May woke with a start. She quickly glanced around the small, cold room taking in her surroundings. Coulson was laying, sprawled on the floor, facing Simmons, who was leaning and chained onto the wall. There was blood pooled on around them, but she couldn't tell who's it was. Skye was chained and hanging from the ceiling in the far corner of the room. Even if she could stand, which she oddly couldn't, she wouldn't be able to help her anyway. She was far too short to reach the restraints and releasing her would just cause her to fall the whole two feet to the ground. Fitz was almost under her, but he seemed to be really hurt. His nose was gushing blood and both his arms were twisted in awful angles behind his back to chain him to the wall. His legs were both relatively unharmed, but it was going to hurt when he woke up. Ward was next to her and also badly beaten, but not as bad as Fitz. He wasn't attached to a wall, but his legs and arms were tied with heavy-duty cords. It seemed that the only two people in the room that weren't restrained were herself and Coulson.

She took the next two minutes to assess her own injuries. A black eye, from what it felt like, and a few cracked ribs. Her right foot hurt like hell, but she still couldn't move it. Ward stirred gently to her left and quickly woke.

"Meli- May. Where are we?" he asked, catching himself before he could slip up. The last time that he had called her Melinda, he got his ass beaten in training the next day.

"I don't know. I was the first one up. You figure out the rest by yourself."

They waited for a few more minutes as Ward repeated the same process as May. He seemed especially concerned with his Rookie. He didn't like the condition Fitz was in either. He glanced back at May, who seemed almost bothered by how long it took him to remember to check over himself. He grimaced as he wiggled his fingers, his toes. Before he could finish, Coulson spat a string of almost inaudible curses. They hadn't even realized he had also woken. He had just opened his eyes. They first were just cracks, slits that he could barely see through. What forced his eyes open was the horrendous and distinguishable smell and color of blood. It was all around him, so it naturally took him a moment to identify the source. Some of it was his, pouring from his forehead. But the main source of the red, sticky liquid was the agent sitting three inches from his face. She'd been shot through her lower left gut. The bullet looked like it went right through, but he doubted that he would have such luck. He immediately sat up, which gave the satisfaction of some relief to May. That relief soon turned back to dread as she realized the source of the blood was much worse than she had anticipated. She wanted to help Phil but still found herself immobile.

"Phil, are you alright?" she asked quietly and quickly.

"Damnit May, yes I'm alright! Stop worrying about me. Simmons is bleeding out!" He nearly screamed at her. This shocked her because Coulson always kept his cool.

"Okay, relax Phil; take my jacket and use it to stop the bleeding," she, on the other hand, managed to maintain her composure.

"Melinda, get your ass over here. Give me your jacket."

"I can't, Phil," she looked up into Coulson's eyes, unsure of what emotion she might find. She decided he was mainly worried. Worried for her, for Simmons. He hadn't looked around the room yet. He hadn't noticed Skye or Fitz or Ward, but he was about to.

He tied May's jacket around Simmon's stomach and pulled it tight. Once he was sure that the bleeding had stopped he crawled back over to May. He helped reset her ankle, which had been dislocated, and checked over Ward. He wasn't worried about the pilot or the specialist. Once he finished looking over his three teammates he sat down- but only for a moment as he shot back up at the sight of Skye and Fitz across the room. He looked at May and Ward with wide eyes as he jumped onto his feet and ran across the room. He couldn't reach Skye to get her out of her chains so she was forced to hang where she was. She had multiple cuts all over her body and blood caked on her face, but besides that, her physical condition was alright. He knealed to Fitz and checked over him. His arms were both broken along with most of his fingers. He was in the worst condition of them all.

"May, when did you wake up?" he asked. Horror was in his eyes as he turned to face her.

"Not long ago. Ten minutes maybe. Ward was up two minutes after me. Do you know where we are?" she stated simply.

"No, but I'm thinking Hydra. Why can't you move?" he reasoned.

"Don't ask me. I was probably drugged. I can't move but I can feel."

Coulson then stood again to begin making his way back to his conscious teammates. He eventually got there, taking his time. He was tired, hungry, and thirsty. He once again lay on the floor in front of May and Ward, rubbing his eyes with exhaustion. It only took him thirty seconds to fall asleep leaving just May and Ward alone again. Minutes passed, turning to hours. After what Ward had guessed was about three, a tall, broad man entered the room carrying a bat. He first walked toward Coulson but seemed to change his mind mid-stride. He glided across the room to where Fitz was sitting tied up. He punched Fitz in the nose once, causing May to growl menacingly. The man turned and grinned darkly at them. Repeatedly he struck Skye with the baseball bat. Thank God Simmons is knocked out or she would have had a freak, Ward thought. Ward cursed himself for thinking that as the man walked over to her helpless body slumped against the wall. The man didn't do much to her except for kicking her where she had already been shot. She jolted awake, screaming as she doubled over and held her side. Coulson jumped up from his uncomfortable sleeping position on the ground at her sound.

Groaning, she whispered, "M-May? What's going on? Coulson? Fitz?" Her eyes were screwed shut and her hands were covered in blood from her reopened injury. He punched her in the temple, knocking her out again. May did everything in her power to move, but her body wouldn't let her. Ward just looked away. He knew that she was next. The man walked over with the baseball bat in hand, using it to bruise and beat her while she sat helplessly. Her face was stone and seemed to show no expression. Ward could see, though, the amount of pain she was feeling. The man walked toward the door, kicking Coulson on the way out yet leaving Ward unscathed.

"Wake up the one hanging and the boy," he barked into a comms set in his ear. He was purposefully loud, to make sure that everyone heard what he said. As the door slammed shut behind him, Fitz and Skye jumped awake. The first sound out of Fitz's mouth was a loud, pained groan. Skye thrashed around in her chains at first and looked around the room with glassy eyes. She hissed as the cuffs sliced even deeper into her wrists.

"Skye, Fitz, you okay?" May grimaced as she asked the question. Coulson was trying to stop May's cuts from bleeding. Ward struggled to try and squirm his way over to Skye. He gave up after barely moving an inch.

"No, nope, no, I really don't think I am. No, nope. What's going on?" Fitz asked frantically trying to hide his pain. He went to wipe the tears off his face with his hands only to discover his arms still tied to the wall. He howled out in pain as he discovered both his arms were, in fact, broken. "Ah, yeah, no, nope. Definitely not okay." Beads of sweat formed on his brow as more tears streaked down his bloodied face.

Skye's silence had caught the attention of May and Ward. Coulson crawled over to Fitz and tried to help soothe his pain and add at least some minuscule amount of comfort to his position. He ripped off his own shirt and stuffed it behind Fitz's neck like a pillow.

"Coulson, check on Skye," May pleaded. Worry was coating her usually harsh voice as her eyes never left Skye's dangling body.

"No, no. I'm f- fine," she gasped and shuddered as she lifted her head to meet Coulson's gaze.

"No you're not," Ward said from his spot on the floor. He tried again to wiggle his way over to his student.

"Shut up Ward. I'm fine," she hissed. Silent tears were streaming down her face as she tried to stay calm.

"Agent Grant Ward is right. Skye, you are not fine. As a matter of fact, you are bad. Very bad." An awfully loud and scratchy voice boomed what a hidden speaker. Ward took a quick mental note to find it later. There also must be a microphone somewhere, he thought, they heard me say that. He will have to remember to find that later, too.

"What the hell?" Skye looked up again and scanned the room. "Who is in here?"

"Me, Coulson, Ward, Fitz, and Simmons. It's through a speaker, Skye," May told. She kept her voice quiet and gentle.

"Agent Melinda May, I can still hear you," the voice teased.

They all tried their best to ignore the awful voice that was threatening to burst their eardrums at any moment.

"Okay, well fine. If you can hear us, then maybe you should turn yourself down a little," Skye ground out.

"No, no. I'm ok," he blared. At that moment, Jemma woke again with a moan. "OH! That sounded like Miss Jemma Simmons. Good to see that you're all awake. Now I'm going to get down to business. I'm going to make some things clear. We are not Hydra. We have only one thing in common with that group- and that is that we both hate S.H.I.E.L.D. We don't like Hydra either. We simply. Hate. You. We are the White Light."

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Thanks for reading this! It's not done, don't worry. I decided after writing this much that I didn't want it to be a one-shot. Anyways, leave a review and favorite! Next chapter soon!