Snow crunched under May's feet as she walked, her breath short but visible in the cold air. Show had seeped into her shoes and melted but she kept on at a brisk pace.

While she walked, her mind kept wandering back to Coulson. She knew the guilt she had...it had been for a reason, a cause. Even if he didn't believe her. It was clear enough he didn't want her about. Didn't need her… Or at least he didn't think he did. His emotions towards her was clear enough. Even if he hurt her. So she was leaving for him this time. He needed information she couldn't provide. Not while she was still there. She had contacts...people to get the information to him. She didn't want to stay and be permanently looked upon her teammates as a traitor...backstabber. This way...it was much easier.

May sighed deeply, pausing to a stop and set her bag down to a short break, opening it up for some water.

Out of everyone on the bus, Ward seemed like the only one that really had any understanding of why...didn't look at her with an untrusted expression. Even if he had been mad about it like the others at first. Understanding of being under orders. He was a specialist. It was their job. Even Agent Triplet was at least indifferent on her. But the others? The team she even came to...care about… they would only choose his side. Skye always did, he had been the cause of her even joining to begin knew FitzSimmons would be hesitant but in the end would choose him. Ward's loyalty on who she was uncertain about given the hydra situation.

Brushing off some snow off a rock, May sat down, a slight dent forming between her eyebrow the more she thought about it. When she had been packing, she hadn't actually heard Ward until he spoke...though even then she had been distracted thinking about Coulson. At least his presence didn't give off the vibe he didn't trust her. But something about him coming back had shifted the air around him. What changed?

A slow realization set in to May's mind, remembering the odd movement as his hands slid to his back. That movement had nothing to do with stretching or anything that was otherwise innocent. Being a spy herself. She knew placed like that would be a good place to…

She inhaled deeply.

He had a concealed weapon. If he planned to kill her, it meant one thing. He was Hydra.

May's fingers clenched around her water bottle, standing up quickly, brushing the snow off her and shoved the bottle away then immediately began to follow her trail back.

She was a good 4 hours away from the base now and she only stopped for two hours to nap briefly when night fell. 6 hours… What could have done in those hours? Koenig was no fighter. Easy to tell given he was a comms agent and his love for gamings. He was an easy target. And Skye?

She barely knew how to fight. Especially with the time she had took to recover from Quinn's bullet wounds… And Skye's basic knowledge was nothing compared to Ward's skill sets. He could kill her with just as much ease as Koenig. She felt there as a high chance koenig was probably already dead.

Her bag was starting to weigh her down as she got faster to get back, her coat hotter as well. Tossing them off to the side with her hat in her path though she'd get them at another time…once they had Skye safe. If she was still alive.

What had he even come back for? With her weight's gone, it was much easier to climb through the snowy banks now, going through her memory when she realised her trail down her been snowed over from the wind, recognising a few bits of the scenery to find her way again..

A couple hours and her heart thumping in her chest, May was relieved to see the entrance of the base, pulling off her hand and hair bobble as she approached it. She didn't know what to expect now… what she'd find left. But was Ward still there? Or had he left? Skye with him or dead? She'd soon find out.

Her eyes darted around the entrance, lingering on the red dot she knew was a concealed camera. It felt almost too long before the doors opened, relief pouring into her chest. Someone was at the base.

Hurrying forwards, May kicked the snow from her boots as she walked, pulling her hair out her bobble as it was coming out of that. Her heart picked up a little as she heard fast footsteps of someone approaching, her hands clenching together. Ward?

To her surprise it was Coulson storming around the corner. But with that, it meant...Skye wasn't here. Or if she was dead. Ward long gone too. She was too late. May's eyes travelled up his figure, noticing his posture before the expression on his face, causing her to stop in her tracks. Her stomach sank.

He hadn't forgiven her.

Easy to tell but he seemed mad...pissed off even. Was it because she came back? Did he hate her that much still? May could easily recall what he had said. Looking at her then with as much anger his face had now. Inhaling deeply she opened her mouth to speak as he approached her quickly.

"Phil, Wh-" But she couldn't finish, grunting in pain to the sudden blow to her face, stumbling back. Surprise littered over her face as she regained some bearings. He flew at her again, blocking that attack and the next one.

She yelped though as she felt his foot slam straight into an opening she left as she blocked another attack, a blinding pain washed through her, her arm coming to curl around the injury, a cracked rib? Possible.

But it showed he wasn't holding back. Her breathing became tight, and hurt with every sharp breath she took.

"Phil, what the hell are you doing?" May had to ask. Why was he attacking her? Was his hate for her so high that he was acting rashly. She managed to block a few more punches but the damage to her rib hurt every time she moved in the slightest so every move to block send shard of pain through her body, making her movements slower in comparison.

Her head cracked back though as he slammed into her, gasping at the pressure he put against her rib with his body, feeling the bone move which made her head spin. But the focus shifted as she felt his hands around her throat, keeping her head back and her breathing heavily restricted. Her hands curling around his wrist automatically.

"No, May, You do not get to walk back here all innocent! You lied to us, to me again!" He snarled. Her eyes widened as the pressure seemed to increase, gasping for breath, her fingers digging into his skin...to find some give.

Her wide eyes watched his face though, she could see his eyes that he was too into this to snap out of it… A wash of fear echoed through her body as what air flow she had was cut, the emotion watching through her face as she choked for breath. She couldn't breath…. Couldn't talk…. If he didn't let go soon… But he'd also find out that...

"Ph.." She gasped, almost wordlessly, using what breath she had in her lungs but she could feel her body's panic response now….her lungs burning for more oxygen, her neck hurt from the tightness...she could feel the pressure build up in her face and her heartbeat in her ears. She could feel a coppery taste in her mouth but had no way to spit it out or swallowing it down.

"Where is she?!" Coulson shouted to her but she couldn't focus on that. Black dots was tinkering in her vision, growing steadily bigger and bigger. She felt a wave of disorientation as he shook her but she fought the darkness….she'd black out soon enough…and there was ntoing she could do…

Her head span but felt light headed, her fingers slipping from his grip as her body stopped fighting. Giving up to him.

Coulson's words weren't clear to her as the pressire against her windpipe increased but then she felt the sudden sharp crunch and white pain as she felt something give way to his grip, her eyes widening but felt the loss of connection to her lungs. Blood pooling into the back of her throat...

May barely registered him letting go, feeling the dull pain ricochet up her body as she felt herself hit the floor, pain washing down her cheekbone when her head came into contact with the solid surface.

She couldn't breath in now. Her body becoming numb and not noticing when Coulson nudged her nor when he moved her onto her back… or when he pulled her into his arms.

May wasn't seeing him now. Her dark vision suddenly filling with flashes of memories, feeling like she was being sucked down a dark and long tunnel straight into an ice pit of water...

May jerked up, cold suddenly surrounding her, the need to intake breath, her eyes flickering open before she managed to break through the cold surface to the cold air above her. Panting deeply, her eyes flicking around while she tried to keep herself aloft. Taking in the surroundings and where was was. Confused for a long moment before she realized...

She was in a lake. A familiar but very cold lake...and a glance down told her enough. That she was stark naked as well. Crap.