"Becka! Can you hear me!" A familiar voice called to me. Who was it? I didn't care, I was warm. I wanted to sleep, I started to drift. "No! This can't be happening! I was supposed to keep you safe." The voice soon lost all connection to me and I slept.

I regained consciousness. Slowly opening my eyes, which began to adjust to the brightness. I was being almost dragged, through a darkening forest. The muffled breathing of the person carrying me made me turn my head slowly. The black armour caught me by surprise, I pushed off against the man, striking him in the side. He let out a muttered yelp, and slipped on the ice. I scooted backwards quickly and froze against a broad tree, hand placed upon my side face grimacing, watching me the man pulled off his helmet. Floppy brown hair fell upon his face. It was Fitz.

"Fitz. I'm sorry I didn't realise it was you!" I apologised, feeling guilty for hitting my friend.

"Beck… Becky." Fitz approached me and sat in front of me. His face red, tears threatening to overspill.

"Hey. What is it. What's the matter? Are you okay?" I croaked.

"I shouldn't have left you. I'm so sorry. I should have been in there with you. I…"
"Oi. Now stop being stupid Mr genius. I told you to leave. You were following orders. Actually why did you come back-" I began to cough, black and sooty the bile tried to escape my throat. I shuddered and continued more slowly.

"The explosion. I couldn't leave, I was waiting in the trees until I couldn't take it any-more. I knocked out a guard and stole his uniform, then began searching for you. It took forever. When I found you, you were stone cold, I thought you were… erm yea."

I nodded slowly, "Have you got in contact with Coulson."
"He's sending the bus. He's given us coordinates to a clearing. They will be there in 3 hours. We will be there in 30 minutes."
"Right. Let's go."
"Are you sure? We can wait for a while."

"I'm sure… Although I'll need a hand up."

Fitz stood up and grabbed me around the waist, I yelped and repositioned his hand higher up pulling it back as he yanked it away.

"Don't worry, only a knife wound. Higher up is fine."
"Only a knife wound." He said sarcastically. Gently he helped me to my feet, I stumbled slightly as my leg wouldn't hold my weight, "Shit. Sorry." I began to limp forwards with Fitz by my side, holding up the majority of my weight. I wished I could be more help for him.

The journey was long, slow and arduous, I was getting annoyed with myself; I could barely breath, my leg ribs as well as the entirety of my body ached bled and burned. Fitz was constantly urging me along, patient with the speed, catching me whenever I stumbled.

"It's just up ahead now." He said after an eternity. I didn't reply, just managing to look forward, my eyes fading with lack of oxygen. A large clearing was carved out of the scenery around us, big enough for the bus and several of the jets to fit in. We moved over to the edge and leant against a towering oak tree, I began to sit down but got stuck and looked at Fitz in despair. He helped me down slowly and I rested my head back against the sturdy wood taking in deep breaths. I began to think about the events of the past month; I met Fitz whilst doing my own undercover work at a Hydra base, I trusted him immediately and helped me to foil a plan to kill Coulson, whom didn't even know what we had done, we had infiltrated the snake nest, now we were going to annihilate them.

"Hey. Are you okay?" Fitz asked softly.

A solitary tear rolled from my eye, "Yea I'm okay. How long is it till Coulson?"

"1 hr and a half."

I started to shiver, Fitz sat next to me, putting his arm around my shoulder gently. I huddled in close, the bitter weather nipping at my wounds. Fitz's jacket was put around both our shoulders, it was comfortable. He had a frown adorning his face. "Hey what's the matter?"

"Nothing. I'm fine."
"Fitz!"

"I'm just worried."
"Don't be. Everything is going to be okay." I nuzzled in closer, him being the only heat in the area.

"You can't know that Bec."

"But I do. Coulson will be able to sort out everything." I started to yawn, soon my eyes began to close. Fitz began to rub small circles on my shoulder and I drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

"You know. You remind me of someone. Her name's Jemma. I think you'd get along with one another."
He continued to mumble under his breath as I slept. The reassuring sound keeping me from tossing and turning which would only aggravate my injuries further.