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He stood. Arms crossed. Overlooking the city, cloaked in nightfall, through the window in his office. The street lights twinkled back at him, and he smiled. Satisfied. He'd worked hard for this place in life, and he'd gained a stellar reputation as one of the leaders of Hydra, the most respectable organization in the world. Hell, he'd come from absolutely nothing. At least, father had always made him feel like nothing.

"Leopold, aren't you coming?"

Fitz spun around, slowly, until he caught a glimpse of her beautiful face. The green cloak wrapped around her body complimented the emerald highlights in her hair. There was something so cold and calculating about that face that he knew so well. His partner. Lover. Friend. He'd cross the universe just to be with Ophelia.

"No, Madame. I've got a few more things to wrap up here." He walked toward her and planted a kiss over her lips. Just as the first time they'd touched, a rush surged through his body. "I'll meet you at home."

She paused for a moment. Fitz knew that look well enough. She was going to protest, as she did over so many things he desired to do. But he wasn't going to allow her to change his mind tonight. Especially not after what those terrorists had tried to convince him of earlier in the day. What was it that Radcliffe had told him? That Fitz didn't know himself. Not truly.

But Radcliffe was wrong.

"Are you thinking about that woman? She deserved to die," Ophelia said.

"No." Fitz slipped away from her and walked back toward his desk. He glanced yet again at the picture of Jemma Simmons. He'd seen her today. Yelling at him. Crying as if she knew him. This Jemma was every bit as dangerous as Ophelia had suggested.

"Ah, you're thinking of her," she said. "I told you, don't listen to a thing that Radcliffe said."

Fitz didn't understand why, but in that moment, Ophelia's words annoyed him. He crossed his arms.

"I want our efforts doubled. Jemma Simmons needs to be eliminated." She was just some girl. But Radcliffe's words were getting to him. The words about being in love with a crazy terrorist and crossing the universe for her. No. Radcliffe was just another looney bat. He was no better than any of the potential inhumans who wished to wipe away the rest of humanity. They all deserved death.

"We will take care of Simmons. Just please, come home with me, Leopold. You worry me when you get like this."

Fitz turned away from her and went back to his view by the window.

"I'll be home. Just please give me some time alone."

Fitz could feel her lingering behind him. But then he heard her footsteps, and she closed the door behind her.

Alone again, his mind replayed the events of the day once more. And in the replay, Fitz envisioned Jemma's face as if on repeat, screaming in his direction. For the tiniest of moments, something crossed his mind. A glimpse of Jemma. But with longer hair. A memory of a dark-haired man pressing a button. And then Jemma and Fitz were falling toward the ocean.

Fitz slapped his face. The memory wasn't real. It was some sort of trickery. Radcliffe was playing mind games with him. Making him think that there was some strange alternate reality.

And Jemma. He needed to get rid of her quickly. Before she made him feel any more of this… uncertainty. Fitz was a man who knew exactly what he needed and wanted.

And he knew exactly who he was.