Written October 4 under the writing prompt "Good vs. Evil"
Her feet beat the ground at an uneven pace, breath escaping from her lungs in short yet powerful puffs. Blood trickled down her face and her side throbbed with every movement. She'd been undercover for S.H.I.E.L.D. for months now, too dedicated to this mission to escape when the abuse began. Surely if Coulson had known he'd never had let her stay there and endure this. Except she'd been discovered two months prior and she'd lost her way of escape, whisked off to London, where they thought they'd never come for her. She'd call Tony as soon as she made it somewhere safe, she decided. He'd come and find her, get her back to headquarters and she'd be safe. Suddenly a group of armed men blocked her path, whisking her out of the daydream. She spun. More men emerged behind her. She'd run straight into a trap and all she could do was pray that they would be merciful, she was far too weak to fight them off. She secretly hoped somehow S.H.I.E.L.D had miraculously found her coordinates and would save her. As her assailants closed in on her already broken body, a helicopter was heard in the distance.