A/N: Hey guys! Here's Chapter 11!

Skye ran into the medical center, Bobbi and Hunter right behind her.

"What happened?" she asked.

Jemma turned to look at her, Coulson stopped his pacing. Trip stepped towards her, pushing off of the wall.

Then she realized May was on the bed, with her eyes closed.

"We lost." Coulson said. "They completely overwhelmed us. May fought the super soldier."

"Is she okay?" Bobbi asked.

"I think she'll be fine." Jemma said.

Hunter shook his head. "Never thought she would be one in a spot like this."

"You don't know her." Skye said quickly.

Hunter looked slightly taken aback. "Maybe not as well as you, but I've heard the stories."

"She was the only one around when he found me." Jemma said. She looked at May and smiled slightly. "May started fighting him so I could get away."

"It's what she does." Coulson said. He looked at Skye reassuringly. "She'll be fine. She's been through worse."

Skye reluctantly nodded, her eyes on May. She'd never seen the woman hurt badly enough to actually stay in the medical section. She looked so different…

"There's something else you should know." Coulson said to everyone. For some reason he sounded hesitant. "We found Fitz."

Something shifted in Skye, her focus locking on his words. May went to the back of her mind and her eyes snapped on Coulson. "Where is he?" she demanded.

Coulson sighed. "With HYDRA." He frowned. "He's their super soldier."

His words seemed to float over her. How could she go from feeling so full to being empty? "You've gotta be wrong." She said. "There's no way."

"I know it's hard, but it's him." Coulson said.

Skye looked at him for a second and then brought her gaze to Jemma, pleading with her. It can't be him, she thought. But her friend looked back with such torn eyes that Skye had to look away. She wouldn't find what she wanted to in those eyes. She had to get out of there.

Before she knew it she was right back where she'd been before the mission, punching the bag. But this time she wasn't just angry. If Fitz had done that to May, it wasn't really Fitz.

Which meant they had changed him.

No, Skye wasn't just angry. This time she was pissed.

After Skye stormed out, Jemma left too. She'd been so focused on helping May that she'd blocked herself from thinking about Fitz. Now that she was thinking about him again…

She needed privacy. So she went to the medical storage center and closed the door. That was when she realized how badly her hands were shaking. All of the emotions she had felt, from realizing Fitz had been taken to seeing him at the end of the battle, preparing to shoot her and Coulson… everything hit her in an overpowering wave, and suddenly she was sliding down the door, sobbing and holding her arms as hot tears poured down her face. Jemma tried not to cry much, but all of the stress of the past days proved too much for her.

He didn't remember her.

Whatever had been done to him, he wasn't the same. His body was one thing. Of course he was attractive like this, muscles clearly defined. A part of her liked that. But a larger part of her wanted the body she knew back, the deceptively strong one that was absolutely perfect. His mind was what made her really upset.

Fitz had been through so much already. Now he obviously had no memories of who he really was. Could they be returned, or was he an empty slate, only able to be filled again by experience?

It was too hard to think about it. She would drive herself crazy if she fixated on it instead of searching for ways to restore him. And locate him.

She let herself cry until there were no tears left in her body, until her sides were sore from shaking and her arms were stiff from gripping each other. Then she slowly stood, smoothing back her hair and taking a deep breath. She had work to do.

When Fitz went to the cafeteria the next morning, he was surprised to see a much larger group assembled than had been there the night before. He scanned the crowd of people hastily eating breakfast and counted at least twenty more heads. Perplexed, he walked over to Doc.

"Good morning!" Doc said, holding up a cup of coffee in greeting.

"Morning." Fitz said. "Where did all these people come from?"

Doc smiled, seemingly delighted. "So you noticed!" he said. "You've done such a fine job recruiting, we're making a great name for ourselves. I sent out messages to some people, and with your record and my words, they responded! They came in late last night! One of the other HYDRA's squadrons."

Fitz couldn't believe his luck. "They're fully trained?" he asked, to make sure.

"Of course!" Doc said. "They're not elite, but they're still quite good. Whitehall never used them. They saw an opportunity with us. And I expect we'll have more people showing up. So train well!"

Twenty more men in one night. It was unbelievable. And the fact that they had been HYDRA? That made it even better. They were already acquainted with fighting skills and teamwork, and Fitz hadn't even met them. He nodded to Doc and walked over to Archie, sitting down next to him.

"Did you see the new recruits?" Archie asked.

Fitz grinned. "I don't think they'll just be recruits for long." He looked over everyone and saw the new group, clustered at a table in the back. "I'll test them, but I think we've found our sub-commanders. They'll train the groups."

"I thought you might say that."

"You have a problem with it?" Fitz asked.

"Nope." Archie said. His lips curled into a smile as he took a sip from his coffee cup. "The ranks are starting to build themselves."

"Now our focus is strengthening them." Fitz said. He stood on the bench he had been sitting on.

"Listen up!" he called. The din faded, and faces looked up at him expectantly. "Everyone will meet in the gym in twenty minutes for testing!"

There were protests, but Fitz silenced them by raising his hand. "I've already let you relax more than I should have. Don't be late!"

With that he jumped down and looked at Archie. "You ready?"

Archie looked at his half-eaten plate and sighed. "Can't even finish my coffee." He stood and walked next to Fitz. "I don't know if I like the drill sergeant side of you, kid."

"Then I'm doing it right."