt right in front of the hanger door and a guy, African American, young, tall, muscular, and anxious looking, hops out of the driver side door. He rushes to the passenger side door and he swings open the door and grabs someone out from the seat in his arms. From my position all I could tell was that it was a girl.
Coulson yells for Jemma and she hurries out of the lab with Fitz and Skye, gurney in tow. The guy quickly walks up the hanger ramp. I notice nobody else comes out of the car, but there was supposed to be three of them.
"Is there anyone else?" I ask him. He shakes his head. The hanger door begins to close and he rushes in and places the girl on the gurney. I walk over to them and my heart skips a beat.
"Beth?"