Alright guys, look at me go. About two years ago {or something}, I started this fanfic. I'm finally getting around to finishing it. Thank you so much to those of you reading it. I think two of you have stuck around since the beginning, and I don't quite know your usernames, but know that I definitely know you're reading. It means so much to me. Thank you, really. There's a small possibility that I may write another fic. Possibly for one of these fandoms: Avengers, Criminal Minds, Agents of Shield, or even something else.

You guys should also know, if you're fans of Criminal Minds, that I've started a book of imagines on Wattpad. My username is the same over there, so go check it out!

Anyways, here's one last chapter. Thanks for sticking with me guys. Leave a last review as a good bye and give me some tips?

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"It's a long story."

Every set of eyes in the room turned to him. Thor and Cap remained outside. Hill, Fury, Tony, Bruce, Nat, and Clint listened carefully. He told the story in slow detail, leaving the occasional thing out. Some were just to painful to repeat. Like watching Skye dangle from those chains. Or hearing May beg for help. Or thinking that Simmons was bleeding out.

Most people in the room realized that this wasn't the full story. They didn't pry. Well, none of them except for Fury.

"That's not all Coulson, I know it's not," he demanded more. More information. Hill shot him a threatening glare- something she usually would've never dared to do. But how could he do this to them? How could he ask this type of thing from Coulson, especially now?

Both men hesitated. Fury wondered if he'd pushed his agent too far. Coulson wondered if he would be able to tell his story. His thoughts drifted to his team. He looked at Skye. Usually, when she slept, she had this content look of peacefulness and calm. Now her eyebrows were burrowed, though just slightly, and the corners of her lips turned down. A blue bruise speckled in purple was vibrant on her cheekbone. Both Fitz and Simmons sported similar looks. He could barely stand to look at them. It pained him. So he turned to Ward. He was asleep in the far corner of the room, away from Coulson. A small grin spread across the team leader's face. He now understood where Skye got the nickname 'Robot.' His features share so many similarities with those of a robot- the flat, straight lips with the bushy eyebrows. He had no emotion on his face. In that moment, Coulson decided to join Skye in using the nickname. It was about time.

Coulson had forgotten the other people in the room. He knew his story hadn't been good enough. He knew he'd have to tell it again later, maybe twice. He dreaded it. Another that he knew was that his thoughts were no longer his own. Everyone was reading him with such ease. He felt as though they were listening to the voice in his head, hearing the laughter of his team when someone would pull a prank or crack a joke on the bus. They were looking into his thoughts, and he couldn't do anything to stop them. He didn't have the energy to fight them on it.

"Coulson," Fury sighed, "You know that's not enough. Tell me the rest later, sound good?" A soft side. Coulson didn't know he had one of those.

He didn't respond. He put his eyes down to his lap, and collapsed backwards. The softness of the pillow beneath him caught him off guard. He didn't expect something so soft- part of him still thought he was stuck on the concrete floor of that awful room. He gasped.

Some of the people in the room filed out; he listened to the shuffling of their shoes on the floor until the door clicked shut. When he did look back up, he was met with an unexpected, tired set of eyes looking at him from a bed to his left. Bruce was sitting in the corner reading a science textbook, Hill was next to May. He could see Nat's red hair just outside the door.

"You're awake," he said. The whole situation caught him off guard, one of the nurses said she'd be out the longest.

"Duh, AC, not gonna let some drugs keep me out of the game," she croaked. The joke proved to be something she would regret making, as it caused her to violently cough until she was gasping for breath. She laid back on her bed, closing her eyes.

"I'm so sorry Skye," he whispered. He thought she'd already been knocked out again. "For everything, you didn't deserve any of this- none of you did, and it's-"

"Stop, please." She kept her eyes closed, and her voice was barely above a whisper. Coulson studied his protege's features. He was used to the warm smile, bright eyes, high cheekbones- but none of that seemed to exist anymore. She looked like a completely different person. It crushed him. "It's not your fault, c'mon AC. You know that. I don't-I can't explain it to you. Cause I feel myself slipping, just a little, and these damn drugs are gonna have me back in a minute and I won't remember this. But you can't blame yourself, you can't because we need you." He didn't even catch most of the words. But he got the gist. He had to be strong. For her, for FitzSimmons, and Ward. He knew May could handle herself. She would help him, even. They would get through this.

He, along with Skye, drifted into another sleep. He woke back up three hours later to the voices of his five favorite people trying to stay quiet enough to not wake him. He smiled slightly, keeping his eyes closed. He listened.

"How much longer do you think he'll be out?" Simmons asked aloud.

"I don't know, Jemma, you're the doctor!" Skye choked out a joking response. He heard Ward shift slightly, trying to move to help. He knew that if both of them were up, they were probably sitting together. He knew everything.

"Hey now, Skye, don't go suffocating on us," Fitz was worried about her too. How classic.

He already knew what May was doing. She definitely knew he was up. He'd felt her eyes since the moment he was conscious. The second they peeled open, his eyes found hers. His gaze trailed around the room, much fuller of life and energy then before. He had been right- Skye and Ward sat together on her bed. She was sitting crisscross, but looked uncomfortable. Ward was about a foot to her left, smiling at Fitz and Simmons bickering.

Those two were also together, in a very similar position. But Jemma couldn't bear to sit up. She laid with her feet on Fitz's lap, who laid right next to her. Not surprising.

And May, not surprisingly, was no where near her bed. She could never stand hospital beds, they made her feel like she couldn't do what needed to be done. So she was in a visitor's chair. Obviously placed directly at the foot of Coulson's bed. He smiled at her.

"Hey guys, how we doing?" He asked. The chatter in the room abruptly stopped and everyone smiled.

The team was finally going to be better. They had a future. They had more missions. They'd be okay.

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Alright guys.

That's all, that's the end.

I really do hope you enjoyed. I know there were a lot of requests for fluff, but I'm horrible at writing that. :( I tried my best. eh.

I'll be checking back here every once in a while and might even, like I said, put another story into the works. Let me know what fandom I should write it for!

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It's been great guys, thanks for everything :) 3