Hello friends, here's the next chapter! I hope you enjoy and sorry it's so late. I've been working and traveling... makes it hard to write. I'll be home for awhile now though so hopefully I can update ya'll more regularly!
I don't own Agents of Shield.

Also I always forget if shield is spelled sheild or shield. It's a problem.


Coulson paused to glance over the broken shards of a ceramic vase, lifting his gaze to see a dark clothed figure hunched over a desk.

"Ready to go?" Coulson asked.

May jumped, whirling around. Her dark eyes were wild with anger. However, seeing it was Coulson, she relaxed slightly.

"Fury won't let me into his office," she growled.

"I can't say I blame him." Coulson's lips twitched.

They were silent for a moment.

"You have a plan?" May asked, crossing her arms.

"Yes. Well sort of. If it doesn't go wrong, we can get Skye and shut down Hydra."
"And if it goes wrong?" May's face was hard.

"Then we will probably die and Hydra might escape once again. Either way we're going to loose our jobs."

They stared at each other for a moment.

"Let's go then."

May grabbed her black leather jacket and the two agents headed out the door.

Five hours later they were three states away in a beaten up minivan.

Phil gave up counting the traffic violations after the 38th stop sign they mowed through.

They took back roads, avoiding busy streets and populated areas. Not only were they trying to stay under the radar to avoid alerting Hydra that they were coming, but also they had to hide from SHIELD.

"Any reinforcements we can call on?" May's hands were tight on the steering wheel.

"I've contacted Hunter and Trip. They're the only ones I'm sure are loyal to me."

"And if they aren't?"

"Then we're screwed," Coulson continued looking through the digital outline of the building they suspected was Hydra's base.

"That seems to be the possible outcome of a lot of ifs," May remarked dryly.

"Mmm," Coulson murmured noncommittally. "How many guns do you have on you?"

"Seven." May floored the gas pedal as they turned onto a dirt road, gravel flying everywhere. "But I have three more in the car that I can take."
"I don't even want to know where you're hiding those things," Coulson shook his head, choosing to focus on the blue prints and desperately trying to assemble a plan.

His cellphone beeped.

"Hunter and Trip are on their way. Hunter is having Bobbi feed him intel from SHIELD. So far they think we've followed orders and fallen back."
"Good. Can we trust Bobbi?"

"At this point we don't have a choice." Phil narrowed his eyes. "And I think I have the beginning of a plan."

"And our chances of surviving your plan?"
"Remains to be seen." Coulson grabbed a new piece of paper and a pen. "We're going to do this the old school way."


Skye was running for her life. Somewhere behind her was a scientist, roaring. Jemma tried to reach her but was hit by someone with a gun. Skye screamed.

And then she suddenly caught sight of a lithe black haired woman.

"May!" Skye tried to run to her, but suddenly metal was tightening around her wrists, holding her back.

A scientist stabbed May with a needle and Skye continued to scream and thrash against the metal restraints holding her back as she watched May slowly sink to the ground, eyes glazing over.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

She screamed until she had no voice left.

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"We are honestly going to die, do you realize that Jemma?!" Fitz hissed.

"What could I do, Fitz? They're experimenting on a little girl!"

"I don't just mean the girl, I mean this whole crazy endeavor of joining a shady organization to discover what they were doing, and then realizing we're on a freaking evil villain base."

"You always said you wanted adventure," Jemma said slightly sheepishly. They were in one of the labs, a small electric transmitter set up to warn them if anyone was approaching and the cameras were being fed an feed of an empty room.

"I didn't mean an adventure that would get us killed," Fitz grumbled.

"I'm sorry." Jemma said quietly. "I never meant for us to get so deeply entrenched…"
"It's not like I would have let you do it alone. And I know that once you have your mind set to something..."

"So what do we do? You can't keep helping them with tech and goodness knows I cannot allow them to hurt Skye any more than they already have."

"Maybe it's time to reach out for help."

Suddenly the video monitor they had set up to watch Skye began making noise.

The two teenagers turned to watch as Skye began to thrash around on her cot, whimpering.

Jemma's heart broke as she heard Skye begin calling out for her mommy.

"We find Skye's parents, these Phil and May she keeps talking about."

They exchanged a look. Hopefully they all could hold on long enough to get the Skye out.

"Alright, May and Phil whoever you are, let's hope you're easy to find," Fitz pulled out his laptop and began typing away.


"I want you all to know that you don't have to be here. This is your chance to walk away. This mission is going to most likely end our careers in SHIELD, and possibly our lives. I have loved SHIELD. It was my home, my family." Coulson looked at the gathering of agents they had assembled a couple miles out from the HYDRA base. He could call each of them his closest friends; Trip, Hunter, Bobbi… "But now that they have decided to put aside what is right, I cannot follow in that course of action. However, this is my choice, not yours. You must follow your own conviction." He met May's eyes and she nodded slightly.

"I fight for my family," May said quietly, her voice firm. "We are Skye's family and I will not abandon her."

The room was silent for a moment as May's words sunk in.

"This is not something I would do…" Bobbi spoke up, beautiful face serious. "…without great conviction. If Skye were an agent, I would not be making this call. However this is an innocent girl, a civilian child. We have no reason to believe that moving against HYDRA at this time to save her would cause mass destruction for other civilians. In addition…." Bobbi hesitated. "I found out from Gonzales that there is a decision that if they do eventually regain Skye, she is to be delivered to the science department. I tried to argue with them, but they wouldn't budge. They're acting out of fear."

"I agree with Bob," Hunter nodded. "Two weeks ago we didn't even know Hydra was still around, now we find out they are and everybody is running around like the bloody sky is falling. I'd rather follow someone who isn't scared to stand up for what is right, even if it gets us killed. Besides, you know I'm not loyal to any organization." Hunter leaned back in his chair, looking nonchalant, but Coulson heard the silent I'm only loyal to you in his statement.

"Thank you Bobbi, Hunter," Coulson nodded to them, eyes conveying his deep gratefulness.

"Although I would like to not die," Hunter added.

"Noted," Coulson's lips twitched in a smile. His gaze then landed on Tripp, who had been silent so far.

"You're a good man, Coulson," Tripp said with a half smile. "Kinda crazy, but good. And I only follow good men. Even if they do crazy as shit things. Like this."

Coulson grinned. "Thank you all. Let's get Skye and try not to die."

"Bloody hell, please tell me there's more of a plan than that."

"We're working on it."

"Somebody get me a beer… ouch! Bob!"

Coulson chuckled and absentmindedly checked his phone which had beeped.

There was one unread message, to his civilian cover email account. He was about to delete it when the word Skye jumped off the screen at him.

IF YOU KNOW SKYE PLEASE RESPOND IMMEDIATELY

Coulson's eyes widened as he opened the email.


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