Author's Note: I just wanted to say thank you for everyone who has favourited/followed/reviewed or even read this story. I especially want to thank Salkri Kachemench for the suggestion for this chapter!
The guards had given up trying to get information out of Ward. They knew it was impossible.
"Take them back." One of them said, voice stern. Ward was released from the chair and immediately ran over to Skye. Her head was down, as if she had no energy to keep it up. Her leg was still bleeding profusely. The wound on her head had now been reopened from the punches she received.
"Skye? Skye? Look at me, please. Come on." Ward pleaded, whilst opening up the ropes that kept her to the chair. Once he was finished, Skye slumped forward. Ward moved quickly, just enough to catch her. The guards made a move to separate them. "Please just let me carry her to wherever you're taking us." The guards nodded. Ward picked up Skye and followed the guards out of the room.
FitzSimmons were resting against the wall in the corner of the room. Jemma had her head resting on Leo's shoulder, sleeping lightly.
The door to their cell banged open, startling Fitz and waking Simmons. They both jumped up and watched in horror as Ward carried a sickly looking Skye into the room.
"Jemma, help me please. I don't know what to do. Help me." Ward begged. Leadership came over Jemma and she took charge. "Set her down over here." Ward obeyed and placed Skye on the floor gently and setting her head in his lap. "Ward, rip of a piece of your shirt." Jemma instructed. Ward obliged. Just as Simmons was tying the piece of shirt around Skye's leg, trying to stop the bleeding, she woke up.
"Grant? Ow. What's happening? I'm scared." Skye said hurriedly, looking up at Ward. Her breathing quickened, she started to panic. "Sshh, Skye it's okay. Simmons is just trying to help you." Ward whispered silently, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Ward, you need to calm her down. Her heart rate is increasing. You need to calm her." Jemma instructed. Ward didn't know what to do. He had no idea how to calm her down. FitzSimmons always spent the most time with Skye, they would have been better to do it. But, unfortunately they were too busy trying to stop the bleeding from her head and leg.
Memories of Skye flashed through his mind. The interrogation room when they first met. The whole thing with Miles. Ward wished he would have forgiven her sooner. He regretted how he treated her. One particular memory stuck in his head. It was one of their first training sessions. She asked him about his defining moment. He told her about his childhood. He remembered how she was sucked into his words about his brothers. He knew the only way to calm her was to tell her a story.
Ward decided he would tell her one of his happiest memories. His birthday at Gramsy's house.
"Skye, you've got to calm down. Listen to my voice. Don't worry about anything else." She looked up at him again, pain and sorrow in her eyes. She wanted to listen, so Ward started his story.
"It was my 7th birthday and we were having dinner at Gramsy's house, you remember Gramsy don't you? I told you about her. Anyway, Gramsy had cooked my favourite meal, plain cheese pizza. The cheesy, greasy smell filled her small house and Skye, I was so excited. I ate so much pizza and enjoyed every warm bite of it." Ward looked at Simmons, who was currently taking Skye's pulse. She nodded, telling Ward to keep going and that everything was okay. So Ward continued, speaking silently, whispering into Skye's ears.
"After we had our pizza, Gramsy brought me into the sitting room and let me open my present. The wrapping paper was multicoloured. Blue and purple stripped. Now that I think of it, they're your favourite colours, who would have thought, huh? The wrapping paper was so shiny and inviting so I dove in. I came to a cardboard box. I opened with hesitation. You'll never guess what it was. It was a Captain America figurine, one of the first editions. I was so happy. I'd never been happier." Ward finished. Skye looked up at him, admiration in her eyes. She forgot all about the pain in her head and her thigh. She could only think of the love she felt towards Ward.
"Captain America, really? I thought that was Coulson's thing." Skye coughed, her eyes closing. Soon she was asleep with her head still in Ward's lap.
"The best thing we can do now is let her sleep. I've stopped the bleeding from her leg but she's lost a lot of blood. We need to get her out of here soon." Simmons said, a worried tone to her voice. She was concerned about her friend. Her thoughts were racing, she didn't know what state May and Coulson were in, she didn't even know if they were alive. She pushed the thought from her mind.
Fitz and Simmons soon drifted to sleep but Ward stayed awake. He had to make sure Skye was okay. He would never forgive himself from not protecting her, from not stopping this from happening. He bent down and kissed Skye's forehead. "You gotta be okay Skye. I don't know what I would do without my rookie. I need you. The team needs you. Once we're out of here, you can have the whole week of training rookie. Please Skye, I need you to be okay." Grant whispered, tears falling from his face soaking Skye's hair, mixing with the blood. "I love you."
May and Coulson were still left alone in their cell. It had been a while since they had heard anything. The lingering echo of Skye's screams were still ever present in their memory. They were becoming agitated.
The next thing they knew, their cell door was opening and they were being brought to the room Skye and Ward were in. Both noticed the pool of blood on the floor but tried not to think about it. Over-thinking was dangerous after all.
"Let us see if we can get anything from you." A burly guard said, whilst entering the room. May and Coulson began to prepare themselves for whatever torture was coming next.
Author's Note: That's it for Chapter 3! Thank you for reading, I would really love to know what you think!