"As for you, Agent Fitz, you'll hold a very high rank on our Tech division if you volunteer."
"If not, you'll have no rank and a lot of pain. Of course, either way, your services will be required."
Fitz' breath stocked in his lungs. This was horrible! Sure someone would do something! Anything! He saw the scene in front of him and he felt so betrayed.
How could this man do that to all of them?
"NEVER!" He meant to shout it but it was nothing but a breath, a bare whisper of defeat in his head which no one heard.
"You're gonna suffer for what you've done. And I... I plan on being a very big part of that." He at least managed to push out. He saw the mocking smile on the bigger Agents face knowing the man contempt him for his shaking voice and the tears streaming down his face but he wasn't ashamed. He felt pride. He would never give in whatever they'd do to him.
But the vile man they all had thought so highly of, the man they'd even rescued and saved, he just chucked at him. " I like you, kid."
He smiled, he truly smiled! Looking Fitz straight in the eyes, without even looking at Mae and Coulson he said:
"All right, let them have it.
But shoot that one in the kneecaps."
Fitz found pride in the fact he didn't crumble. He stood tall and hide his terror as good as he could.
Then there was a rumble and the tide had been turning again.
Later he had been sitting on this plane on its way to the freezer trying to make his promise come true. He looked at the face from Agent Garret and felt nothing but loathing for the traitor. He was meant to work on the decrypting of some technology a team had found while getting rid of some other HYDRA-Agents in one of the few S.H.I.E.L.D. bases that had been held by the agents and also to help examine the technologies they had found on Garret while searching him for weapons. He could have done this better at the bus but wanted to see this man being incarcerated and Ward had helped him to get on this plane. He had understood. He suggested that they might manage to get clues from the traitor that might be useful and that it would be handy to have an expert with them who could put it to good use. But Fitz assumed that Hand might now it to be a ruse.
He listened to Hand's little talk and it fed his hatred. Oh yes, he wanted to see this man suffering and maybe she had understood just as well.
Just then Hand turned to Garret and mentioned impassively:
"You shot the wrong clairvoyant before, care to shoot the right one?"
Fitz looked sideways at him and he felt the urge to take the gun and do it himself. S.H.I.E.L.D. had meant everything to him. It had been his home. To see the man die who had destroyed it all would be a soothing for his grieve.
When Ward got up and turned to the traitor, weapon in hand, he felt a sick, twisting flash of joy surging to his mind. He turned to look at Garret and was surprised to see him looking back smirking.
Then everything went to hell.