Hey friends :) Ready for some feels? :D

WARNING: There is a lot of language in this chapter. Aka Hunter has a bullet in his leg. I wanted it to be realistic.

If that's not your thing, go ahead and skip the beginning of the second section.

Anyways, thanks for all the support as always. You all are the best!


May watched as Skye's chest rose slightly and then fell again as she continued taking slow shallow breaths.

May leaned forward and stroked Skye's hair, careful not to pull on any of the tangles.

The little girl's eyes had remained closed since she had passed out in May's arms. Now, in the harsh fluorescent light, May was able to examine every little mark, every needle puncture that had been left on the five year old. But worst of all were the shadow-rimmed eyes that remained closed.

"I'm so sorry, Skye. I'm so sorry." May took one of the tiny hands in her battle ready one. A single tear slid down her cheek. "Please wake up, Skye. I need you back."

May lifted the tiny limp hand and kissed it.

"Ah, I found it!" Jemma burst into the room, holding a syringe, Fitz close behind.

"May, we got SHEILD coming down pretty soon." Tripp's voice flooded her earpiece.
"Any sign of Coulson and the others?"

"They should be approaching."

The faint sound of gunshots caught May's attention and she quickly glanced back at Skye. Jemma, the young scientist girl, was doing something with her, while the curly haired boy took her barked commands and handed her different tools.

"She's going to be okay," Jemma looked up, catching May's gasze.

"She better be."

May strode out of the med pod and headed for the plane ramp.

"I'd say we got 2 minutes to get out of here, May, before SHEILD will have us blocked in." Tripp's voice was strained.

"Start getting the plane in the air."

(AN: Language coming up)


"Fuck your bullshit plans Coulson and your motherfu…"

Coulson shut out the rest of the stream of expletives streaming from Lance Hunter's mouth as he and Bobbi half dragged the man through the building.

"How do you get him to shut up?" he gave Bobbi a quick glance. He hadn't missed the tightness in her mouth or the way her blue eyes glanced to Hunter's leg every couple minutes, examining the blood that continued to drip down, then looking back up to her fiancé's face with a flicker of worry.

"Usually enough alcohol works."

"Doesn't sound like a bloody bad plan. Unlike telling May to leave us in a fucking Hydra base if we take too fucking long."

Coulson rolled his eyes.

"You know you don't sound more mature just because you're swearing," he informed the younger man.

"I don't give a fucking goddamn shit."

"We're almost there." Bobbi hefted more of Hunter's weight onto her frame.

"I can walk," he complained, despite the fact they had already been helping him simply remain upright for the last ten minutes.

"Shut up." Bobbi smacked him and he swore and mumbled something about blondes.

"Get down!" Phil suddenly pulled them down as bullets sped over their heads.

"Stay here!" Bobbi shoved a gun at Hunter before disappearing around a corner. Two shots rang out and Bobbi was back. "Okay let's go."

"Are you an angel?" Lance squinted at Bobbi.

"He's not in good shape. I think it's the blood loss." Bobbi turned to Coulson. "Last time he asked me that was when you dragged him out of Berlin with a bullet in his gut."

"What about that time, in Paris, when we were in bed and you had on that lace and you were…"

"Oh god, do not finish that sentence." Coulson looked more disturbed than he had during his entire encounter with Garrett.

"Where's the plane?" Bobbi put one hand over Hunter's mouth in order to prevent him from saying anything more.

There was a sudden roaring sound as an engine started.

"Right there." Coulson pointed out the window at a large black plane.

"You mean the plane that's about to f'ing take off?" Hunter slurred.

"That's the one."

Bobbi had already broken the window and they were both working on getting Hunter through it in a matter of seconds.

"You know this is because of your shitty plan…" Hunter gasped as they made their way outside. "I mean, who in their right mind formulates an escape plan without including themselves?!"

"Calm down." Coulson glanced at Hunter.

Just as they were almost to the ramp, the plane engine's roar rose and the plane began moving.

"Shit." Coulson clenched his jaw in determination. They were so close.

The ramp was still down. They could do this.

A bullet whizzed by his ear, so close he could hear the hum as it tore through the air.

"Alright, this is it!" he shouted. He exchanged a glance with Bobbi and they both poured their last bit of energy into moving Hunter forward faster.

"GO!" Bobbi screamed as they launched him forward onto the metal ramp. The injured man managed to grab hold of a grate and pulled himself forward. Bobbi in turn threw herself forward, scrambling onto the ramp.

"Coulson!" she screamed and he saw that Hunter had gone limp and Bobbi was struggling to keep the man from slipping off the ramp. She was not going to be able to help him get up onto the ramp.

With his last bit of energy, he hurled himself forward, hands catching the edge of the ramp.

One hand slipped as the plane launched forward and jumped off the ground.

He caught Bobbi's wide-eyed look of fear just as his other hand slipped.

Suddenly a hand was holding his, pulling him up.

"Coulson, what the hell were you doing? Skye needs her daddy."

He let May pull her the rest of the way up.


Coulson almost ran into the room but he stopped as soon as he got through the door.
It suddenly became strangely hard to swallow as his eyes locked onto the tiny form in the bed.

He walked slowly forward, heart churning with so many emotions; relief, fear, pure fury at what had happened… They tore at his insides with overwhelming ferocity, making it difficult to breath.

He forced himself into a chair, blue eyes taking in the bruises and thinness of the dark haired girl. She looked so fragile, as if a gust of wind would blow her away from him forever.

"Hey sweetie, we missed you a lot." Coulson slowly took Skye's small hand between his. "Nothing was the same. I know you're going to be okay but I'm still scared. Jemma said you're okay and that's why she was able to leave you for a little bit to help Hunter. He's not doing so great, but he's touch. He'll be okay. You don't know Hunter, but you can meet him when you wake up. We'll make him clean up his language first though. I think you'll like him. And Bobbi. She's a great person. Not sure if she is a kid person but I know she'll love you. Now Tripp… You'll have him wrapped around your little finger in no time…"

He was completely rambling, filling the silence with words when all he wanted to hear was Skye's voice.

But as he continued talking, Skye's body seemed to relax and Phil wondered if she somehow knew he was there.


"Remind me who you are?" Coulson raised an eyebrow as Jemma finished explaining Hunter and Skye's condition. Both were stable. In Hunter's case, they were very lucky they had blood stocked for each team member's blood type.

Jemma had done a detox on Skye and they were just waiting for her to wake up.

"Oh, I'm Jemma Simmons," the young woman brushed a strand of hair behind her ear nervously. "And this is Fitz. Leo Fitz. We… well we were attempting a rather ill conceived undercover mission." Simmons' dark eyes turned sheepishly to Fitz. "It was all me…"

"And how can we know you aren't Hydra?" Coulson got straight to the chase. "We're grateful for everything you have done for Skye and the medical help that saved two lives and you will be rewarded." His eyes drifted to Simmons' bandaged shoulder. The girl had taken a bullet for Skye. After examining and observing the pair, his gut was telling him they could trust them. But he had to have more than a gut feeling to possibly endanger his crew. "But how do we know you can be trusted?"

"Ah, sir, we're actually graduates from the SHEILD Academy. We have people who can vouch for us." The boy spoke up.

"And will they be able to vouch for you when they find out where we picked you up from?" May stepped forward.

The two young adults exchanged a worried look.

"Oh dear, I see this is a bit problematic," Simmons sighed. "I'm afraid our undercover identities are actually looking a bit too convincing.

"Do you have any record of maybe telling someone what you were doing before you went in?" Tripp suggested.

"No." Simmons looked worried.

"Yes! Yes, I did! Finch, Simmons!" Fitz turned to Simmons, his eyes lighting up. "I left a note for Professor Finch in invisible ink on your will, just in case we died, explaining everything!"

"Brilliant Fitz!" Jemma's eyes lit up and the two teenagers turned to Coulson excitedly.

"Invisible ink? On a will? Are you kidding me?"

Hunter looked like he wanted to say more but a pointed look from Coulson made him shut his mouth.

"Alright, we'll check sources and get a look at that will. For now, we'll be keeping a close eye on you both, but you are welcome to make yourself at home."

"Thank you!" Simmons practically threw her arms around Coulson. "I'm going to go check on Skye. I just want to check her levels and make sure the formula I derived is doing its work properly."

Bobbi followed her out the door.

"I don't suppose you have a tech lab?" Fitz asked. "I think I have couple improvement ideas for those night goggles. You know, in case we need to shut down the electricity in another Hydra base."

"Where the hell did these kids come from?" Hunter wondered to Coulson as Fitz left with Tripp.


What do you know, NO CLIFF HANGER WHOOOO

Don't worry, we still have some stuff that needs to go down. Afterall, Phil kinda went all rogue from SHEILD.

What do you think? Any thoughts on what will happen?