Some of you have been concerned about Simmons and since we havent seen hide nor hair of Simmons since she was tortured I thought it would be good to add a bit of Simmons's POV. Tell me what you think!

When she opened her eyes everything hurt. Her arms, her legs, even down to her cheek. Pain radiated through every part of her body. It wasn't until she heard the clanking of the metal handcuffs as she moved her arms, she remembered what had happened. Jemma bolted upright, trying to get a sense of her surroundings. Bad idea. She thought has a wave of nausea hit her from the sudden pain in her extremities. She sat still for a moment as her head cleared and looked around

It looks like a fairly standard medical bay, it looked like one of the practice rooms they used at the academy for patient care. Unlike the practice rooms, this room appeared a bit more sinister. The walls were painted white, but one could still see the grey of the concrete seeping through. There were no windows for the sun to enter through, so the whole room was illuminated by a couple of lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling, giving the room a sinister yellow glow.

Jemma looked to see how they had taken care of her own injuries. Her hand was wrapped firmly under a thick layer of gauze, each of her arms were covered in bandages where General Barnes had cut them. Her thigh was covered under even more gauze and bandages. She went to feel for the cuts on her cheek, but the handcuffs stopped her. The monitor displaying her heart rate beeped steadily at a low volume, but other than that, the room was silent. She was totally alone.

Jemma took the solitude as a chance to attempt an escape. She fiddled with the handcuffs for a moment, trying to see if they had any sort of weakness, but she came up with nothing but irritated skin around her wrists. She then focused her attention around the room, Ward had once taught her to pick locks on a variety of items, handcuffs included. Jemma searched for a tray of instruments that she could use, but to her disappointment, nothing useful was within reach.

She just about gave up and sank back down into her bed when she heart the sound of boots drawing nearer. Unsure of what exactly to do, she turned slightly and closed her eyes, pretending she was still asleep. The guards entered the room. There were several, Simmons didn't know how many but she was too afraid to open her eyes and count.

"Wake her. We have to move fast." One of the guards came closer and grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and shook her. Simmons opened her eyes, feigning a look of surprise. She could see by the look on General Barnes face that she wasn't entirely convincing. He looked angry. Even more so than he did when Skye refused to speak.

"Your team has escaped." She refused to react, and give the General a reason to hurt her again, "The hacker has more chops than I gave her credit for. Managed to get 2 grown adults and an incapacitated child out of the compound on her own." He was glaring at Jemma, as though it was her fault they had escaped, "You're the only one left." Jemma was confused for a moment, why had they left her here alone? Her answer came soon after.

"They think you're dead. The hacker saw all the blood and assumed." He give a snort of laughter when he saw Jemma's face pale at the realization, "You're a scientist, you know as well as anybody that people shouldn't just assume!" He emphasized the last word, spit leaving his lips. He nodded towards two of the guards and they approached Jemma. She tensed, waiting for a hit, maybe a slap. Instead they unhooked her cuffs from the bed, allowing Jemma to rub her wrists. She gave him a confused look,

"What's going on?" She asked, aware that one of the guards had procured crutches and was waiting for her to slip out of the gurney.

"Why it's obvious really!" The General responded with glee, "This compound has been compromised! I'm willing to bet my life that as of this moment, your friends are assembling a squad to dismantle this establishment and bring me into custody! So instead we're packing up and moving!"

"And what does that have to do with me?" Jemma questioned carefully. She felt like she already knew the answer. The General clapped his hands together and gave her a mad, toothy grin,

"Well why waste an opportunity when you've got one? You're one of the youngest to graduate from the academy! Nobody could've done what you did with the centipede serum, and the ICER's? We need bright young minds like you in Hydra!" Jemma could feel the disgust rising up her throat at the offer of working for Hydra.

"And if I refuse?" She heard the click of the gun before she felt in on her temple. Her mind flashed back to the last time she had been put in that position. She had seen Fitz fall to the ground hard and Skye had just come around the corner, gun aimed high. She felt as helpless then as she did now. The only difference was that this time, the team already thought she was dead. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She filed through all the options that she had available to her. I could refuse and get shot, or I could accept and join Hydra. Suddenly a third option came to mind, I could accept then try to escape. Jemma opened her eyes and looked at General Barnes. She gave a small sigh and turned to accept the crutches from the guard next to her bed. General Barnes made no attempt to conceal his surprise and glee.

"Glad to have you join us Agent Simmons! You'll be a welcome addition to our research team." He clapped his hands once more then turned to leave. Jemma followed behind him slowly, adjusting to the crutches.

The General led Jemma through the compound and they soon arrived at a loading dock. Hydra agents were rushing around, loading things onto several different vehicles. Some were rushing around with papers, putting them into shredders and burning others. They were packing up and leaving. The General looked back at her to make sure she was still following nad made his way to one of the SUVs. As he approached, the door to the SUV opened and a figure stepped out. Jemma could feel anger and fear prick her skin as she recognized who it was. Ward.

Simmons followed his gaze as he first nodded to the general then focused his attention to her. For a split second Jemma could see a flash of surprise, then something else. Relief? Disappointment? She didn't have time to identify it, the moment passed and his face remained a blank canvas.

"Everything is packed up. We're ready to go when you are." Ward reported, "Radar has Shield 10 minutes away, no doubt with back-up. Its now or never sir." Th General nodded towards Ward and approached the SUV, he opened the door and gestured for Jemma to enter. She swung herself over and lifted herself into the car. She tried to make eye contact with Ward but he didn't even acknowledge she had approached. His eyes continued to scan the loading area, as it quickly began to empty. Simmons thought she could see lines of worry crease his face, but General Barnes approached the door and moved her over before she could study his face. They were soon racing away from the compound. Jemma couldn't help but look over her shoulder adn watch as the compound faded into dust. She hoped that the team would find them. Wherever they were going.

Okay so i kinda hated that ending but I was kinda rushed. yay Wards alive and Simmons is alive!

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