May turned the pages slowly, her eyes lingering on each picture of her 4th birthday till there was an abrupt stop of pictures. No evening pictures of her and her cake, no party pictures or anything . She had wondered why ages ago but at the time she only assumed the camera had run out of film so they couldn't take any more, so she hadn't questioned it much.

But it made sense and knowing now… but she didn't find any regrets not knowing. Her mom was right. If Coulson knew she could have or has done in response to death then what would he have done instead. Beaten her black and blue before dragging her off to a cell… Or if it had been on purpose, get on a jet to to her place of rebirth to lock her up. If he had really been pissed off...would he have given her some clothes?

Probably...probably not. But despite anything, May knew Simmons probably would out of pity. Or Trip. He respected women, even if he thought she was...a traitor like the rest of the, he knew her before he found out as well.

May was alone now.

Her mother had gone for a short break from her which she understood but she also saw a metal canister she had packed up in the car. May could only imagine that was to go in the lake for her if she was to die again and she'd have access to clothes and a cell phone. She appreciated it. With Hydra about...it was something she'd need incase she had to jump in front of a bullet. Even if she didn't know how many times she could do it, she was willing to do it.

For her team.

If they still wanted her... or if she could tolerate being around Coulson. Mays fingers drifted over the sensitive skin of her throat. A firm reminder.

But she just couldn't sit around…waiting for hydra...or in fear of Coulson and what he would do. But she could work a distance… Keep a safe distance while finishing off Fury's orders… If she couldn't then….she didn't know what to do.

May sighed gruffly and slammed the album shut and headed up the stairs. A headache forming already and she still felt tired… but she didn't have time to sleep…

Opening the door, May stopped and sighed deeply, looking around the room. It had once been hers but when she left home, it was obvious it had been transformed into a guest one. All of her childhood stuff, as expected, wasn't really here but May could see a couple of boxes under the bed. Stuff she knew she didn't need.

Walking over to the wardrobe, May opened it up, looking at the bottom of it. As she thought, there were a few duffle bags, Pulling one large one out, she dumped it onto the bed then began to look through the wardrobe for any plane clothes she could use. It was minimal, but May was pleased at the least have have the basics there. PJs, Jeans, Linen and cotton shirts.

She also packed a spare toothbrush, toothpaste and a wash kit. Opening the last draw, My raised and eyebrow to see a SHIELD standard gun. Picking it up, May opened up the magazine.

Loaded.

But she wasn't going to complain. It was something. Slipping that into her bag, she headed down to pack some water and a snack then headed to the door as it opened, making her stop in step.

"Leaving so soon?" Her mom said after a moment, eyeing the bag but not surprised.

"You know..I can't stay." May rasped after a moment.

"I know, To be honest, I expected you to be long gone before i got back." She brushed past her. May sighed, putting her bag down in the hall and followed after her. "Regardless...I got you a few things for your neck. Concealer, throat soothers and skin lotion." A small bag was held out to her, making her sigh but reached out for it anyway.

"Mom, You don't...have to." May answered, taking a peek into it.

"But I have. Your choice to use them but that bruise is going to pick up notice and it'll heal better with care. If you wait then you can borrow your old car in the garage. Full tank."

"How are you still prepared?" She frowned but none the less, not that shocked but surprised.

"I may be retired but I still have habits."

"And contacts?" May asked after a moment, a thought springing to her. Her mom met her eyes then nodded. "I need to...find Maria." she coughed a little, throat irritant still.

Her Mom sighed deeply, putting the few rest of her bags on the table. "I'll see what I can do." Was the answer May got before she walked out the room. leaving her alone.

Sighing deeply, she made her way over to the table, taking a look into the other bags before deciding to unpack them. To burn time. Flicking the kettle on, May made up two teas as she went. Almost choking on the drink as she sipped it, it felt like it was burning as it went down so she left it to cool and sat down.

If she could get to Maria, it'd be a good thing. She'd get more truth and a way to get Coulson the information he'd need without making direct contact. Maira had lots of ties, with Starks contacts as well. No doubt now if she needed to get out a situation, suicide was a way out. Though was it always going to be the same lake? Or just the same amount of water needed for her? People would assume she was a skinny dipper… it'd be better if that part of the lake was...secured at the least. Something she had to tell and discuss with Maria.

Her head turned as she heard her mother's feet. "It wasn't easy but… you have an opening to her." She stated, holding out an envelope to her. May nodded, taking it from her with a sigh.

"Thank..you…"

"Now, if you end up getting killed again, and I'm sure you know, I have a kit that's waiting. Clothes, a towel shoes, a phone and some money. If I get a text then I'll have another to drop off, now that you know...it may be a frequent thing."

"Mom.." May sighed though she had a point. That explained why there was a lot more if her clothes in the house

"Now, If you're going to go, then do so. As I said, you have a short window to intercept Maria." Her mom reminded, though May knew she was welcomed to stay, it was time to go if she was to get to Maria.

"Okay. I'll call you once...I've got a vague idea on..what I'm going to do."

"You plan to come back?" There was a surprise element in her mom's tone.

"If I'm always going to be back here if I die, then I might as...well come and go more frequently. I don't want to pick up notice...too much but I need some place to hide out that's not going to be on anyone's radar."

"Not If Coulson comes around here to tell me of your death." Her mom reminded, making her stiffen a little at the topic. May had told her mom who killed her, suffice to say, she was not impressed.

"We're both spies, I'll keep my stuff...contained to my old room, left like..a guest room." Which was always how she planned to leave it. Knowing she didn't need to say much else, May moved out; heading back to her bags. Picking up the set of keys she recognised, she then headed to the door while pulling up her hood and headed into the garage.

It had been a long drive down, 6 hours drive which included the tolls and the traffic. It had grown dark again, which work in her favour and May knew she was close to her window time frame. Her Mom's contacts did pay up on timings and Mara's location would be. It'd be close but enough time.

Leaving her stuff in the car, she parked up in a safe area then headed down, watching as she finally saw Maria exit. It wasn't hard to figure out the looks out, knocking the male walking behind her out, darting to the yeppy then the homeless guy, heading straight into the alley way, a hunch that Maria would come down.

She was right, though armed.

"Maria.." She rasped, as Maira spun around to face her, gun raised. "Time...we talked."

Hm...I'm not sure about this chapter atm. If I don't like it then I'll re-write it. It's just because it's been a couple weeks since i last posted then i'm putting this up now. Please leave a comment, very much appreciated XD