SPOILER WARNING: From this point on there are spoilers from Captain America: Winter Soldier.
Author's Note: This story kinda drives me nuts. I don't really like having it disjointed like this and I need to go back and rewrite things, but I don't have the time or focus to do so at the moment. So in the meantime, you get bits and pieces. Better than nothing, right? Maybe?
PART 2 – THE END OF SHIELD
Hydra
(In which Skye needs her poker face more than ever)
Skye had expected her life as a Shield agent to include undercover missions from time to time- she'd managed with the rich genius after all. Well, sort of. With some help. But somehow she hadn't really expected to ever be strolling next to a Hydra agent listening to the exhausted screams of a man echo down the hallway and need to keep her face emotion-free. Helplessness, fear or frustration would get her killed, could get her team killed. She had to stay calm. To not help.
It wasn't quite as heartbreaking as hearing Coulson beg for death but it was a near second and at least then she'd been able to try to do something about it.
Some of her tension must have showed on her face despite her best efforts because her escort spoke up. "Don't worry; the screaming's normal. You get used to it. He's a dangerous weapon; it is necessary to make sure he's... in the right frame of mind for his missions. He should be just about ready."
As though that was any comfort. Skye just nodded as stoically as she could, channeling May.