Returning as Men
Watched 'Turn, Turn, Turn' the other night! OMG! So sorry I've been ill so here's chapter today! I hope my spelling and grammar is better in this one! I also saw the second Hunger Games movie and I have fallen in love with Finnik! BTW Ward is still 'good' in this story.
Ok here we go! Warning: Language and Injury
Chapter 3 - The Dealer
Fitz wanted to shout out, call for Ward; but the air was too still , too cold, too dangerous to disturb for such a matter. He was gentle with the silence, fearful the smallest noise would shatter the dome of silence about him and reveal his position. Then he decided, to shout, but not for Ward, "I have the files. I shall hand them over in exchange for Agent Ward."
At first he thought no-one had heard him, the dark shadows only. Then he doubted his words, they hardly sounded believable to his own ears and he knew of his true intentions and this time it was to give up.
"The files for the Agent." A dark voice echoed him Fitz's ears and he was almost relieved to not here Peterson snarling.
"Agreed." Fitz nodded to himself, entering a nearby hallway, where he suspected the Agent was stood. Fitz couldn't help but smirk to see the agent behind a glass door; a bullet proof glass door. "You scared? Hiding behind the glass." Fitz chuckled.
"I'd rather stay conscious to hand over the agent. Quite a toy you have there Agent Fitz."
"Designed it myself." Fitz puffed his chest proudly, "Now where is Agent Ward."
"Grant is closer then you think, young man. Now hand over the files and we shall reveal him to you." The Agent indicated behind him and Fitz saw definite shuffling behind him, he prayed it was Ward.
Fitz nodded and slid the files under the door, keeping a stern eye on the figures behind the Agent. He bit his lip as the Agent collected the papers and examined them, turning and walking with a final echoed call, "Nice doing business with you."
"Ward?" Fitz hissed as he squinted at the figure lent against the wall a few meters away on the other side of the door, "Are you ok?"
"A bit bruised, but ok." Came a muffled, gruff call back, "The files. Why?"
"Trust me. Look our coms have lost contact. I'm guessing Skye will have them up and running in about five, ten minutes. Before then we need to try and open this door so I can get to you. The agent with Peterson hotwired them to act on his command - they are all closed at the moment." Fitz watched as Ward edged closer.
"The files, Fitz?" He demanded.
"I said to trust me. Honestly Ward. I'm not going to say anything until I'm sure we are safe." Fitz whispered and Ward nodded sternly.
They sat in almost silence for minutes until Fitz jumped, at first Ward thought it as a shiver, but no Fitz was sat up and alert now. There was someone coming in his direction and only one person could control the doors. "Welcome back!" Fitz called in to the dark a slight smile on his face.
"Thank you Agent Fitz." The footsteps stopped.
"So, not happy with the deal?" Fitz asked.
"Oh, no completely happy, we have our files, but you. For all we know you could have read them gained the information you needed and I'm sorry but I can't let you get away with those files." The voice spoke boldly, no shake nor quiver. Ward shouted, he knew what the agent meant but Fitz just shook brow furrowed as he backed against the glass door.
Then the gunshot was heard… and soon enough the scream.
"Fitz!" Ward cried hammering hard on the glass. Fitz was oblivious however he was writhing in pain on the floor, eyes wide and glassy with panic and mouth open in a silent scream of pain. "Fitz! Listen to me!" Ward bellowed again, trying to catch the boys attention, "Calm down!" Then Fitz seamed to hear; he stopped writhing and sunk down flat, panting and staring, pain in his eyes at Ward. Ward could only stare back and call words of encouragement as he watched a crimson patch begin to spread over Fitz left shoulder. He was rasping for breath and beads of sweat had stared to form on his forehead. "Ward." Fitz rasped suddenly as he tried to roll over, "No! Fitz stay still ok?" Ward panicked as Fitz called out once more, "We need to stop the bleeding. Yes?" Fit nodded solemnly, his eyes sliding shut.
"No! Fitz, I can't help you ok? Don't give up, I'm going to pass material under the door and you've got to put pressure on the wound."
Ward hurriedly ripped his sleeve and fed the material under the door, Fitz collected it with his good arm with a whimper of pain, "That's it." Ward encouraged as Fitz wedged the cloth on his shoulder whimpering once more and calling out again, "God Skye, get on coms."
"What?" Ward asked.
"The coms, they're crackling, they are working." Fitz muttered, his voice high and childish.
'Skye? Simmons? Anyone?' Ward bellowed down the line, praying he'd be heard. Fitz's eyes slipped shut and he let out a shuddering breath; he was deathly pale by now and Ward was paling himself, trying to imagine the shock and pain the agent would be feeling at his first injury. 'H..hello…' Ward nearly cried with joy as he made out Skye's voice on the line.
'Skye!' Ward shouted.
'Ward? What happened? Are you ok?' Skye asked down the line.
"Simmons! I have something!" Skye shouted and Simmons was at her side in an instance, "What is it?"
'Ward?' What happened? Are you ok?' Skye started and Simmons flicked on her com, wiring Coulson online too.
"Sir, we have a com line!" May announced and Coulson sighed in relief.
'Ward?' What happened? Are you ok?' Coulson and May listened intently.
'I am fine. Fitz has taken a bullet, left shoulder. He's bleeding a lot, I can't keep him awake for much longer. We need someone quick.'
'Ok, Ward stay with him, check his pulse, breathing, we are already on our was give us five.' Coulson was first to speak.
'Simmons, it's ok. He'll be ok.' Then came the hushed whisper of Skye's voice and the soft sob of Simmons. 'He needs you right now.'
'Ok,' Simmons shaky voice came online. 'I need his pulse and breathing rates, Ward'
'I'm sorry. I can't get them… he's on the other side of a bullet proof door. I can't get to him there's no way round, I'm sorry'
'Shit.' Coulson voice broke the silence and then came the words they all dreaded to hear.
"Fitz! No, breath for me mate!"
End Of Chapter
Omg! Cliffy!