A/N: I FINALLY got a request from someone, which is both daunting and uplifting.
This is for Lena-May gets injured and the team tries to save her.
This one will be a bit longer.
I own nothing!
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May crouched behind the wall and peered around the corner, gun tight in her hands but lowered.
Two guards. She took them both down in clean shots.
Remember, clear the building, find the inhuman, see what information you can get ahold of. That way-
"We can try to find where HIVE is hiding out." She finished. "We've gone through that at least five times."
May-Coulson's disapproving voice in her ear instigated a small smirk. I shouldn't have to remind you that the base is heavily guarded. That's why we're using real guns on this one. Mack and Yoyo are on the roof working their way down to you.
"Copy that."
Levels twenty two and twenty are clear. Mack's voice came through coms. Moving down.
May was on level fifteen. From the intel they had, she knew this was the prisoner level. They were looking for a young girl, an inhuman, before HIVE could find her.
She moved down the hall towards the guards and searched each of them, looking for the key to the prisoners doors. She found them, and began searching rooms.
She didn't realize she made a mistake until she entered room number one.
The room itself was empty. She stepped in, glanced around, and was about to back out when suddenly the door was being slammed into her back. She was sent flying forward, throwing her hands out to catch herself instinctively.
"Well if it isn't Agent May?"
Melinda was on her feet in a second.
Giyera. She sighed in irritation.
"I've got Giyera." She spoke into her comms. "It was a trap. Do you read me?"
Only static echoed back, only causing her irritation to rise. She assumed HIVE knew that the SHIELD team was coming. She cursed internally.
"You really think we couldn't see you coming." Giyera replied, folding his hands in front of him and standing up straight. His superiority got on her nerves.
She attacked first, which was her second mistake.
He easily blocked her swipe at his head, and aimed a punch at her gut, which she sidestepped. She grabbed his outstretched hand and yanked him forward to drive a kick into his stomach.
Another punch-hers-he caught her hand. She struggled to free herself and he grabbed her other hand.
She took advantage of the opening and kicked her foot up, catching him in the crotch.
She staggered back as he fell, clutching his nether regions with a particularly pained expression on his face. She was about to deliver a kick to his head when he caught her foot, and jerked it upward so she fell back.
There was a crack as her head slammed against the tiled floor, and the world swayed around her. She struggled to her feet, but her head pounded.
She just barely managed to dodge a punch, but the movement sent her staggering back. She clung to the grey wall, hoping the room would steady itself.
He came at her, trying to pin her against the very wall that she was clinging to, and she ducked, hearing his fist hit the wall not two inches from the side of her head.
She flipped them so he was now against the wall and her hand was around his throat, pinning him there.
She wanted so badly to kill him. Both of her hands tightened around his windpipe, squeezing.
Her third mistake was forgetting about her gun. Three strikes and you're out.
She heard the gunshot before she felt it.
Giyera was gone before she fell to the ground, clutching her midsection as blood began to leak through her fingers. The pain was…unimaginable.
She gasped for breath, tried to flip herself onto her side. Darkness swam at the edges of her vision.
She didn't know what compelled her to drag herself across the floor. She tries to convince herself that it's to call out to Yoyo and Mack, or try comms again. But in all honesty, it was because she didn't want to die in that room. Not alone.
She made it to the doorway and somehow managed to prop herself up against the doorframe. One hand stayed glued to her midsection, pressing hard to staunch the flow of blood. The other flew up to her comms.
"Phil-"
The world was getting dark fast. A chill seemed to settle in her bones.
May, we lost you for a bit. Everything alright down there? Coulson's voice was happy go lucky. It made her smile weakly.
"Giyera's in the building." She bit out through another wave of pain. Her hand fell from her face, too weak to remain there.
Are you ok? May?
"AGENT MAY!" Someone called. But she couldn't see who it was.
And then the world went dark.
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Yoyo was the first one to her.
She knelt down, unsure what to do for a moment, hands shaking and tears threatening the corners of her eyes.
"May, stay with me." She thought back to Jemma, what she would do. Her fingers moved to the base of May's neck, checking for a pulse. It was weak, but it was there.
And god there was so much blood. Elena ripped part of Melinda's shirt away, exposing her midsection.
"We need to get her out. Coulson-" Mack spoke into his comms," we need extraction, now. May's hurt."
"We need to stop the bleeding. Is there anything we can use?" Yoyo's voice was panicked.
Mack looked around before noticing that it was a prisoner's cell. He sprinted over to the bed-nothing but a thin mattress-and ripped the sheets off it unceremoniously. He returned to her and she tore the fabric with shaking hands.
Once they had a makeshift bandage around May, Mack handed Yoyo his gun and scooped the agent up like she was nothing more than a ragdoll.
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Jemma was waiting ten minutes before the plane even lands, pacing at the entrance of the base.
"I should have gone with them." She told Fitz, who looked just as worried as she did, if not more so. But he leaned against the wall, arms wrapped around himself like he did when he was worried.
"They didn't know this would happen. Don't blame yourself." He sighed and came over to her, stopping her pacing. "She's alive-"
"Yes, for now, but what happens if-" A tear slid down her cheek.
"Jemma." He wiped the tear from her face with his thumb and kept his hand there, cupping her cheek. "You can do this."
The doors opened and he stepped back.
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Phil Coulson doesn't know how long he had been sitting there when she finally opens her eyes.
It could have been hours, days. All he does know is that her hand felt cold and tiny in his, that her face was pale, that her heart monitor beeped steadily despite evidence to the contrary.
Her return to reality is first marked by her squeezing his hand lightly. It jerks him from the nap he was taking, head on his crossed arms on the side of her hospital bed.
He sat upright, watching her eyes flutter open and her breathing change. She looked around, confused for a moment, before her eyes landed on his.
"Welcome back, Agent May." He teased quietly. It was just past three in the morning.
"How long was I out?"
"A few days." He replied.
She nodded and leaned her head back, but not before noticing how tightly he was gripping her hand.
"Phil," He jerked up at the sound of his name,"I'm okay."
He smiled but said nothing for a moment, just enjoying the warmth returning to her fingers.
"You coded, Melinda." He said softly. "Only for a minute, but I was afraid-"
He couldn't finish the thought, and she didn't want him to. They lived in a world of silent conversations and looks. Words were not her forte, and he tended to mix his up. She knew what he meant, but she was too tired to analyze if she felt a similar way.
She leaned her head back and fell asleep once more.
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Daisy's hands trembled over the keys, surging with anger and worry as she watched the security feed.
"You're angry." She wasn't surprised that HIVE had come to check on her. His presence was…soothing. Like a balm on burned skin. He moved to look at the feeds next to her.
"I hate that she got hurt." Daisy replied quietly, turning off the feed of the med bay and swiveling around to look at him.
"She was in the way, Daisy." He said it so simply.
And yet, he was right. SHIELD was getting in the way, Giyera made sure they were taken care of. It was so simple now, so right. The anger faded.
"You're right." She voiced out loud.
"Once they join us, they will forgive us." He rested a hand on her shoulder and offered his approximation of a smile, before turning and leaving the room.
His words calmed her anger, sure.
But that didn't mean she wasn't worried.
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Lena-I hope you liked it! I tried to keep it in the same sort of time period as 3x17, but after Daisy joined HIVE.
It was interesting, writing in different perspectives…I suck at writing fight scenes sooo sorry
Anyways-hope you enjoyed!