Fitz's Mission Chapter 3 Captivity
Hello again! Well, one person reviewed and I personally thank them. I'm going to try to write a chapter for each Simmons, Fitz, Skye and Ward (though not necessarily in that order). There may be more Skyeward in these chapters, but Fitzsimmons is still the main ship. (Oh, did any of you get the mindless Doctor Who reference?)And without further ado, the story…
Fitz was groggy, and tried to sit up, but a massive migraine took hold of his head before he could do so. The rest of the team was waking up around him as three large thugs came into the cell with the captives. Fitz moved closer to Simmons, who was still barely conscious. Fitz's fear of death once again entered his mind, but the fact he was with Jemma was calming.
"Which one of ya' is goin' to tell us the information about SHEILD and allies?" one man said in broken English. No one dared move. Jemma was now awake and alert, but was practically clinging to Fitz for dear life. The men began to move toward the small group. The team thought in unison of the possible actions to take. If someone spoke, everyone could be hurt if the men didn't like the comment.
Ward tried to use his most authoritative, stony voice, "What do you want with us or SHEILD? We'll never help you!" came out in fluent Russian. Skye was breathing heavy, obviously injured from her encounter with the thugs.
"If no one will help me, I may have to make you. This one doesn't look too good," another thug said, pointing to Simmons, "and may not last a round with me. We wouldn't want to harm her, now would we? She's too beautiful. However, I can avoid her face," he threatened with a smirk.
Fitz blocked Jemma from the Russians' view with his body, as if to protect her from their vile thoughts. After a couple of minutes in silence, the thugs left the room, returned with meals, and then left again. Fitz knew Ward wouldn't let any harm come to Skye, as he wouldn't let any harm come to Jemma.
"We need to get of here. Skye may have gotten a concussion and I believe I might have broken my wrist. Ward has a large wound on his head, which is my first priority," said Simmons, trying to move.
Fitz held her tight, saying "We need a plan first. I can help with medical problems, as you're in no condition to work right now, Simmons. We should analyze the situation, and gather as much data as possible before we do anything. Those thugs know who we are, which puts us in even more danger." As he wrapped Jemma's wrist with a piece of cloth from a shirt, Fitz tried to be as levelheaded as Ward. Though mentally freaking out, Fitz was the least injured of the group.
"What about the food? We probably need it, but it could be drugged. Is it worth the risk?" inquired Skye.
"I would stay away from anything those people offer us. You and Simmons can rest, while Fitz and I work out a plan," Ward answered.
"I'm not going to be a damsel in distress who sits around waiting to be saved. We're all part of the team, and we'll all help, right Simmons? Simmons?" Skye said, becoming worried. Jemma had fallen into unconsciousness again. Fitz checked Simmons' heartbeat, which was slow. Suddenly, Ward sank to the ground, apparently passed out also. Fitz started wildly searching around the room as Skye hurried over to Ward, only to hit the ground. Fitz was sure that there would be a source of a gas, but found nothing. He panicked, feeling his heartbeat rise, until it slowed, his hand in Jemma's, his head hitting the floor.