Chapter Three
A/N: Don't own any of the characters, by the way. Sorry for not updating so much in Chapter Two, I've just been really busy with assignments and so on. Please review on whether or not you like the story so far and where I could improve on in my writing. I appreciate all criticism – both positive and negative. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. I decided to add a Simmons POV in this chapter, hopefully it works well with the story…
Simmons
Simmons awoke in the dark cavern alone, her head throbbing with nausea. She looked around, confused for a moment until her recollections of what had previously happened struck her.
"Fitz!" she cried into the darkness, though she knew full well that no one would answer. She struggled to stand up. Damn that Night Night pistol, she thought. She checked her pockets for her comms receiver, only to find the space in both her jean and jacket pockets empty of all her belongings. As a last resort, she scanned the cavern for any trace of her belongings, and where Ward and Fitz had disappeared to. She found two set of footsteps that lead off further into the pitch-black tunnels, but no comms receiver, flashlights nor any spare ICER guns.
"Hello?" her voice echoed into the never-ending darkness.
"Simmons?" she heard a familiar voice echo back. Skye! A small beam of light pointed towards her direction and she took off running towards her saviour.
"Where's Fitz?!" Skye wondered after she had pulled away from their hug, her eyes full of overwhelming concern for their missing teammate.
"Ward took him," her own voice wobbled a bit at the thought of Fitz's courageous sacrifice. He offered himself up for HER. Tears threatened to spill from her cheeks, but she stood her ground and quickly brushed them away before Skye had any time to notice them.
"Well, we're getting him back," Skye announced, her voice full of the same brave determination that Fitz had when he willingly announced that he would work for Garrett in exchange for her safety. She drew the Night Night pistol that was hidden in the back of her jeans and set off in the direction she had come from. Simmons could do nothing, but follow.
Fitz
"Where's that bio-tech gal of yours, huh?" Garrett asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Did she find another engineer that was actually worth her time?"
Fitz ignored his taunts, despite the fact that he felt like attacking Garrett for his vile behaviour. His fingers worked numbly at Garrett's side. As soon as he was settled in, he was ordered to re-calibrate Garrett's Deathlok technology and work on replacing the ground wires that connected Garrett's internal mechanical structure.
"Too bad she isn't here. She could have been a great help to me," he sneered. Fitz could hear the twisted smile that formed at his mouth. "I did ask Ward to bring her too, you know, but Ward's always had a weakness in him," he continued as Fitz worked on the mechanics that were now a part of him.
"She's out of your hair. You can't hurt her," Fitz replied, anger bubbling up within him.
"Oh, don't worry, m' boy. That was never my intention for her." Garrett smirked in reply. Garrett paused as Ward entered the room.
"Sir, we're being pursued," Ward reported without even glancing at Fitz's direction.
"By whom? I thought you said you got rid of them!" Garrett hissed, his uneasiness seeped through his normally proper emotionless mask.
"I'm not entirely sure by whom, sir. I took care of both Coulson and May, and left Skye alone with Simmons in the tunnels," Ward reported.
Jemma, please don't. Fitz prayed with all his might that Simmons wouldn't choose to do anything reckless, but knowing her, his prayers would never be answered.
"Well, why are you still standing here for?! Get rid of them," Garrett ordered, his mouth twisted into an unforgiving snarl as Ward hurried out of the room.
