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In answer to a question asked in a review by Ludy, Skye is not Daisy yet, and might never become Daisy, depending on what I feel like writing when the time comes. Please leave reviews, with either positives or feedback and I will answer any questions here.
For the purposes of this fic, Coulson knows about his death and May is level 8(so there are no secrets between them). I will also not be completely following the show-I might skip episodes and characters.
Disclaimer -I do not own Agents of Shield but I love it very much and have watched it multiple times.
Recap: The team played paintball together, which ended in Bobbi declaring a prank war on May. Fitzsimmons are annoyed at the other agents for covering the kitchen in the mess from a food fight. May and Coulson got engaged to be married and Skye was worried, because at 5am -half an hour till start time, she had not heard either agent return.
Sorry, this chapter is still not following the main story line as I have continued with an idea that I had from my ending last time. Enjoy :)
12:30 the night before
May and Coulson departed the train and stepped out onto the crowded platform. Coulson's arm was wrapped around her waist as they walked through the station, towards the exit. They were engrossed in relaxed conversation and completely oblivious to their surroundings, only paying attention to each other. The evening was going beautifully until that moment. By the time she noticed it was too late. She heard the blast of a gun and saw the blood pooling on Coulson's shoulder, as he fell against her.
"no," she whispered, the words barely leaving her lips. She managed to get him to cover, behind an upturned table and wrapped the wound with her jacket. He was barely conscious, but she had to Disable the people who shot him, otherwise he would bleed out in the station.
She had taken down 8, before realizing that there were too many of them. No matter how many she killed, there were always more. After about 10 minutes, she lost consciousness.
May woke on a cold, stone floor. She had not noticed how cold it was but now it bit into her skin like knives. She had given her jacket to Coulson before she was knocked out. There was no way of knowing how long it had been. What time was it? What day was it? Coulson. Where was he. She went to stand up, but the room was spinning, and her head was splitting with pain, so she allowed herself to collapse back onto the floor. Coulson. It all came back he had been shot. Was he even alive? Tears threatened to roll down her cheeks, but she held them back. That was when the door opened. The door opened and she was dragged out of the small room and dumped in an interrogation chamber. Great. The last thing she needed. Her head still throbbed. The room was still spinning. Coulson. She had to find him.
She had no idea what organization this was. Who was deliberately tracking her and Coulson? Coulson. His name reverberated around her head.
"Finally," she sighed in relief as the interrogator left. Painfully dislocating her wrists, she freed herself from the handcuffs. She removed a bobby pin prom her hair and carefully picked the lock on the door. The only positive of this outfit right now. She found the dress ridiculously annoying but at least she had bobby pins. She punched the back of the guard's head, before stealing his tablet-style device. He clearly did not have any clearance in this place, but he appeared to be new. A map she smiled as she flicked through the contents of it.
It did not take long before she arrived at a place called prisoner containment. She searched all the rooms but one was beginning to give up hope when she looked into the last door. Coulson. She let out a sigh of relief. He was barely conscious, but he was breathing. He was alive.
"I am not losing you again" she whispered to him as she picked him up from the floor. There was next to no security, she thought as she climbed out the open window, with Coulson over her shoulder. It was probably because they had assumed he would die soon anyway she thought bitterly. Hopefully, they would get some information off this place from the tablet that she had hidden in her bag. Thankfully, she had found her bag and change of clothes on one of the lower floors, so she now wore her signature black jeans and T-shirt, although her jacket was left behind, to destroyed to save. After hot-wiring a car, she managed to get them back to the building where the bus was parked. 5:45.
She rushed up the elevator, Coulson still in her arms. He was still breathing. She met Skye as she boarded the bus.
"where the Hell have you been? we were so worri…Oh my god." She cut herself off as she noticed Coulson, completely still in her arms.
"Fitzsimmons!" Skye screamed.
"What" they replied exasperatedly as Fitz chewed through a box of twiglets.
"What happened to yo…" she began asking May before she noticed Coulson.
"Is he al..." Simmons began asking.
"Alive but took a bullet in the shoulder 6 hours ago. I will explain later. Can you save him? She asked with a hint of desperation."
"Bring him to the lab" Simmons told her before giving a list of commands to Fitz that no-one else understood.
May paced across the floor outside the lab. There had been no word of Coulson since Simmons had rushed him into emergency surgery hours ago. She ran her fingers over the ring that he had given her. A black diamond lay in the center, surrounded by white-gold leaves and smaller white diamonds. Tears pricked the back of her eyes as she thought of the previous night. It was her fault. She should have been more alert. It was her fault. She had let her guard down. It should be her in that room right now, not him. Anyone but him.
Skye watched May pacing across the floor. She looked awful. Her hair was a complete mess that looked like it was once up but missing half of its pins, her face was a mess of bloody cuts bruises and blood soaked through her jeans in what looked like a bullet wound in her ankle. How was she even walking? Her S.O had not sat down since she arrived. Simmons would probably have her on a weeks bed rest if it hadn't been for Coulson's injury. She felt terrible. May normally held a completely indifferent expression but she looked like tears were about to break through her eyes. If that were not enough to worry Skye, which it was, May hadn't even noticed that Skye was there and Skye had been there for 10 minutes.
Skye stepped forward and made May aware of her presence.
"How long have you been there," she asked Skye quietly, failing to mask the pain in her voice.
"Long enough" Skye states. "We should probably patch up your ankle before Simmons notices."
May looks back at Skye, confused. Then she looks down at her ankle and realizes that she had been shot through it. No wonder it had been hurting so much to walk on.
"Only you would not realize you had taken a bullet through your ankle," Skye chuckles, shaking her head.
"Its not a big deal" May deflects, hoping the younger agent would just leave.
"Mmhmm?" questions Skye as she picks up May's hand in attempt to drag her away from the small room.
May gave in and walked towards Skye, as they both walk out of the room.
Skye felt immediately guilty when she realized that she had just attempted to pull May out of the room by her injured hand, which had a deep gash across it and swapped to May's left side. As the two agents continued down the hallway of the bus, Skye picked up May's left hand.
As May realized that Skye would notice her engagement ring, she tried to pull her hand away but that just drew the young agent's attention to it. Bad move.
Skye's curiosity got the better of her as she looked down at May's hand to see what she was being so protective over. Skye did not think that her left hand had been injured, only the right. So, what was the problem? Skye shifted her grip on May's hand to reveal an elegant engagement ring. Her mouth dropped open as she stared slightly at May.
"Who…" Skye began to ask but thought better of it.
"Sorry, forgot to take it off" May mumbled quietly, as she slipped it onto a gold chain round her neck.
Skye thought about it for a moment before finally putting the pieces together.
"Oh my gosh you guys are so perfect!" after a pause she then adds "I'm so sorry May."
"Your mouth is sealed. That's an order." she replied as she began stitching the gash in her hand.
Skye looked part shocked, part awed when May just began stitching the wound without wincing and without taking any kind of pain meds.
"I went to operations, Skye" she replied as if that explained everything. It probably did to anyone that went to the academies she mused.
As May finished her last set of stiches and wrapped a bandage round her ankle, she leaves the room and heads towards the showers.
She was exhausted but she could not sleep. Not until she knew that Coulson was alive. No-matter where she was, she just ended up counting minutes and seconds as she waited, so she returned to the room outside the lab. Slumping against the wall, she waited, slowly fingering the ring as it hung on the chain around her neck.
She stood up as she heard Simmons exit the lab. She looked exhausted but happy.
"He's alive." She told her.
May tuned out after that. Relief rushed over her as she repeated the words over and over in her head. He's alive. Alive. Alive. The room continued to spin, and her headache burned on, but he was alive. That was all that mattered. Alive.
"You don't look so good yourself agent may." Simons said.
May rolled her eyes. "feel like stating the obvious Simmons?"
"I'm ok- bullet to the ankle, stitches on right hand forehead and knee, but I'm fine Simmons." she smiled.
"You forgot to mention sleep deprivation and concussion. Bed. now May."
May started to protest but quickly gave in.
"You should probably keep this safe for a bit" she grinned as she handed May Coulson's ring. May glanced at her in exasperation. It would not be long before the whole bus knew. Daisy would never keep quiet, and Simmons would never dream of not telling Fitz. Simmons's suspicions were confirmed when May slipped the ring onto her chain, exposing her own ring. She smiled as May left the room. She was happy for them. The agents were practically legendary in the academies and practically everyone level 7 and above shipped them together, placing them on undercover missions together, always partnering them together and constantly hinting that they should have a relationship. She found it hilarious that the two agents were secretly engaged.
After waking up a few hours later, she headed down to the medbay to see Coulson. It was late at night, so the lights were out, and the team were in bed. Her socks were light on the carpet and the darkness did not prove a problem for her. When she arrived, she grabbed some medication for her concussion from the cabinet, before sitting on a chair next to Coulson's bed and tucking her legs up onto the seat. She pulled the chain from around her neck and carefully slid both rings into her lap, before placing hers on her finger. She pulled his hand into her lap and slipped the ring back onto his finger. It was a simple band of black-gold which complemented hers, which was a black diamond incased in white-gold leaves. The engraving was split across the inside of the two rings, in curling script reading 'I will always have your back.'
Coulson's hand shifted in her lap, indicating to her that he was awake.
"Melinda?"
"I'm here, don't worry."
"Where are we?"
"Don't worry, I got us home, we're on the bus."
"Your injured Melinda"
"I'm injured?" She laughed. "says the person lying in the lab with a bullet through his shoulder, "she teased.
"bullet?" he queried.
"I'm so glad your alive. I. I thought I lost you. I love you so much."
He silenced her by sealing her lips with his with a soft kiss.
"I love you too Melinda."
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