A gentle shake from Fitz and I woke shivering even though I was fully covered with his jacket.

"Why did you take off your jacket! Are you mad. You'll catch your death of cold."
"Don't worry. The bus is here now."
I looked up anxiously, this was the closest I had been to his team. What if they didn't like me? They were bound to be suspicious of me. I would be.

"What happens if they don't like me?"

"Don't worry they are all fair, especially Coulson. They will want to help you."
"I just worry."

"I know, but first they'll get you fixed up."

The enormous black plane landed in the snow, flicking it up around the tires, as the ramp itself lowered a lone figure stood by the entrance.

"That's Coulson."
I nodded as we started to move towards the ramp, gently I pushed Fitz away slightly, but I still had firm hold of his arm as we slowly made our way up to safety. I slipped slightly on my injured leg but managed to steady myself before Fitz grabbed me. I noted Coulson's face and it looked concerned, I realised I must look a right mess. I didn't want to be pitied. Soon we were stood in front of the Director.

"Sir, it's good to meet you at last."

"And you, Miss…"

"Summer, Becka." My head began to pound.

"Miss Summer. Fitz, what have you done now?"
"Nothing Sir, we have some information for you. But I think Becka should go to the med bay."

I began to cough once more interrupting Coulson from replying, my heart speeding with all the fear and pain, my breathing became shallower as I needed more oxygen, my head began to swim and I grabbed Fitz in a vain attempt to remain standing. Coulson caught me before I could fall to the floor and began to carry me away, Fitz followed hovering beside my head as I faded into unconsciousness.

"Fitz, who is she? What was she doing?"
"Don't worry Sir, she was doing some research. I'm not entirely sure what on. She helped me out a few times, when I got in trouble. I trust her."
"Then so shall I. But Fitz remember, Hydra is everywhere and can be hidden in anybody. Even those you think of as friend."

"Understood. Do you think she's gonna be okay? She almost fought her way through the entire camp, leading them away from where she thought I was."

"She seems to be a fighter. Have faith. Simmons will be able to help her."

"Do you want me to carry her?"
"I'm not that old Fitz, I can carry her."

"I didn't mean…"

"I know. She'll be okay."

"But look at her. Her face, it's so burned and look at your hands; they're covered in blood. Her blood. It's my fault. If I hadn't of got caught, we could have gotten out safe."
"And where would you be now? You wouldn't have come back to the bus, would you? You would have wanted to go back out and hunt for clues. I know, we both want to find Skye, but we have to keep focused on the mission."
"I can't keep, everyone. Why does it always happen to us?"
"Because we try and fight for good, people will always want to stop us. So it's our job to stop them before they can do anything."

The motionless body in Coulson's arms let out a muffled groan into his shirt and her eyes wrinkled so a crease formed on the bridge of her nose.

"Was there any news on Daisy?" Fitz asked shyly.

"No. There's nothing."
"I may have a lead. But I would rather wait till Bec can be with us."
"Fitz…"
"Please."

Coulson sighed and nodded his head, suit creasing around the collar. "Thank you."

"Jemma?" Fitz called into the large white room, a medical bed pristine and covered with a white film layer in the corner, Coulson moved over to it and placed the wounded soldier down gently arranging her in a comfortable-ish position. "Gem?" Fitz called again.

"Over here." She was stood over the opposite side of the room, playing around with a new piece of machinery they had just managed to acquire. "Fitz? Is that you?"
"I'm back."

Jemma walked over with shock on her face hitting him in the arm, before throwing her arms around his neck. She embraced him in a tight hug, hissing in his ear, "Don't you ever do that again Leo or I swear to Thor. Where were you?"

"I was trying to get some information. In Switzerland, it was slightly cold. And that's a scotsman saying that!"
"Very cold then, just don't do it again. I mean it!"
"I'll try not to."

"Can you help my friend please; she's called Becka. She helped me to escape."
"Then she is a friend of mine."

They walked over to the motionless body.

"Awh hunny. You've been through the wars haven't you."
"She has. Will she be okay?"
"Just let me have a look a second Fitz. She's going to need a body x-ray. Several broken ribs, deep wounds to her calf and lower leg, deep bruising to the muscle. She's going to be very sore tomorrow. I'll do what I can for her."
That was the cue for Fitz and a silent Coulson to exit the room.
"Fitz go and get food, check in on Bobbi and Hunter for me. They'll be glad to see you're back safely. Tell them we're on the move in 20 minutes."

"Yes Sir. Thank you." He shook Coulson's hand and left slowly, his retreating shoulders tight and full of the worry and stress he had been under. Coulson watched him leave and returned to the cock-pit of the plane to prep for lift off.

"Hey Mac!" Fitz called down to the mechanic who was busy on an engine of some kind.

"Fitz! You're back. Hey man. How was it? You okay? All in one piece?"
"It was okay, stressful to be honest. Just bruises, I'm fine." He smiled at his friend who drew him in for a brief side hug, careful not to cover him in oil.

"You have to be more careful. Did you find what you were looking for?"

"I think so. Sorry to cut it short but Coulson wants me to check in on Bobbi and Hunter. Good to see you."
"No problem, I'll be up in a bit. You can tell me all about it then."
Fitz grinned and exited the room.

"Bobbi." Hunter's smooth British voice said, they were sparring in the gym, "Someone's coming. Let's have a break."

She flipped back her ponytail and wiped her arm across her head, "Okay." She sat exhaustedly down, and drank a bottle of water.

"You have to take it a bit easier bob."
"I am fine, hunter. I need to get back in the field. I'm bored out of my mind."
"You're still not ready hunny. Your leg hasn't healed properly."

Her shoulders lowered in acceptance, "I know that but I have to try, you know that."
"I do."

"Hunter, Bobbi." Fitz called down the corridor.

"When did Fitz get back?" Hunter asked.

"I don't know. Can't have been long,"
"Hey guys!"
"Fitz!" They smiled at the scatty engineer, thinking he looked leaner. "Active mission work suits you Fitz." Bobbi said to the weary man.

"Thanks, I'm glad to be back if I'm honest."

Bobbi walked over and gave him a brief hug, "We're all glad you're back safe."

"How was It Fitz?" Hunter asked assessing him for injuries, there were no major ones.

"Bit of a struggle towards the end. But we're okay."
"Have you had some food yet?"
"No. I was just going to go up."

"He'll join you, we're done today." Bobbi said massaging her legs. Hunter went over to her and knelt between her knees, "You did good today Bob. Now go and rest it."

She kissed him gently on the forehead, he closed his eyes at the contact and smiled. In the background Fitz grinned at the pair, before turning and starting to walk slowly, so that Hunter could catch up.

"Hey wait up." Hunter called from behind.

"Okay. Didn't want to disturb you. She looks better."

"She's getting there, doesn't like to be weak."

"I know how that feels."

"You look rough though, that isn't your blood is it?"
"Huh, where?"
Hunter pointed to several places, Fitz shook his head, most of them weren't his and the rest didn't hurt too much. "It was a tough mission though Hunter, almost ended in disaster. But we're back."
"We? Glad you're back, you're safe now."
"Yea I made a friend, Rebecca."
"In a Hydra base. Fitz,-"

"I know, better than anyone. I've taken precautions, she isn't one of them. She destroyed their squadron inside and took out half the base on her own. I trust her Hunter. She almost killed herself trying to make sure that I got out of there."
"Okay, it's just we can't have any of them infiltrating our base. I trust you know what you're doing pal."

"Thank you. Have I missed much whilst I've been away?"
"No not really. Found an 085, but Coulson has that wrapped up fairly quickly."

"So nothing interesting?"
"Nope. Just plain old hunting, and they are harder to find then the proverbial needle in a haystack."

"Tell me about it, pretending to be them was hard enough." Fitz comically cringed and they chuckled, both planning of ways to destroy the enemy, and both enjoying the prospect immensely.

"Were they all sneaky skulking bastards?"

"No, they seemed normal. Which is worse, they could really be anybody. Why couldn't the Captain have succeeded that long time ago?"
"Because then our lives would be far too simple."

"Here's another thing," Fitz began with a curios look in his eyes, "If they call themselves Hydra, a sea snake with many heads, why is their symbol an octopus?"
"Because…" Hunter froze a look of confusion on his face, he then began to laugh, loud and deep, "That is the best thing I have heard all year!" He said, his eyes watering with suppressed joy.

Fitz joined him in laughing, as they entered the kitchen they received a strange look from Coulson who was already sat sipping at a cup of steaming coffee.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"Well, Hydra is called Hydra, a mythical sea serpent with many heads, but their symbol is an octopus…"

"That's because it references the deep sea destroyer the Kracken which…"

"Boss, you're making this up aren't you?" Fitz said confidently.

"Would I ever?" He raised an eyebrow daringly.

"Nooo" Fitz said sarcastically.

"That's what I thought." Coulson replied with a mischievous smile, "Get back to work Hunter."

Hunter pouted slightly, and grabbing a banana from the side, withdrew slowly.

"Right, everyone's fine this end." Fitz started, knowing Coulson had some use for him.

"Yes. I thought as much. We had best go talk."
Coulson began to walk away, Fitz following his boss and friend to his office at the opposite end of the bus.