I am certain I saw it or was I?

He opened his eyes, the fog surround his brain like a blanket that was slowly being lifted and the world was coming back to normal. He tried to move but found even a twitch would shoot pain up his central nervous system and enhance the headache that he was already experiencing. He looked around his eyes flicking looking for any sign that May was nearby, he was in desperate need to know that she was alright but she was nowhere to be found.

He tried to fight the ties that where holding him but they were made from some of the finest vibranium alloy that he had ever encountered, slowly tightening around his wrist and cutting through his skin. He knew that they were intending to keep him bound but why not gagged?

"Agent Phil Coulson, how nice it is to see you. I knew that we would eventually catch up with you? Psychic, are you? Well, I intend to find out?"

"Are you the boss? I am not going to talk to some lackey if you want an answer come and get your boss-"

Before he had time to finish, a bloody, cut stricken Melinda May was dragged unceremoniously into the room and thrown to her knees.

"Melinda! Oh dear god, Melinda…! I swear to any god that is out there that before my life is over I'm going to rip you limb from limb for daring to touch a single hair on her head. I'm-"

He didn't finish his sentence before he saw a six foot bulky bald baboon of a man step behind May and jab her in the shoulder, the result being an electric shock ran through her body ripping a scream from her tired and battered body.

Phil could do nothing but watch as she writhed on the floor, his heart breaking in two and tear streaks down his face. He knew that there was no point in denying that she was his weak link, it was clear to see on his face that they could bring him to his knees just by torturing her and they'd have every intention of causing himself and Melinda pain.

"Philip Coulson, you spineless wimp. Stop looking at me like that and start thinking of ways to get us out of this prison. I don't know how much more I can take from them, I am not in the best shape but it'll take a lot more then what those pussies have done to me before I take my last breath but get your ass in gear."

Melinda May aka The Calvary looked at the captors with contempt but also with amusement as she knew that when they got out of her, they were on her list of people whose life was about to become very short. "Don't worry, I will stay still for now but your face and my fist are going to become acquainted very soon." The six-foot brute punched her directly in the face snapping her neck to the side and spraying blood across the floor, she looked back at him spat blood all over his shoes. He looked at her with contempt but he knew that it was Coulson that they wanted and they needed to talk before the boss came down and get pissed off.

"Now Phil, you've seen what we can do and what lengths we are willing to go. You are going to do as we say, when we say and we may just let her live."

He walked up to Coulson and jabbed a syringe in his neck, blue fluid seeped into his neck and then a surge of pain worked its way around his body ripping the screams directly from his heart and ensuring that the pain was real but when he looked around he saw nothing. One minute there was May bleeding on the floor and then there was nothing but the brute standing behind the door, he desperately looked around to see where they had taken her but there was nothing.

He closed his eyes and tried to reach into his mind to see if he could feel her presence somewhere in this hellhole, that they were in, but the minute he went to extend his mind the pain tore through his head like a knife through butter.

"Ah, ah, ah. Now who is being naughty and trying to hear things again? Like I said, you will hear, see, feel and touch anything and everything that we say because if you don't, what happened to your precious Melinda May, will be the nicest thing she'd endure in this place, I promise you."

The world went black and he heard nothing but the desperate sound of silence and the resounding beating of his heart that told him he was still alive but the question was for how long. He had worked out that it had something to do with his psychic abilities and they were going to do something but the question was what?

The serum that had been punctured into his neck, started to spread around his system, giving him a numb feeling but the emotional side was screaming loud and clear that something was not right. A man in white coat, blue shirt, black trousers and blond hair came towards him but he was too blurry for him to make out any distinctive features, "I am going to remove the bonds, if you try anything my two friends behind me will get May and use her as a punching bag. Do you understand?"

Phil could do nothing with his last bit of energy; he blinked to show that he understood what was going to happen and that he'd co-operate, but all he could think about was May. He now knew that he had to think without using his psychic abilities, but first he had to deal with the knife that was in front of his face.

What in the world were they going to do? How much was he going to be made to endure, and his final thought before his whole body went completely numb was, would he ever see Melinda May again?