Fitz

This type of thing happening is not what I signed up for. This isn't how things were supposed to go. We don't know where Coulson is, and Mike is probably dead. I think I'm having trouble breathing correctly. This is all just too much.

Those Centipede bastards. I want to punch every single one of them in the face. And then vomit. I've been feeling like I need to do that all night.

My brain is just not working like it should be. We've been up all night, worried out of our bloody minds, trying to think of how to find Coulson and coming up with nothing. Nothing. Ten hours of brainstorming and nothing but the promise that Agent Hand is on her way. Perhaps that'll help. Fresh eyes.

I just wish this could all be erased. That we could somehow go back in time and avoid the whole thing. I don't want to believe that Mike is dead. His son is way too young to lose his father. I guess I should know about that.

And Coulson, who is most likely alive but who knows in what condition. I really just need to punch something. Or fix something, do something with my hands. This is all just too much.

I thought we were in danger before, but not like this. This Centipede group is far bigger than we ever imagined. Coulson was taken, but we're all in danger. I don't like that we're all in danger. God, why can't I focus? I want to approach this situation calmly and rationally because I know that'll find Coulson faster, but all I can think about is how angry I am and scared that we won't find him, and how worried I am about something happening to Jemma. I don't know why she keeps flashing in my head. This isn't the time for that. This is the time to find Coulson and I can't do anything because I'm too scared. I'm too scared of losing anyone. I don't know how May does it. I don't know how she completely removes herself from her emotions. I can't do it. I've tried and failed. Mum always said I was terrible at handling my emotions from the beginning. I don't know why they let me be a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. I can't handle this pressure.

Yet I've made it this far. I owe it to my team to keep trying.

Simmons

I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do. Everything is just so terribly awful. Coulson was taken and Mike blown up, right in front of us, and his son. Oh, the look on that little boy's face. I wish I could erase that from my memory.

We're trying to think of something. Anything, but coming up with very little. Agent Hand is on her way, with a whole team of people. God, I hope that Coulson and Centipede are found within in the next twenty-four hours.

This Centipede group has become much more than we bargained for. They're too organized for an underground agency. It's almost as if they have as much man-power and funding as S.H.I.E.L.D. It's all so eerie.

I've been trying to keep a level head throughout all of this, but I don't know how much longer I can take. I can see that Fitz is wearing down. And I'm not that far behind him. Skye is a mess, but somehow still just as focused as ever, if not more.

I just can't believe this all happened. That one of us was taken. That Mike is most likely dead. I just want everything to be all better again, but it can't now. Even if Mike were alive he would suffer from the injuries involved all his life. Some repairs can be made, yes, we can find Coulson, potentially nurse Mike if he's alive, but this can't truly be fixed. This can't be erased, like I wish it could.

But enough of all this. This isn't going to help. I have to stay focused and strong. Hellbent on making this situation as good as we can make it. And dealing with the loses afterwards. Now is not the time to mourn. Now is the time to fight.