"skimmons + "look at me-just breathe, okay?""
just letting you know that im evil but not super evil
cw: gun mention
disclaimed
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The Hydra goon holding Skye tightens his grip when she tenses, hissing, "If you even think about shaking, a bullet's going to go through her pretty little head."
Jemma doesn't look scared, even as the woman holding her presses the gun against her temple. Skye feels a flare of pride, of terror when she sees her set her jaw, hands in fists at her sides.
There's a needle prick in the side of her neck. Skye's muscles tense, then relax, her vision going hazy at the edges. "No," she slurs. "I was complying."
"You're enhanced," the man purrs. "Too dangerous. Might want to say goodbye before you're completely out of it."
God—she can't even properly see Jemma, her face blurred and unfocused. "Skye—," Jemma says. "Skye, just breathe—."
The woman pulls the trigger.
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"Skye!"
Eyes snapping open, Skye realizes that she's screaming, shaking, tangled in her covers. The clock on the side table rattles ominously, the walls groaning as they tremor.
Jemma leans over her, propped up on one elbow and worry etched onto her face, and she smooths back some stray hairs from Skye's face carefully, her hands cool on Skye's forehead.
Skye can't make eye contact; can't see her face without remembering how her blood splattered across the wall. God—she can't breathe.
"Skye," Jemma murmurs softly, firmly. "Look at me—just breathe, okay? I need you to breathe."
Breathing should be easy. Skye takes a shuddering breath, rolling onto her side to face Jemma, who reaches out to settle her arm around Skye's waist.
She takes another breath. And another.
The shaking stops, the building no worse for the wear. Jemma relaxes, laying back down, eyes soft. "What did you see?" she whispers, stretching her leg out to nudge Skye's ankle with her toes.
Just thinking about it makes Skye want to vomit. But it's always better if she talks about it—the nightmares.
"Hydra killed you," she forces out, shifting closer to Jemma. "I couldn't do anything to save you."
The other woman nods, stoic. "But I'm not dead," Jemma breathes finally. "I'm here, with you."
Skye nods.
"I'm not going anywhere," Jemma promises, moving closer and tangling her legs with Skye's. She reaches over, tucks a stray lock of hair behind Skye's ear. "You're kind of stuck with me."
Maybe Skye will laugh at that later. Now, she lets Jemma pull her closer, pressing her ear to her chest, hearing her heartbeat, strong and steady.
Sleep doesn't come easily. But when it does, it's dreamless.