A/N: I wanted to write this earlier, but I didn't have the time. I'm not quite sure that the quotes at the beginning are correct, sorry! Enjoy, and maybe leave a review!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Marvel franchise. If I did, there would be a movie just for Hawkeye.
"Ward, what are you doing? Ward?"
"You're right, I do care for you. That's why I have to do this. I'm sorry." He pulls the lever.
"Ward? Ward? No!" I fall into the darkness, Jemma beside me as we plummet in our metal vesicle into the ocean far below.
I didn't see him pull the lever the first time. But after replaying it in my head over and over and over again, I have finally worked out all the details. Why did he do that? Ward wasn't bad, he was just brainwashed. Imprinted at the right time, Jemma would say.
Jemma. Poor Jemma. I wasn't able to save her in time. We clawed at the door, finally able to squeeze it open. She insisted that I go out first. What a mistake that was.
"Go, I'll be fine. Just go, Fitz, go!"
"Hold on, hold on!" I jump out of the container and try to hold open the door for Jemma. "No!" My hands slip and the doors shut, sealing Jemma in her burial chamber. "No!" I sob. "No!" I want to die.
That was two days ago. I was barely alive, winking in and out of consciousness. The only thing keeping me alive was the piece of wood that I had happened across in the middle of the ocean. I was surprised sharks hadn't eaten me yet. Jemma would be able to tell me if there were any sharks in this area or not. Jemma. Poor Jemma. I wonder if Coulson noticed we were gone.
I am so weak, so thirsty. I try to drink some of the water from the ocean. Not a good idea. I am going to die today. At least then I will be able to be with Jemma again. I miss her. Her scent, her laugh, her smile, her touch, her… everything. I just miss her. I slowly unpry my sore hands from the piece of wood. I start to fall again.
The quiet stillness of the ocean surrounds me. I look around me for one last time. It burns my eyes, but I don't mind. I see an image of Jemma before me, beckoning me. I reach for her hand and I…