I'm sorry I didn't update yesterday; I had exams and it totally passed my mind. But exams are passed and I'm ready to update.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own Agents of SHIELD, otherwise I would have made this whole thing canon.
Simmons needed to tell Fitz she was pregnant. She had pointedly ignored anyone who had tried to talk to her on her way to where Fitz was being held, determined to tell him.
She didn't understand what was going on in the room.
Fitz had planted himself onto the farthest wall; two unknowns with their backs turned were advancing towards him. When Simmons saw that, she immediately flew back around the corner, poking her head out so she could see.
"Kansas," Fitz said, his Scottish accent wavering. "Kana. Please."
So that's who they are, Simmons thought. They dyed their hair.
"You don't understand," Kana said in her sickly sweet voice. "You will once you turn."
The two scientists' eyes widened at the exact same time when they heard that. Fitz's eyes flitted down the Kansas's jacket, where he had just pulled a long, thin stone out.
With what Simmons imagined as a smile, Kansas said, "Now it's your turn, big brother."
The terrigen stone rolled out of his hand, shattering to a million pieces on the floor.
Simmons dove out the way of the doorway as a veil of smoke poured out of the broken crystal. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks when she heard Fitz's screams. She bit into her fist so she couldn't make a sound.
"Well," the voice of Kansas said, "now we wait."
Mitsu Ito sat in the corner of the white room she was in, her arms wrapped around her knees. She half expected to wake up in her bed, back in the home of her foster parents.
She had overheard them earlier that day that she was too troublesome, and would be sent back to the orphanage the following morning.
Then she heard a scream, not too far away. Her head bolted upright, her eyes scanning the four walls surrounding her.
It stopped abruptly, but there was no doubt that people had heard it.
She didn't know how much time has passed until she heard the words, "Get out!" being shouted at someone, and the wall disintegrated in front of her.
Where the wall had been was a perfect circle of air, about ten feet in diameter, a man screaming above them as his legs were gone, blood gushing out of the stumps and onto the bottom of the crater. Standing in the middle of it, panting, was a man she had never seen before, his eyes wide as he stared down at his hands, his blonde hair plastered to his face with sweat.
"Fitz!"
A brunette pushed passed two people - one man, one woman - and slid into the crater, but the man - Fitz - tripped himself up trying to get away from her.
"Please, Jenma," he pleaded, his arm out in front of him. He sounded Scottish. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You could never hurt me."
Because she had good eyes, Mitsu could she the air right in front of the woman waving slightly, like it would on a hot sunny day. She screamed at Jemma to stop walking, making the two people in the crater turn to her. Looking around at something to throw, Mitsu spotted a mirror on the table next to the bed, and made a wild grab at it. With an aimed throw, the mirror soured through the air, sure to hit its mark.
But it didn't.
Half a foot from Fitz, the mirror disappeared. Everyone, including the aforementioned Scot, looked surprised as Mitsu threw a magazine at him, only to disappear again.
"I was not expecting that," the woman Jemma had pushed passed muttered. "But that is extremely cool."
As the screams overhead died down as he got carried away on a gurney, the door to Fitz's white room opened, revealing a man in a suit and a metal hand. Behind him was a brunette woman with short hair and brown eyes. The two poured into the room, along with about a dozen agents.
The man in the suit motioned at the two people standing stock-still in the middle of the now-adjoined rooms, and a muscular brown dude and a smaller agent handcuffed them and towed them out of the room, the two prisoners struggling against their bonds.
"What the hell happened here?" Coulson asked, looking around the room the crater had created.
Bobbi Morse, who was situated in one of the upper rooms, covered in blood, shook her head. "I don't know, sir. The wall and floor just disintegrated, taking Agent Schwann's legs with it. That girl down there," she motioned to an unfamiliar Japanese girl in a white gown, "somehow knew what happened before Simmons got disintegrated."
The aforementioned Asian's brow furrowed in confusement. "I don't know what's going on," she admitted. "I just saw a small wave on the air around the guy in the crater, and threw a mirror at him."
Next to Coulson, Lincoln's eyebrow raised. "There's no mirror in there."
"That's because it disintegrated before it hit him," she said.
"Simmons," Coulson said, not taking his eyes off the Asian, "what happened?"
Simmons swallowed. "I-uh, came to talk to him about that... Thing," she said slowly, "and, um, Kana and Kansas were in here, I don't know how. Kansas dropped a terrigen crystal, and when Fitz came out of his husk thing, a sort of shockwave burst out of him, destroying everything. I was lucky I was on the opposite side of the room."
Coulson's eyes flicked quickly down to her stomach, then to Fitz, who had started hyperventilating. He fell to the ground, wheezing and taking in big gulps of air. Simmons looked like she wanted to rush to him and help him, but she couldn't because of the literal wall of disaster he had put up around himself.
The Asian girl looked uncomfortable, glancing at the amount of agents that were just watching Fitz hyperventilate.
"Aren't you guys gonna do something?" She yelled at Coulson and his team.
As Simmons started talking softly to Fitz at the closest distance possible, Coulson walked over to the teenager, who had swallowed some air and was taking a few steps backwards, the backs of her knees banging against the bed in the centre of the room, making her sit down.
Coulson folded his arms as he towered over her, a short distance away. Her eyes flitted behind him to Lincoln and Joey.
"What's your name?"
"Mitsu Ito."
"What ability do you possess?"
Mitsu cleared her the ought, standing up again. "I glow."
His eyebrows shot to his reclining hairline. "Excuse me?"
"Her skin lights up, sir," Joey said from where he stood.
"Huh." He looked Mitsu up and down. "That's new."
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