AN: Hi guys! I know its a few hours later than usual, but I managed to keep it in the same day this time. Please thank my Beta MegaDiary123 without whom I wouldn't have come so far. Thank you for keeping on reading this story.

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May's POV

I woke up with a searing pain going through my ribs. I tried to take a breath, but with the inhale the pain grew bigger and I couldn't prevent the hiss that escaped through my greeted teeth.

"Melinda, take it easy" I heard Maria's voice as she placed a hand on my shoulder, holding me in place and not allowing me to sit up. "How are you feeling?" She continued when I relaxed back to the bed that I was lying onto.

"Could be better" I answered. "My ribs hurt, but I'll live" I continued honestly because for some unknown reason Maria could always tell when I was lying. My eyes were now open as I was looking around the place. We were back to the safe house. "How is Skye?" My first and foremost concern at the moment was her.

Maria sighed and I snapped my eyes at her direction. This was not a good sing. "What happened?" I all but demand from my former trainee. My gaze steeled at her lack of instant reply and when I made a move to get up she seemed to regain some composure and pressed me back down on the mattress. I shot her a look full of anger for her inability to answer my question as well as trying to make me not leave the bed. Wanna try that again Hill? My eyes were asking her and the tone went across to the woman.

"What happened was that something went wrong with the plan. I should be asking you what happened. You were supposed to see the car coming, manoeuvre to avoid the crash, take cover and then let the agents capture both of you. But for some reason the car hit you full force and you never avoided it, resulting in both you and Skye getting injured in the process. So, should I ask what happened or are you not going to tell me anyway?"

One thought passed my mind during Maria's words. Shit. She was right, this was all my fault. I knew that I wouldn't really get to talk with Skye and the initial plan was for Maria to drive her back while we planned the whole scheme, however I really needed to talk to her and I took Maria's place in the SUV.

"Is Skye okay?" I asked in return, never answering the question that I got from the younger agent. And she had spent long enough time with me as her S.O. to know that I wasn't going to answer unless I wanted to.

All she could do was release a breath and sit back on her chair as she allowed me to slowly sit up. My right hand went automatically to my aching left side as I positioned myself better on the pillow that I was previously lying my head on. "Skye is fine, all things considered" I heard her voice as she gave me a computer that was previously sitting on the night table. "She has a wound on the right side of her face and some bruises here and there. Before you ask, it is nothing serious, both of you were really lucky".

I saw Skye tied up in a chair, with agent O'Brien across from her. "She just woke up a few moments ago but given the training exercise we couldn't give her any medical attention, and neither to you if you haven't figured out as much yet" Maria kept talking but I zoned out her words as I focused on the girl that I had as a daughter.

Thinking that the cause for Skye's pain was nothing else other than my fault didn't really help. "Is she in the basement?" I finally got the question out, though I already knew the answer.

"Yeah, we had the room prepared for the interrogation" we watched as O'Brien got up and left Skye alone in the room. "She will be fine Melinda, you know that this girl is as tough as nails".

"Look who is up!" O'Brien's voice echoed through the room as he opened the door to the room. "Really sorry for the accident May. I didn't mean to hit you and your girl so hard" he said as he passed me a glass of water and only then did I realise how dry my throat was. I waved him off, meaning that there were no hard feelings. "How are you holding up?".

"Great. Haven't been better" I said in a rush, an almost automated answer for when people asked me about my health. I never wanted to burden them with my injuries. "When will I go down?" I asked in return. Anxious about my role in the whole play.

The man eyed me carefully. "I will leave Skye alone for a couple more hours. She was pretty shaken up with the head injury, nothing too serious I assure you. But I am guessing she will be really tired and will doze off sooner than later, this is when I'll go down again. We have to be convincing, don't we?" I slowly got up and stretched to see how painful it would be to move around. Or to be tied up in a chair across from Skye in the hours to come. "Then after showing her a few of my 'information extracting' tactics, I will introduce you to the picture. Sorry in advance for what it is to come".

I focused back on the computer screen where Skye was sitting on the chair, seemingly lost in her own mind and I was wondering what kind of thoughts were running through her head at the moment.

Skye's POV

I must have dozed off because in one moment I was thinking hard about what went wrong with my coding and in the next I wake up from a bucket of water being thrown directly to my face. I looked around frankly, in an attempt to get my bearings back together and realise what had just happened.

"I think I gave you quite enough alone time, don't you agree?" O'Brien stated as he placed the, now empty, bucket of water on the ground. "It's time for you to answer my questions" he said and for some reason his tone seemed much more different than it did before. It was somehow more determined and I realised that this was when the 'party' was about to begin.

"Where is the weapon?" He was now in front of me.

I had two choices in that situation. Be silent, or react somehow to what he was saying. I chose the latter and without putting much though behind the action, I spitted in his face. "You are delusional if you think you are gonna take any information from me" I told him with the most serious voice that I could master at the moment while he was cleaning his face up.

"I was hoping you were gonna say that" and with that I got what must have been one of his most full-force punches that he could possible give.

The hit was so hard that I was left disoriented and in immense pain for a very long time. My head was throbbing and my eyes were shut because whenever I opened them the world would spin around too much for my liking. I faintly heard the sound of a knife and felt the ropes that held me to the chair being cut. I tried my best to attack or at least defend myself for what I was thinking was gonna be one hell of a beat up, but all I managed was to get thrown on the hard floor. As I was lying there, I tried to pick myself up and managed to get as far as I could on my hands and knees but I didn't have the time to celebrate my achievement, as it was immediately followed by a hard kick on my ribs that made me roll a few times and left me breathless.

As I was trying to catch my breath my hands were tied in front of me, in a metal chain this time, and were secured to a hook. I saw my captor leave from my field of vision and tried to get up only for a machine's sound to fill the room and me being yanked on my feet and off the floor.

Where the hell did this machine even come from? I cursed internally as the whole hook-hanging-off-the-ceiling situation had escaped my assessment of the room in my initial scan and I wasn't prepared for something like that.

"Did you rethink you last statement?" He questioned clearly enjoying the whole situation. Where did that psychopath even come from? Though he should be a psychopath considering that he stole an 0-8-4 from S.H.I.E.L.D. and tried to get away with it.

Focus! I scolded myself. I had to focus at the moment and not let my mind wonder around and start doing its usual speculations and just run wild. There were matters that needed to be taken care off of more importance.

He took my silence as an answer and he started his workout/torture. I wasn't sure which of the two he considered he was doing since he was using my ribs mainly, but the rest of my body wasn't left unscratched, as a punching bag. Though he did leave the head alone for most of the time his fists came my way. But I guessed this was because he didn't want me to pass out so soon, but from how he was going I wasn't sure that this desire of his would last for very long.

Despite the pain that I was in, I was proud of myself that I hadn't said anything in the minutes or hours, truly I had lost track of time, that he was continuing asking questions about the location of the weapon. At some point he changed and started asking general info about S.H.I.E.L.D. and I wasn't sure whether his true propose was to find out where we stored the weapon or if he wanted intel about the organisation that I was gonna work for one day. The things closer to words that I got out was the grunts that couldn't help but escaped my lips without my permission.

My head was slummed to my chest and my fingers grew numb for the amount of time that they were left hanging over my head. Actually, my whole body was pretty much numb itself and I had stopped registering the increasing amount of hits that it was receiving.

I could faintly hear him say something in the lines of 'change of tactics' before I heard the door of the room close. I was coming in and out of consciousness and knew that this wasn't a really good sign for the state I was in. It must have been in one of the moments when I was out of it when a second bucket of water was thrown on me, startling me and I was hanging centimetres above the ground and my feet subconsciously made an attempt to kick O'Brien but with the lack of ground to support her it must have been pretty pathetic.

"Careful, she kicks!" I could hear his stupid laugh echo through the small place as I locked my eyes with his. "I'm glad I haven't broken you yet kiddo, because trust me, I will" he moved aside and only then did I realise that I wasn't alone in the room with him anymore.

No, he had brought May with him this time and she was tied up and knocked out in the chair that I was occupying before I found myself hovering over the ground.