The two men tazing May stopped and looked at me obviously not expecting me to be up so soon. Well, I am a trained S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, taught by the best. As I looked to Mays now barely moving body, adrenaline filled my veins.
Jason and Ryder, as I know them, didn't know what to do. I held the bloody knife up in my good hand and prepared to fight before Anton came back. One of them, I don't know their name, started to pull a gun from his holster but I threw the knife at him, hitting home as it sunk into his thigh, and attacked the other.
Faster than he looks, Jason I think it is, was already on top of me as we crashed to the ground, me cushioning our weight. Now unarmed and powerless, he had the obvious advantage and used it as he started sending his beefy fists anywhere he could. Every three hits he landed on me, I landed one on him.
I started to gain the advantage when, even being weakened from the torture, he slowed down. I landed a solid blow to his groin and pushed him off of me. Fast as I could, I jumped up and knocked him out with one swift kick to his face.
I turned my attention to the other one who was on his knees whimpering in pain. Not seeing much of a threat, I walked over to him and knocked him out just the same, a quick blow to his head.
Threats eliminated, I turned back to May. Her body was still on the ground but I could see her slowly pushing herself up so I gave her my good hand and she took it.
"I guess I trained you a littletoowell. Either that or I'm getting old," she joked.
"Come on May, I used to call you old all the time on base and you'd make me run laps for it. Don't go soft on me now." After checking the two unconcoius men, we came out armed with a gun and knife for May and just a gun for me. Considering my right hand was throbbing terribly with pain, I wasn't arguing.
"Let's go Daisy, before Ivanov gets back. The last thing I need to do is waste a bullet on putting that mutt down..." she muttered the last part to herself, though I could hear her. We exited the room and made our way towards where May says we were being held. Cautiously she opened the door and I followed right behind her. I lowered my gun seeing no current threat and looked at the soaked ground. It wasn't jut soaked with water, but blood. Not a whole lot, but enough to know someone had been tortured. That someone being me.
"They're not in here," May said lowering her gun too. "They must've never moved them back after I was taken. Let's go check the other rooms." She put her gun back up and made her way back to the hallways, me hot on her heels. The next door we reached she kicked open, no amount of stealth could've covered the loud creak the door let out at being opened.
The sight that met my eyes made me wanna scream. This room was filled with bodies, and lots of them. All dead. There had to be at least eight dead people, none of them our team.
"Lets keep going," May said.
As we reached another room, we could hear someone in it. May counted to three before kicking down the door and me going in first. Inside was Coulson and Simmons tied to chairs like I was not to long ago.
"Coulson, Simmons!" I said excitedly as I put my gun down and went straight to Simmons to untie her, struggling though as my right hand was numb.
"May, Daisy!" Jemma said with a relieved tone, standing up and rubbing her raw wrists. "You dont know how happy I am that you've found us. Have you found Mack and Fitz?" Her demeanor shifted from happy to concerned.
"Nope, so far just you two. Now lets get going," I turned around and was engulfed by arms. Coulsons arms.
"Are you alright?" He whispered into my hair as my arms wrapped tightly around him.
"I will be, your kinda crushing me though," he immediately let go of me and checked me over, smiling. I handed him the gun, feeling like I might pass out at any minute. My head swayed a bit as we made our way towards the door, May and Coulson leading with Simmons and I in the back. As we travelled down the hall checking each door as we go, Simmons noticed how unsteady I've become and without saying anything, came over and supported my weight. This didn't go unnoticed by Coulson or May.
"My God, Daisy your freezing!" Jemma whispered, not blowing our cover but loud enough for Coulson and May to hear.
"Simmons," Coulson said as they exited another room which I saw was a partially empty supplies closet. "I want you and Daisy to stay in here while May and I find Mack. See what is in here and fix Daisy up as best as you can, don't come out for anything, no matter what you hear. Actually," he said changing his mind, "I'm going to make a specific call to an old friend for backup. Then we're going to find Anton and send him to the Sandbox," May nodded her head, going off most likely to find Mack and Fitz as Simmons moved me to an upside down bucket and set me on it.
"Sir," Simmons called, making Coulson turn to face us from the doorway," who are you going to call?"
"Well as soon as I can, I'm making a call to Maria Hill. She owes me a favor. Be safe Simmons, and stay quiet." After Coulson left and shut the door, black spots swarmed my vision as I clutched my bleeding aching hand to my chest, clothes already ruined. Simmons turned to face me, concern etched on her face.
"Daisy just stay awake while I check to anything to help stop your bleeding," I nodded my head as she stood up and made her way to the shelves filled with rusty old things. "What hurts the most?" The black dots were getting bigger and I only vaguely remember hearing Jemma, but not registering her words. I felt my body leaning towards the cement wall unwillingly and remember falling off the bucket, body limp as Jemma rushed over to me, forgetting about her current task. I knew I wasn't unconscious because I could hear Jemma now, but I couldn't will myself to open my eyes. I felt her hands and something warm on my shoulder as I whimpered out in pain at the new pressure on my shoulder where Anton threw his knife at me. The cement on my back was warm, and I knew it shouldn't be. It was only warm because of how dangerously cold I was. "Daisy open your eyes, I need you to open your eyes for me."
My eyes opened to see Jemma's worried ones staring down at me. "There you go, keep them open for me, can you do that?" I nodded my head, my focus coming back to me almost instantly before my senses picked something else up. Gunshots. My trained ears knew that it was AR-15 shots being fired, that's a gun not to be messed around with. I shot up, almost knocking Jemma over in the process and put my finger to my lips, telling her to keep quiet. With her help, we both stood and I grabbed an old mop and unscrewed it so I had only the wooden stick as a weapon and Jemma grabbed a brick from the ground. I stood right next to the door, with there being no where to hide, with Jemma behind me.
"Who do you think is being shot at?" She whispered to me frantically.
"I don't know, Jemma but-" I never even got to finish as the gunshots stopped right outside our door and three sets of feet walked near. I tried to calm my breathing as best I could but being drowned takes a toll on you as my breath was fast and rugged. They weren't speaking and my grip tightened on the mop. The voice that came from through the door made me freeze.
"Come out Daisy, Jemma. I know your somewhere around here," Anton's voice screamed not twenty feet from us. I could feel exactly three pairs of footsteps and three AR-15's. I could feel Jason and Ryder with him. A loud boom made Jemma and I jump as we heard one of them kick open the door to the room next to us. I thought I might break a finger from holding the mop so tight, seeing as it was the only thing that gave me confidence. "I just shot one of your friends in the leg and my boy Jason here shot her in the shoulder, we don't know if May's still alive but we let her, Mack and Fitz escape. They're not coming back for you two, so how about you guys come out and we can work together to find them?" He laughed. "Ha, that would never actually happen due to my hatred for you and your kind. But I might take your friend Jemma to our science department if you come quietly, and I'll give you a less painful death of torture." Another door was kicked in. Jemma's hand found mine and gave it a squeeze. The next room he would reach is ours, and there's no way for us to keep him out with there being no lock on the door.
I let go of Jemma's hand and put both hands back on the mop and readied myself for a fight. If he was going to take us, I wasn't going down without a fight even though there was no way of winning this. With barely any strength, this fight was sure to be in their favor. And it was, as not two seconds later our door was kicked in and I whacked Ryder in the head with the mop, taking him out cold and his gun sliding away from us. The next one to come in was Jason as he fired two shots at my chest from five feet away. I guess this entire building wasn't laced with whatever it was that stopped me from quaking as my powers automatically kicked in and turned the bullets upwards and into the ceiling. He went to fire more shots but Jemma threw her brick and it hit home as it landed right on his temple and he fell, but was still conscious.
I was overjoyed that we were starting to win the fight until a shot rang out of a gun in the doorway. I thought he missed until I heard Jemma call my name weakly, her hands going to her chest where a large red stain was starting to form. No, this can't be happening. This cannot be happening. But it was. Jemma had been shot. I reached out to catch her as she fell, the fight being forgotten as she lay in my arms, both of us on the ground but one of us dying. The shot was right above her heart, barely missing it. I went to put pressure on it but the last thing I remember was white hot pain on my skull where Anton's gun hit it.
The darkness came fast.
