My life, my past and the whole truth

May and the others surrounded the table in the kitchen and sat down. She was looking fidgety which was highly unusual until Phil grabbed her hand and held it under the table steadying her, keeping her grounded and being her rock.

She turned to face the others and began a long and painful story, "I met my soon to be dead ex husband shortly before Bahrain, and before you ask the full story is up for discussion once his sorry ass is gone. Let's just say I acquired my name 'The Cavalry' because I'm resourceful, with a unique skill set. Super humans kidnapped a group of our Agents and S.H.I.E.L.D. was going to pull out and leave them there, because the price was too high. I wouldn't allow this and entered in alone and it ending with me freeing them all."

Skye, Jemma and Fitz were looking at her in complete awe making her feel like a freak show, she didn't want, or need, the name but she knew it had been imprinted on her, making her famous in their circle. She looked at Phil who squeezed her hand and gave her a small smile encouraging her to go on, knowing that this needed to be out in the open for everyone, he knew that she didn't have to tell them everything.

"Shortly afterwards, when I came out, I wasn't myself bearing scars and wounds on the outside and the inside. I shoved away all that held dear, plagued by torturous nightmares of things I had done in revenge, malice and heartache. I even pushed Phil away for a time and went on a rampage ready to drive over the edge at breakneck speed with no one to stand in my way…"

"Were you tortured?" Skye tried to keep quiet, really she did, but she just couldn't help it and knew she was crossing a line with the look that Coulson had given her.

"Yes, for a few hours but what happened to those Agents and I will stay with me till I draw my last breathe, a nightmare I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy. Phil doesn't even know, it was enough to drive me to my knees and out of my mind. I had to pull out all the stops and do some unspeakable things. That's when I met my ex husband…"

"Does he have a name?" Skye did it again and this time Phil banged his fist on the table making everyone including May jump.

"Skye, I am warning you…!"

"Shhhhh Phil, we have brought him here so please, they have the right to know." She put her hand on top of his and patted it so gently.

"His name is Daemon and know I will not spell it or his last name because I know Skye will only try to research him." They all looked at Skye.

"What? " Skye had the cheek to look offended.

"I met him when I was in the Admin department of S.H.I.E.L.D., I was broken and bruised thinking he would be my salvation. We spent a few years before things started to change. He would disappear for days on end, things would disappear from our home but he always bring back a present some rare and exotic item, including at one point, the obelisk we've spent the last few months searching for…."

This earned her a raised eyebrow from Phil, who found this to be a very interesting piece of information that they would have to discuss another time.

She looked at them with sorrow, heartache and stress written all over her face like the carvings on Phil's wall. Piece by piece the wall was coming down and her emotions were being laid bare for all to see, as her life and dark recesses of her heart were being laid bare, "I wasn't myself and paid no notice until he drew a gun on me and shot me in the back three times. I had to crawl out on hands and knees until I could get into a standing position, he was about to kill me when S.H.I.E.L.D. came and took him away."

May lifted her jacket to reveal three bullet wounds on her back, all aimed where the vital organs should be and no one could do anything but cry and gasp, Skye threw herself at May and wrapped her in a bone crushing embrace. Skye trace the bullet wounds, as though they were fresh, tracing the scar tissue like a stencil but sensing she was putting life into May was a unique experience.

"You could've died…" Skye had tears running down her face and her sobs rang throughout the room.

May had no idea how to deal with this, she thought that a part of her had long gone after the events in Bahrain, seeing the abuse and smelling the stench of rotting flesh searing in her brain like a pattern and yet here she was in a tight embrace with a young lady, who for some reason meant a great deal to her. Like her, she was damaged, but Skye was still repairable and May would make sure that would happen and she got the life she deserves.

Once Skye had finally released her, she was surprised to find that she sat right beside her on the other side to Phil, grasp her other hand and urged her to continue with the story.

"He was on the way to the facility, when the Agents were ambushed and killed leaving him to crawl out and flee, he left them, no one found the Agents for days but by then any chance of removing the bullets and saving them had gone, one was a young protégée, I'd trained with her first day on the job. She lay there with her eyes open until she was carried to rest and I swore the next time I saw him, I would shoot him in the face…until I found out what I know now."

She looked at Phil who suddenly because very uncomfortable, May had streaks down her face where the silent tears had fallen and drop to her leather trousers staining leaving her imprint in them forever

"If he did all that, and this is the part of what she has told us about, what in the world is he doing here?" They all turned and looked Phil waiting for an explanation to why they are all in this position.

"Well, we know he was a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent but he was supposed to be undercover. It turns out he May have gone rogue but he doesn't know that we know and so I've brought him in for information and that's why he is staying here."

All hell broke lose…