"B6."
"No. G7."
"Hit. C4?"
"Absolutely not. E3."
She heard a drawn out intake of breath and grinned.
"Honestly Ward, I don't even know why you play this game. It's like you're cursed."
"I'm not cursed I'm just...unlucky."
"Which is the same as being cursed."
He looked at her, deciding on the truth of that statement "Can't argue with that."
"You know, when I was in the orphanage there was this kid, Tyler, and he was the most superstitious kid I've ever met in my life. He wouldn't go near ladders, avoided black cats like the plague and mirrors? Forget about it. Didn't ever touch them in case he smashed them. He believed he was cursed."
"What? Why?" Ward frowned sceptically.
"Said it all started when he was born. Apparently he was born on the 13th of January, which, according to him if you used the Lunisolar calendar would be the thirteenth month, at exactly 13:13 in the afternoon."
"Wow. Poor kid."
"I know," she shook her head "It was all true as well. I hacked into our files and his birthday was accurate as well as the time. That lunar solar calendar thing however," she shrugged "Haven't a clue."
"If all that was true for me I think I'd avoid a ladder or two."
"Same. But I think after a point it got to be partially a self fulfilling prophecy for him."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, because he thought he was unlucky, born unlucky, that he couldn't ever escape it so he looked for the bad everywhere. And in my experience if you look for the bad you find it."
He looked up from his board, caught off guard for a moment, just taking in the girl in front of him. With everything that had happened in the past year he seemed to forget that she was still so young. Yet she had been through so much resulting in an outlook on life that was far beyond her years.
"You're not wrong. Looking for the bad has been the thing that's kept me alive for so long and I've damn sure found it more often than not."
She nodded "See? Self fulfilling prophecy."
He wondered briefly if he had had a different outlook for the first part of his life if things might be different. If he hadn't thought his life was already over and there was a way out when he had set that house on fire could he have a different life now? Would he still somehow have ended up in juvie or in Garrett's path some other way?
And if that was true would he still have met Skye?
Maybe in the normal way, like in a coffee shop or through work in a boring office or through friends?
Would she have liked the real him?
Maybe all of this bad could have been avoided if he truly thought he could have been good.
"B2?" Skye interrupted his thoughts.
"Miss. A4?"
"Hit?" She said it like a question, shocked that he had guessed correctly.
"Wow, you actually got one. See? Your luck is starting to turn around."
He really hoped that was true.
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"Get your asses to the quin jet, we're entering Hydra's airspace." May's voice announced over the speakers.
"We still sure this is a good idea?" Hunter questioned, running up the stairs.
"Nope. But it's a necessary one. There's no way we're leaving those people with hydra." Skye said, following him up.
"There are shoots in that cabinet if you want to jump ship," Coulson pointed to the back of the plane "Literally."
"We're not going anywhere." Bobbi assured him, throwing a stern look at Hunter.
"Sure, we're not going anywhere. Maybe the afterlife but we'll see," at another look from his ex wife he added "Kidding. Just bringing a healthy dose of scepticism to the team."
"I understand. But from this point on I need everyone's full commitment. So if you're staying, strap in." Coulson did just that, taking a seat and putting on the overhead seatbelt.
Everyone followed his lead and were all sitting when May finally came down and took a seat in the cockpit after putting the larger plane on autopilot to fly through the restricted air space.
"This is where things get bumpy."
Just as she said that the plane started to shake.
"They really don't waste time trying to shoot us down do they?" Hunter commented.
"What did you expect, a welcome basket?" Mack scoffed.
"Obviously not, but a quick check in to see if we were friendly might have been nice."
"Hydra don't understand the concept of friendly." Ward said, receiving annoyed looks from those on board who knew of his previous allegiance.
A heavy impact to the side of the plane made it shake violently and alarms began to blare.
"Remember earlier when you said we should eat before the mission?" He shouted to May "Why was that a good idea again?"
She rolled her eyes "It's not bad yet. Wait until the-"
An explosion rang out through the plane.
"-plane is blown up." She finished.
"Hang on!" Coulson shouted over the noise.
They started to descend among the debris of the bigger plane, pieces of it occasionally hitting the sides of the jet.
"Shit!" Skye shouted out when her head was flung back against the wall of the plane.
"Skye, you ok?" Ward asked at the same time Hunter said "What is it with you and hitting your head?"
Ward and Skye both glared at him and Skye turned back around to Ward "I'm fine. Apparently the second hit hasn't restored my memory though. Fingers crossed that the third time's the charm."
Ward would not be keeping his fingers crossed.
"Hold on!" May shouted.
The plane suddenly slowed down and everyone felt their bodies lifting as if in zero gravity. Then the plane came to a stop.
"We've landed," May told everyone "We'll need to walk in from here."
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Coulson broke open the door of the Hydra base using a lock breaking bomb, one of Fitz's designs.
"You were right," Skye said to Bobbi "Kinda missing the beach right about now." She shivered and stomped her feet to get the snow off her boots.
"See? You always want what you can't have." She said, gripping her gun while checking for assailants in the immediate vicinity.
"See that's never been an issue for me. I can always get whatever I want." Hunter followed Bobbi, gun ready.
"He certainly likes to think so, anyway." She smirked at Skye.
"Don't be condescending Bob, it doesn't suit you." Hunter replied, walking in front of her.
"Really? Then how come in the divorce papers you said, and I quote, 'Condescension becomes her' and 'she talks down to me both figuratively and literally'" she shook her head and muttered under her breath "You've always had a problem with me wearing heals."
"Actually, love, the problem is I like them too much."
"Wow, sorry I said anything." Skye joked, seeing the bickering her comment had set in motion.
"Don't blame yourself, they do this all the time, with or without outside intervention." Mack reassured her.
"Good to know."
"Guys. Focus." Coulson told them, leading the way through the building.
"Ward, where's this inside man of yours?" May asked, getting slightly antsy at the thought of someone in the building on Wards side knowing they were there.
"He's-"
Just as May had asked the question it was answered by the sight of the man Ward had shown them the picture of earlier on the bus coming out from behind a door and knocking a guard out cold.
"Here. Evidently." Ward finished, "Bakshi. Calm your mind. Compliance will be rewarded."
"What the hell was that?" Skye asked, looking between Ward and the man.
He avoided looking at Skye as he answered and told himself it was to keep Bakshi within his sight but he knew deep down it was because he was ashamed of the truth that he had been using this man and the brainwashing techniques that hydra had patented over the years. The Skye he knew would be horrified if she knew what he had done.
But he swore he would never lie to her. So he went with a half truth.
"Hydra brainwashed him, he'll continue to help us if I use the command words."
"What? Ward, no. Shouldn't we get him help?" She asked him, and he could already hear the disgust creeping into her words.
"We will. Later, I promise. But for now it's too important that he helps us."
He could feel her struggle with the decision and come to terms with the facts "Ok. Ok yeah."
"Good to see you again, sir. Where's Kara?"
Ah. The name of the woman she had seen Ward with when they first boarded that plane after she had woken up with the mother of all headaches.
She still didn't have a clear answer on who she was. And more importantly who she was to Ward. Was she his girlfriend like she had said she was? But Ward sure didn't seem to agree with that, she thought, remembering the panic on his face when she had made the claim.
Never mind that, focus you idiot, she scolded herself for getting so sidetracked during a mission.
"She's," he wasn't sure what to say to that, what with not actually knowing her current location "She's where she feels she needs to be right now."
He saw the confusion on the mans face followed by the well made decision to ignore it "Very well, sir."
"Why'd you knock him out?" Mack asked, gesturing to the unconscious- hopefully unconscious- man on the ground. He wasn't exactly too bothered by the concept considering the guard was clearly hydra but because the team certainly didn't seem to trust Ward so by association he himself didn't trust Ward's so called allies.
"I was being followed," he told Mack "I couldn't have very well lead him back to you sir." He then addressed Ward.
"You did well Bakshi. Where's List? Is he still in the building?" Ward asked, hand out in front of him as though he was trying to calm a wild animal.
"Yes, he's still in the lab with the test subjects."
"Thank you, Bakshi. Where's the mainframe room?"
"Down that hallway there, and take a left." He pointed to the hallway in front of them.
"Alright. Everyone clear on their goal?" Coulson asked.
"Sir, if it's feasible I would prefer to join your unit." Bakshi said to Ward.
Coulson considered this, not too fond of him being around Skye and Simmons. But they had agent Morse and Hunter with them and, as much as he hated to think it, Ward. He knew he wouldn't let anyone hurt them.
Or at least he hoped.
And hope would have to do for the next fifteen minutes.
"Fine. With Ward. Gonzales is sending the jets soon so be back in ten."
With that final word he followed Bakshi's directions to find the mainframe room, Fitz, Mack and May trailing after him.
Bakshi took them to a rusted metal door, a keypad to the left.
He entered a series of numbers, then just before he pressed the last one Ward signalled to Morse and Hunter to get into position.
"Stat behind me." He said to Skye and Simmons, though they each held an icer. But he knew Hydra wouldn't have anything nearly as friendly to return fire with.
"Three, two," Ward whispered to the agents, "One."
On his command, the final digit was pushed and they flung open the door, entering the room in a standard shield formation.
Gunshots echoed around the room at their disturbance and a dim shout of "Get me out of here!" Could be heard among them.
List, Ward recognised the voice.
The hydra head was escorted under cover to an exit in the back of the room and taken through the door.
Bobbi, Hunter and Simmons split from Ward and Skye to take cover behind a row of benches on the right, leaving the two behind their own bench.
"Ward, there's too many!" Skye shouted over the loud noise, trying but failing to land a dendrotoxin bullet on any of the hydra agents.
At the panic he heard from the girl next to him, he took his eyes off of the floor where he was watching the shadows of the guards to look at Skye "We'll be fine, just follow my lead and we'll get out of here." He tried to reassure her, looking her in the eyes.
She looked back in his, feeling calmer at the display of confidence and she nodded "Ok. What do we do?" She asked just as she saw Bobbi stand to try and shoot again but she fell back to the ground with a grunt, unable to hit anyone.
Ward could see that the other agents didn't have a clear vantage point from their position. He would have to go out and try to take them out.
"Stay here, don't try and come out, do you hear me? Give me your icer." He told her, holding his hand out for it.
"What? No!" She looked at him like he was crazy.
"You'll be safe if you stay here." He told her, thinking she was concerned about being left without the gun for protection.
"I'm not worried about me being safe, I'm worried about you being safe when you go running off into a stream of bullets!"
He shook his head, not having time to bask in the fact that she was worried about him "Skye, please, I can handle it if you just give me your icer."
She hesitated still but relented when a bullet ricocheted off the wall behind them "Fine. But I get I told you so rights when you come back looking like Swiss cheese."
He laughed. Then he realised that might have been the first time he had laughed during a firefight.
"You got it." He smiled at her.
He took the Icer from her outstretched hand, took a deep breath and came out from behind the safe place into the mess of flying bullets.
He took out two guards straight away, a third one next after they popped up from behind a bench further back.
Getting to a wall on the right of the room for cover he shot three more, leaving three hiding behind their own wall.
One peaked out from behind it and Ward took the opportunity to shoot them. He walked out from his cover and felt an arm wrap around his neck, one of the guards surprising him from behind.
He made quick work of him though, throwing the man over his shoulder and down onto the ground, hard. A shot of the icer ensured he was out cold.
One left, he thought, walking to the last Hydra agent standing. He dodged a few bullets then when he was close enough he kicked his heel into his knee, hearing a snap and-
The door they had entered flew open. The one directly behind Skye.
He turned to see two more guards enter the room, watching as they immediately set their sights on Skye and making a move for her.
"Skye!" He shouted, she ducked and he shot two rounds into each of the men for good measure.
They collapsed, the last of the guards.
But he could still see panic on Skye's face.
He frowned, wondering what was wrong when he heard her shout "Ward!"
He turned to see four guards had entered through the same door that List had left through, not even hearing it open because he was so focused on getting to Skye.
They lifted their guns in what seemed like well rehearsed unison and he realised rather quickly that he had ran out of rounds in either gun.
He braced himself for the onslaught of bullets, thinking that with the bullet proof vest he could take some but get to behind the wall he had hid behind earlier to wait for Hunter and Morse to take them out-
"Ward, no!" His plan was interrupted by Skye's shout. He watched in what felt like slow motion as she jumped out from behind the lab bench to run in front of him, hands held in front of them as though she could stop the bullets.
And then the guards were flying.
Ward watched as they were flung threw the air like rag dolls, crashing into the wall and landing in a bone crunching heap on top of lab supplies.
He wasn't often speechless mid fight but...
He felt his eyebrows furrow of their own accord, his mind not able to make up any logical explanation for what he had just seen happen.
He slowly turned back to Skye, watching as she looked down at her hands with shock and fear. She looked terrified.
"Ward?" She whispered, as though she couldn't get the words past her lips.
"Ward?" She tried again, though it sounded croaky and weak. Like a cry for help.
He ran to her, knowing that whatever the hell was happening they would have to figure out later, somewhere away from the base full of people trying to kill them at every turn.
"Skye?" He tried to get her attention.
When she just kept staring at her hands in shock he lifted his own, cupping her face and brushing her hair back with his thumbs to try and ground her.
"Skye?" He tried again. This time she at least looked at him instead of her hands "Skye we need to keep going, we need to complete the mission and get out of here. We can figure everything else out later. Do you hear me?"
"But Ward, I just-"
"I know," he stopped her, continuing what he hoped were soothing circles he kept drawing with his thumbs along her cheeks "I know, but we can talk about it later, ok? When we're all safe."
She nodded in his hands but she still looked dazed.
"Skye we need to help those people." He told her, knowing that the thought of the people held captive would get her ass in gear.
She blinked and he watched as she seemed to snap back into focus.
"Ok. Ok," she said again, more present "Let's go."
He let got of her reluctantly, pleased that she no longer seemed to be panicking but worried about her current state of mind.
They walked back across to where the other agents had crouched behind the bench, concerned that they hadn't been involved in the fight.
Ward heard a sharp intake of breath and looked down to see Hunter pressing on a bullet wound in the side of Morse's stomach.
"You're supposed to apply pressure not shove your hand threw to the other side of my body!" Bobbi scolded the man whose hands were covered in blood.
"He's doing fine, I just need to finish the temporary stitching then we can keep going." Simmons said, glancing up at Skye and Ward.
"Sorry we weren't any help in the shoot out." Bobbi spoke to Ward, regretfully.
"Don't worry about it," he told her "We had it handled." He looked to Skye, taking in her pale face.
"You took them all out?" Hunter asked, looking confused and almost impressed.
He turned to Skye whose eyes widened and she minutely shook her head.
Of course he wasn't going to say anything. He knew she didn't want anyone to know about what had just happened. Hell, she didn't even know what had just happened.
"This isn't my first rodeo," he said dismissively "Actually it's really, really far from my first rodeo," he looked back at Skye "And Skye's been doing great with her training. She managed to ice a few that I missed."
"Seems like you did great," Bobbi smiled at Skye but it turned into a grimace as she tried to stand "Now let's get going. We need to find the captives and get out before Gonzales' planes get here. He won't hesitate to blow this place up with us in it." She winced and Hunter moved to help her stand.
They moved into the next room and stopped immediately when they saw Mike Peterson lying on a cot behind bars.
"Mike!" Skye shouted, running to the cell door and trying to open it.
"Hey Skye," he saw her worried face and tried to calm her down "I'm fine, really. Hydra were all bark and no bite," at her unchanging shocked face assessing his injuries he amended "Ok, so they were a little bite." He grunted as he tried to sit up.
At the evidence of his pain Skye tried again to unlock the door.
"I got it," Ward told her, gently moving her aside.
He shot the lock and opened the door, moving aside to let Simmons enter the cell first.
"Oh my god, Mike..." Simmons trialed off, reaching into her backpack for medical supplies.
"Honestly I'll be fine, the main thing is my leg is missing. They took it somewhere."
"I'll go find it," Skye said running off to look for it.
"Skye wait-" Ward started but she had already sped off.
"I'll go help her. Bobbi stay here." Hunter told her, gesturing to a chair and helping her sit before running after Skye.
Now that Skye had left, Simmons didn't hold back on her true feelings for Ward coating her next words "Don't just stand there like an idiot, find something for us to carry him out on."
Ward was slightly taken aback at the look on her face but didn't question her and went to do what she said.
"So. Ward," Mike started "I take it Skye still doesn't have her memory back huh?"
"No," Simmons sighed aggressively, just as aggravated with the fact as she had been when this all had started "And trust me, I'm anxiously awaiting her remembering what a bastard he is."
"Yeah, I didn't think you'd willingly work with him again."
"Don't worry, I very much doubt we'll have to work with him for very much longer."
"You really think her memory will come back that fast?"
"Something like that."
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"How long left Fitz?" May asked from the door, gun prepped in case any more guards showed up.
She alternated her glances between the hallway outside the room and Fitz sitting at the computer, typing away.
"Not too long, two minutes maybe." He said, trying to type faster.
"What's left Turbo?" Mack asked, coming over to look at the screen.
"The majority of the base's defences are down but I still need to deactivate the last one. It's proving quite difficult to deactivate."
"Wait, Fitz. The last missile is a Tor M2KM SAM so we don't have to deactivate the whole thing, just the passive phased array."
Fitz stopped typing "Brilliant," He said to Mack and began typing again, this time to only shut off the radar, a much faster alternative "The planes should be able to enter in around..." he made a few more key strokes, entering a few more commands "Now!" He finished, launching himself from the chair.
"Phil we have to go now." May told him, glancing to see he was still using a computer.
"Nearly done."
"Phil," she prompted, the second she had turned away to glare at him guards entering the room.
Bang.
Bang.
"Don't think I won't shoot you too. You know how easily I can make it a non fatal hit." She warned him.
"Ok, ok. Don't shoot, I'm finished." He said, unplugging the flash drive from the computer and following both her and Fitz out of the room.
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"This place is a mess," Ward muttered to himself, trying to locate a gurney or something to carry Mike out of this place on.
Simmons watched him from behind a pillar in the room, waiting for the right time.
She didn't want to do this, not because he didn't deserve it but because she wasn't a killer. She wasn't like him. But she had to do this for her team. If not he would be free to hurt them all over again.
This is self defence, she assured herself.
She repeated that phrase in her head over and over, reaching into her pocket and retrieving the splinter bomb she had brought with her.
She took a deep breath, eyes on his back and hurled the device at him.
"Sir, look out!" Bakshi appeared out of nowhere, diving into the path of the bomb, protecting Ward. He turned to see Bakshi in front of him, facing Simmons.
Simmons watched the searing anger on Bakshi's face fade into shock as he looked down to see the bomb starting its intended purpose. She heard the screaming as his body was reduced to nothing.
Oh god, she stared at the space where he had just stood, the mans body disintegrating to reveal Ward standing with his gun ready, an appalled look on his face.
It's ok, he was Hydra, he was bad, she tried to calm herself, clinging onto the fact that he was a bad person, even though he wasn't the specific bad person she was trying to kill.
Ward stared at her as if she was a different person, like he had never seen her before.
"We're on the same team?" He said, aghast, the reminder coming out as more of a question as he tried to understand what was happening.
"What the hell were you thinking?"
"I told you before Ward that if I ever saw you again I would kill you. I'm just sticking to that promise. I can't allow you to hurt the team ever again."
"Hurt the team?" He said, almost flabbergasted "Simmons all I'm here for is to help the team! Look at yourself, you're the only one who has hurt anyone."
"That was an accident!" She screamed "He shouldn't have got in the way. I'm trying to protect them."
"What, so murder is fine as long as it wasn't the person you intended to murder?" He asked rhetorically, seeing the ashamed look corrode her brave front. He snorted cynically "It's seeming more and more like everyone in Shield is absolutely fine with murder as long as they're the ones doing it. I thought we had an agreement to be civil until Skye could remember."
"That's exactly the point! If she could remember she would have done the exact same thing."
Ward felt his chest tighten and the ghost of the pain he had felt from the bullets Skye had fired at his abdomen briefly reappear. Sure they had hurt, but it was the emotional pain that felt truly agonising. He had honestly never thought her capable of that. But then again, he had thought the same of Simmons.
He stepped forward and she raised her chin, staring up at him defiantly.
"Go on then. Do it. Finally finish the job you Monster." She spat.
He didn't fully realise his gun was still raised.
He lowered it, holstered it and stepped back.
"I'm so sorry Simmons." He stared at her, guilt overwhelming him.
She jerked her head back, confusion clouding her eyes.
"What?" Had she heard right?
"I'm sorry. For everything, but you can't imagine how sorry I am for this. It's because of me that you've become..." he trailed off, not knowing how to finish that sentence "That you're now capable of killing. Of even wanting to kill."
"If this is some sick mind game, just stop it! Shoot me!"
"No." He whispered "I told you I don't want to hurt anyone," he shook his head, almost at a loss for words "I really am sorry you've changed so much."
She was finding it hard to keep her eyes on him, the disappointed and remorseful look he was giving her becoming too much.
He wasn't allowed to be sorry! He wasn't allowed to just suddenly be the 'better person' accusing her of changing into something she previously wasn't.
"I'm not like you. This was for our protection."
He continued to stare sadly down at her. He really hoped she believed that. It would help her with the guilt of killing someone. He wanted to believe she hadn't changed that much that she would at least feel some guilt for this.
"Like I said," he said, resigned "I'm sorry."
He walked out of the room, leaving her standing under the weight of what she had just done.
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"Where the hell have you been? We have less than five minutes to evacuate this place before Shield planes blow it to pieces!" Hunter yelled at Ward, seeing Simmons enter the room after him.
Everyone stared at them both, most likely picking up on the tension between the two.
Simmons stared at the ground, waiting for him to reveal to them what she had tried to do. What she had done.
"No luck finding anything for us to carry Mike out on."
At his casual tone Simmons darted her eyes to Ward.
Why the hell hadn't he said anything?
"That's ok," Skye told him "We found Mike's leg, it'll be enough for him to walk out with if we help him but we'll need Fitz to take a look at it when we get back. It's not in good shape."
"Great. No problems then." Ward stated as if they had no issues whatsoever.
He must want to use what I did for blackmail, Simmons thought, still wondering why he hadn't said a word on what had transpired between them.
Surely they'll believe my word over his, he's a Hydra traitor for God's sake, she tried to reason.
She stopped her thoughts. What's wrong with me? She felt sick. He was right. The old her would never have even entertained the idea of killing someone never mind doing it and then thinking of ways to discredit the person afterwards.
She couldn't think about this here, not now. Maybe not ever. But how could I not think about it?
Her thoughts bounced around her head like a boomerang, the change in direction giving her a headache as well as the nausea she felt.
Tears started to fill her eyes when Hunter shouted across from the next room.
"Simmons!"
She brushed aside the tears that had landed on her cheeks and ran to where the others were stood.
All thoughts of the atrocity she had committed fled her mind as new horrors filled it.
Oh god, what had they done to these people?
Assorted blood soaked bandages were covering the people in front of them, and even from behind the bars she could see the scarring and inflammation around the haphazard stitching that had clearly been done in a rush and without care.
Simmons shook her head "We don't have time to give them aid here. We'll have to do that on the jet."
"All right everyone," Hunter spoke to the people in the cells "We're with Shield. If you can stand follow us out, if not..." Hunter stopped and looked at the beds "Oh thank God the beds have wheels."
He shot the locks and allowed the prisoners to exit the confined space.
"The man, the German one. He'll come back, he'll find us." A woman with green, unnaturally bright eyes said, fear clear in her voice and body language.
Hunter looked down and saw that veins of the same green colour spanned from her neck to her hands "No, he won't. Unless he wants to get the full barbecue experience I'm sure he's long gone by now."
She nodded and thanked him, staying close to the other captives.
He looked back in the cells and went in when he saw that two of the fifteen were unconscious, even after the gunshots.
"Alright, Bob can you walk?"
"I'm good."
"Mike?"
"Barely but enough to make it a few feet."
"Alright then, Skye you take a bed, Simmons take the other," he pointed to the man on the clinical bed "Ward, Bobbi and me will be the firepower. Now Let's get the hell out of here."
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They left the building on the south side, not encountering anymore guards and got the liberated captives on board as fast as possible given that they had barely any clothes on at all let alone the kind suitable for the artic climate.
Simmons and Skye pushed the beds up the ramp and secured them to the floor, Simmons beginning her ministrations to the people temporarily in her care.
"Less than two minutes." Bobbi said, reminding them of the incoming airstrike on the building, looking at her watch.
They watched as Coulson, May, Mack and Fitz ran to the Jet.
"Everyone here?" Coulson looked around the plane, counting the faces he knew and the faces he didn't "Ok, the nine of us and fifteen captives. Who knew leading a rescue mission would feel so much like a kindergarten teacher on a field trip. We should use the buddy system next time," He looked again and realised someone was missing "Where's Bakshi?"
Simmons tensed, pausing her work bandaging an injured woman. Would he tell everyone now? While they were on a crowded plane so she could get the full effect of everyone's disgust at her being a murderer? So she couldn't run?
"He didn't make it. Got crossed off by a guard. They probably realised he was helping us." Ward informed him, looking at Simmons.
She stared at Ward in shock, not even realising she had stopped breathing. He had lied. She was safe for now, but she knew it only meant he still had ammunition for blackmail. When would he use it? Would he try to turn the team against her?
"Alright then. May, let's go." She nodded, already in the pilots seat and began takeoff.
They were halfway into their ascent when they heard the whoosh of the shield jets followed by the bright lights of the Hydra base exploding, made brighter by the white snow surrounding it.
Hunter looked out of the window and sighed "I'm sure it's bollocks like this that contributes to the ice caps melting."
An: What's this? Was there an actual hint of plot in this chapter? There was? Wow I'm slipping. So anyway Skye's powers have returned! And Simmons killed a person! This is basically the plot of the episode 'The dirty half dozen' with a few tweaks but this is gonna be the point where I start to swerve away from the canon of season two. Thanks for reading!
