A/N: Hey guys! Here's chapter 12!

Fitz worked his men hard. He felt a little bad about it, but the sooner they were whipped into shape the sooner HYDRA would be able to fully emerge in the world.

He made them spar with each other. He made them learn to fight with and without guns. He made them run, sometimes with weights.

He made them hate him.

But he knew it wouldn't last. He would work them to the point of exhaustion, but he knew that after a week of drilling them, they would understand his cruelty. They would grow physically. They would feel more united.

So he was okay with being the enemy for a while. He actually preferred it that way, so the men bonded first with each other and second with him.

After four day of intense training, even Fitz was tired. That was saying a lot. He did everything he ordered his men to do. He wasn't drained, but he was tired enough. So the next day he ended an hour early.

"I want you worked, not dead." He said. "Go rest, and be ready to work again tomorrow morning."

He watched as they filed out of the gym. "You want to say something." He said, not looking away from the door.

Archie moved into his line of sight. "Just that you're doing it right, kid. You're making this work."

"You think they're ready to be put into squads." Fitz guessed.

Archie shrugged, rubbing his hand on his stubbly chin. "I think they're working hard. Maybe if you start having them train in smaller units and come together for boot camp after, you'll see even better results."

Fitz thought for a moment. "You're right." He said. "Will you help me group them? We have time now."

"You gave us the night off, remember?" Archie said. He gave Fitz a crooked smile as Fitz playfully scowled at him. "Let's do it."

The Playground was quiet after the prison break. Bobbi and Hunter itched for a fight, and frequently sparred with each other to work out frustrations. Skye worked almost nonstop on her computer, looking in places few people even knew existed for information about Fitz's whereabouts.

Coulson stayed shut in his office, going over S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel and bases and looking over all the information he had on HYDRA.

May woke and left the medical center twenty-four hours after the attack, much to the dismay of Jemma. The woman suffered no permanent damage, though Jemma worried about her head trauma. She wanted May to stay in the bed another day, to make completely sure nothing was wrong, but the older woman would hear nothing of it. May insisted she was fine and went to her quarters, reluctantly still wearing the sling for her broken arm.

The thing that hurt most was her pride. And her head, a little. She hadn't stood a chance against Fitz, not in the condition he was in. He had completely overwhelmed her. She rationalized with herself, telling herself that no one could beat a super soldier… except another super soldier, maybe. And May was no super soldier, even if they called her the Cavalry.

So she mulled over her fight with Fitz in her quarters, letting her body rest while her brain tried to figure out how to defeat him.

Jemma wasn't much different from anyone else on the base. She stayed shut in the lab, the only time she left when she retired to her room or walked to the kitchen. No one at the base really saw each other in the four days immediately following the attack.

Then they started going back to each other, slowly talking and planning as a group. They had a team meeting in ops that night.

"I don't know why HYDRA took Fitz." Coulson said. "The timeline just doesn't make sense. They just came out into the open. They know they have more people than S.H.I.E.L.D."

"It does seem odd." Bobbi said.

"Maybe they're over-doing it on purpose." Trip said. "Maybe they're trying to not just win the battle, but all future battles between S.H.I.E.L.D. and HYDRA. I know I wouldn't want to fight a super-soldier."

"You don't."

Jemma turned around to see May in the doorway. Her sling was off her arm, to Jemma's displeasure. But she did look better. Still tired, but better.

"Glad you joined us." Coulson said. "I was worried you'd sleep through the meeting."

May quirked an eyebrow for a second and walked over to the table, taking a seat.

"Has anyone found anything?" Coulson asked.

Jemma cast her eyes on the table, and was aware of Skye doing the same.

"I thought so, but figured I should ask." Coulson said. He looked at Trip. "I think you might be on to something."

"I don't care what their motivation is." Hunter said. "How do we get Fitz back?"

"Before we can figure that out we need to know where he is." Jemma said.

"Not to mention how to cure him." Skye said.

"You want him back to the way he was before?" Hunter asked.

There was silence for a moment. Jemma and Skye looked up at Hunter, who seemed to realize he had said something wrong.

"I don't mean-."

"We're changing him back." Skye said.

"Of course I want Fitz back, but don't you think having a super-soldier on our side would be the best thing?"

"Fitz shouldn't-." Jemma started heatedly.

"That's the last thing we have to worry about." Coulson said. "We can talk about his physical state later. Once we've discovered his location, we have a more urgent thing to figure out."

Jemma realized she had started to stand when talking to Hunter, and sat down, exhaling slowly. Coulson was right. They could talk about restoring Fitz to his original physical state later. Though it was good to know she and Skye were on the same page.

"How do we defeat a super-soldier?" Coulson asked the group.

His question was met with silence.

"That make you want to re-think keeping Fitz that strong?" Trip asked Hunter.

Hunter grinned half-heartedly.

"This is serious." May scolded.

"Right." Hunter said. "I have no bloody idea."

"If May got that hurt, none of us stand a chance." Bobbi said. She looked at May. "Sorry."

"It's true." May said. "I don't even know if we can trap him."

"There has to be some way." Jemma said.

"We're not done trying yet." Coulson said. "I just wanted to see where we are. If anyone finds anything, report it back to me. No matter what it is."

"Yes sir." Jemma said quietly.

Two weeks after the breakout from the S.H.I.E.L.D. penitentiary.

Two weeks of intensive training, and Fitz couldn't be happier.

Their ranks had grown in both number and strength. They now had almost one hundred members, between warriors and scientists (both of which had grown in size). Doc had been right: there had been a great influx of people in the days following the attack. HYDRA was making a name for itself.

Now he watched as four squads of men ran through attack simulations, each squad moving fluidly and flawlessly through. He had chosen his leaders well.

In a few minutes they would go through a battle. The only thing the warriors didn't know? Fitz would be fighting with them.

After all, they had to get used to him being in the fray. Doc had told Fitz they would pay a special visit to S.H.I.E.L.D. soon.

They had to be ready.

"Is that your phone?"

Jemma looked up, startled out of her thoughts by Skye's voice. She listened and realized there was a sound in the background: a jingle that was very familiar to her.

"That's not mine." She said, straightening up. She stood and walked over to Fitz's desk. "It's Fitz's."

She looked at the cell phone on the desk, ringing with the tune Fitz had assigned especially for his mother.

"Do you know who it is?" Skye asked.

Jemma looked at her, confused for a second. Of course, she realized. Skye didn't know about Fitz's mother. She called every few weeks, to check in on him. Usually Fitz talked to her more often than that, but she always could be counted on to contact him.

"His mother."

Skye brought her eyes up from her book, pupils dilated in shock. "What do we do?"

"I have to answer it." She said. "She'll think something's wrong if we don't answer."

"Something is wrong!" Skye said. "Her son is a brainwashed HYDRA agent!"

"Maybe I won't mention that." Jemma said. The ringtone was nearing its end, so she snatched up the phone and answered it before she lost her nerve.

"Hello Mrs. Fitz." She said, trying to sound as smooth as possible.

"Jemma!" Mrs. Fitz said. She sounded pleased. "How are you, dear?"

"I'm fine, thanks." Jemma said. "How have things been with you?"

She could hear the strain in her own voice, and Skye's widened eyes told her she wasn't doing a very good job acting normal.

"Oh, things have been wonderful, dear. I just wanted to see if there was anything I could do for my boy. I have a bit of free time the next few days. Where is he?"

"Fitz? Oh, he's… well, you know him. He's… being himself!"

Jemma looked at Skye and mouthed HELP ME!

"Is everything okay, dear?"

Jemma froze.

"C'mon Fitz!" Skye shouted. "We're gonna be late!" she stood and ran to the door, slamming it.

"Are you going somewhere?" Mrs. Fitz asked.

"Yes." Jemma said after hesitating a second. "We're actually going on a mission. He was getting supplies with Skye, but as you just heard, they're out the door now!"

She heard hysteria enter her tone and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Fitz. But I really have to run. We might not be back for a few days, but I'll make sure Fitz calls you as soon as he can."

"I understand dear." She said. She sounded disappointed, but not upset. "Both of you, be safe."

"We will."

"Good luck, then!"

Jemma shut the phone and placed it carefully on Fitz's desk, her hand shaky. She took a deep breath as she brought her gaze to Skye, who walked over to her.

"You okay?"

Jemma nodded and blinked, shaking her head. "Fine. I've never lied to her before, that's all."

"She's better off not knowing what's happened." Skye said. "Trust me."

"That was quick thinking!" Jemma said. "Thank goodness you were here!"

"You still don't deal well with improv." Skye said. "That was definitely better than last time though."

The ghost of a smile etched across Jemma's lips. "It couldn't be much worse."

"Fitz will be calling her back in no time." Skye said. "We just need to find him."

"So let's get back to work." Jemma said.