Sorry if it's confusing! I wanted to have some of it from Skye's perspective and she's kinda having a rough day. She'll be okay though, I promise!
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Hey look at that! An update like 2 days after the last one! What can I say, being back home is nice.
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"Coulson, where the hell…"
"Hi Fury," Phil's voice was chipper. "Just wanted to let you know that I'm in the Hydra base."
The stream of swear words was so loud that Coulson could practically feel the phone vibrate in his hand as he held it slightly away from his ear.
"I've turned on the tracking ability on my phone, you can find us here."
Coulson pushed the end button on the call, tucking it into his pocket.
"Back up is on its way," he informed Hunter, who looked fairly impressed in the faint flickering light.
"That's one hell of a way to call for back up."
"I know they'll get here as fast as they can. It is Hydra," Coulson shrugged. "We just have to be gone with Skye before they get here."
It sounded so simple saying it like that. So safe. As if Skye was just sitting somewhere waiting for him to pick her up. Not hurt or drugged. His mind shut down possibilities before he could roam into the realm of thought of being too late.
May and Bobbi would find Skye and him and Hunter would hunt Garret down and hopefully secure him for SHIELD.
Coulson was not going to let that man get away with what he did to all of them. Then they would slip out before SHIELD came and took Skye into custody. This was all assuming they didn't die.
As much as he hated surprises, the black out was helping them. It was dangerous to run with it, unsure what had caused it and who they were dealing with but Coulson was an optimist by choice.
"Now on to Garret," he murmured.
"Where is that son of a bitch," Lance breathed as they crept through the dark hall.
"Knowing Garret, he will be right around the corner," Coulson murmured.
They ran into a scientist and Lance shot the man in the leg.
"Where's Garret?" he demanded, grabbing the man's white lab coat.
"I-I- don-n't kn-n-now," the man trembled, face almost as white as his clothes.
Lance let him go, bringing his gun down on the man's head, sending him into unconsciousness, and they continued down the hall
"This is more fun than Berlin," the Englishman commented.
"Yeah well most everything is more fun than being dragged around with a bullet in your gut," Coulson commented dryly. "Berlin wasn't much fun for me either. I got your blood on my favorite tie."
"You really love her." Hunter commented. Phil looked up at him. "Skye, I mean. You loved SHIELD. And you gave it all up."
"She changed something inside of me," Coulson said simply. "I believe someone said once that families are the compass that guides us. SHIELD used to be my family, but not anymore. My compass has changed and is pointing me in a new direction."
"What are you going to do when you get her back?" Hunter was uncharacteristically serious.
"I don't really know." Coulson gave him a small smile. "Hope that Fury stops being a dickhead I guess."
They ran into a group of three soldiers escorting a scientist and quickly disarmed them all and rendered the soldiers unconscious.
"Where is Garret?" Lance growled, holding a knife to the scientist's neck.
The blonde woman gulped, eyes closing for a moment.
"Please, I'm just a laboratory assistant…"
"We'll take this," Coulson grabbed the communication device strapped to her side. He took a deep breath and raised it to his mouth. "Garret. This is Phil. We have a score to settle. Do you copy?"
There was silence.
Then the radio static filled the air and Garret's voice radiated out.
"Hello Phil. Yes, I copy. Don't worry, I'll find you. Over."
Coulson's mouth set into a grim line.
"Time to play cat and mouse."
"Are we the cat or the mouse?" Hunter wondered, following him.
Phil didn't answer.
"I hope we're the mouse, those buggers are always getting free cheese. And they get to sing with bloody Cinderella…."
Jemma stared at the gun pointed at her, eyes wide, when suddenly Fitz was shoving her behind him, putting his body between her and the gun.
"No! Don't hurt them, they're my friends!" Skye's voice was scared. The Asian woman was swiftly checking Skye over for injuries, dark eyes burning with fury as she examined the bruises left from the different needles.
"She's a scientist," the blonde woman raised her gun again at Simmons and the Asian woman's dark eyes hardened with anger.
"Mommy, no!" Skye suddenly wiggled free of the Asian woman's embraced and clung to Jemma, exhausted body trembling.
Something in the Asian woman's eyes changed but she still stepped forward and took Skye back into her arms, the tiny girl barely conscious.
"Bobbi, lower your gun." Her voice was low.
The blonde woman was hesitant.
"They could be tricking us."
"The girl is injured."
They obviously didn't look like a threat. Rather, they looked like two rather pathetic beaten up teenagers. Which was what they were.
The woman slowly lowered her gun.
"What was Skye injected with?"
"Mostly sedatives…" Simmons listed off the different things she knew they had tested on Skye. She was scared that the woman would kill her by the look of pure disgust and fury in her eyes. "She's not in critical condition but I would advise medical treatment and working on a detox as soon as possible. Her body is not big enough to keep up with a lot of those drugs."
"If we find out any of this was your doing, you will regret every drop of poison you put in her body."
The dark haired woman gave them the most even stare Jemma had ever seen and she knew that she would follow through on her threat.
The blonde woman examined them suspiciously with her large blue eyes but seemed to accept the fact she couldn't shoot them.
"I'm Bobbi and this is May. Stick with us if you don't want to die."
She hoisted her gun back up and began walking down the hall, May following closely with Skye in her arms.
Fitz and Simmons shared a quick glance before hurrying after the two women.
Skye clung to May, eyes drooping with exhaustion. They were running through the dark, and Fitz and Jemma were coming with them, which made her happy. She had been really scared Jemma would get hurt more by the blonde woman with the gun but she had known her mommy wouldn't let that happen because Skye had told her those were her friends.
None of that mattered right now anyways. All that mattered was that May was holding her and even though they were still in this awful place that she hated and even though her body hurt and even though it was dark and she wanted Elsa and her own bed, she finally felt safe. Because May had her and she knew she wasn't ever ever going to let go.
She burrowed her face into May's neck, taking in the calming familiar scent. One of May's rough hands softly stroked her hair, despite the shouting and screaming that suddenly arose around them. She felt May running, twisting, kicking but she only focused on the smell of her shampoo and the way one hand continued to hold her firmly.
She felt wetness begin dripping down on her hair but ignored it.
"You okay, love?" May's voice was low and soothing, just for her Skye knew. "We just ran into some bad guys, but we took care of it and they aren't going to hurt us. We're making our way to a plane that will take us to safety. Does that sound ok?"
Skye wanted to say that it sounded great, that she didn't care where she went as long as May never put her down but suddenly the nausea she had been avoiding overwhelmed her.
There wasn't much for her body to throw up, but what little food she had eaten recently her body violently expelled. May was rubbing her back as she gasped for breath, smoothing her hair away from her sweaty forehead.
"There's blood." It was Jemma's lilting voice. "We need to get her to a medical facility as soon as possible. Skye, sweetie, can you open your eyes for me?"
Skye pried her eyes open to find that Jemma was leaning over her as May cradled her in her lap. She looked up at May's face and was alarmed to find that May was bleeding from a gash above her eyebrow.
"There's one on the plane, but we don't have a doctor," May was looking at Jemma.
Skye wasn't sure if she was seeing things because she was feeling sick or not, but May looked frightened.
"It's going to be ok, Mommy," Skye touched May's cheek, concerned.
"I'm not strictly a doctor but I have a fair amount of training," Jemma said. May must have made some sort of doubtful face because Jemma quickly said "I know I look young but I am not lying about the training. I am fairly sufficient in medical treatment."
"May, we've got a clear shot to the plane."
"Alright, let's go." Skye closed her eyes as May lifted her back up. "We're almost there, Skye."
"Wait!" Skye's eyes shot open. "Daddy, where's Daddy?!" she looked frantically around.
"He's meeting us at the plane once he's done doing what he needs to do. Don't worry. Let's just focus on getting you to feel better."
"I can't feel better until Daddy is here," Skye said stubbornly.
"I'll find him and help him, ok Skye? Then your mom can stay in the plane with you," the blonde woman leaned down to make eye contact with her.
Skye considered and then agreed. "Okay. Tell him that Elsa needs him."
"Sure thing kiddo," the woman ruffled her hair and then was gone.
"Let's go."
They were running and the screaming and yelling began again, loud bangs, but Skye just kept her eyes squeezed closed. The pain in her head and body was increasing and she was scared she was going to throw up again.
"Mommy," she groaned.
"Almost there."
"Mommy…"
The world went fuzzy then black and Skye fell into oblivion, faintly hearing May's voice telling her to hang on.
Poor Skye. What sort of terrible author would do these things to her?
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