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Skye's POV

It wasn't too long after I left to look for May and Coulson that I returned empty-handed. "I looked everywhere. No sign of them. And I can't even pick up on their vibrations. They're off the train," I explained.

Just then the train came to a halt. "What is—?", Jemma started just as Fitz exclaimed "The train stopped"

We were in the middle of nowhere. There was no stop in the schedule at this point in the journey. That could only mean one thing. My train of thought was interrupted by an engine sound from somewhere outside. Immediately, all three of us headed to the window closer to the sound. Using my sleeve I cleaned a small part of the dirty glass, enough for us to have a peek through, but not too large to get spotted.

As expected, we saw the security team transferring the black case to a vehicle. "They have the package" I heard Jemma whisper.

"What do we do?", it was Ft's turn to speak. I could already spot the anxiety leaking into his tone. "We're the only ones left"

I weighed the options in my head. We really couldn't let Quinn escape and we were on a time frame, the vehicle would take off soon. "Fitz" I called and immediately I had his full attention. Did you pack a tracker with you?", to which he nodded without even pausing. I then turned to Jemma. "If I give you guys two guns to protect yourselves, is there any way you'll stay here and wait for the others to find you while I follow the package?"

"Absolutely none. We're coming with" she said with conviction.

I let out a sigh, not that I was expecting anything else. I briefly looked over to the rocket scientist but he seemed to share the same idea. "Alright then, we need to be fast and quiet," I told them and they nodded.

Following the vehicle wasn't too hard, thankfully. While we almost lost it a couple of times, that thing was so loud vibrationally that it was as if it was screaming in my head. It led us to a mansion and we took cover behind some bushes. The package had already arrived, but I could feel several cars closing in fast.

"Stay low" I whispered to the others as we waited for the new guests to appear.

The cars pulled up next to each other and people started exiting them. Soon, the person of the hour appeared. "You were right. Cybertech led us to Quinn" Fitz said.

I, absentmindedly, nodded as I activated the tracker. I handed it back to Fitz and took out my extra gun handing it over to Jemma. "Skye," she said with a stern voice. "No".

Fitz caught up to what was happening quickly. "You want to go in? Are you crazy?", he whisper-yelled in his high-pitched voice.

"I am not crazy. I am a trained agent that will go in and do her job. We can't let Quinn get away" I told them. He was the best lead we had to find more about the side project I had with the pirate. "If Coulson were here he wouldn't let that happen" I added. "As the person in charge right now I am making this decision," I said with a stern voice so they knew I wasn't messing around.

While I could tell that Jemma was against this idea, she knew me well enough to realise that there was no changing my mind. "Fine, but we're helping out". She didn't even let me object before she addressed Fitz. "You can disable the cars," she told him, not even asking. He nodded either way. "I'm sure when you go in you'll attract attention, we can delay him from the outside so if he tries to escape you have some extra time to catch up"

There was no room in what she was suggesting and I gave in. But not before I took my Night-Night gun and handed it to her. "No buts" I pushed the pistol in her hands. "Fitz already has a gun and I am not leaving you two without both carrying one"

While she didn't like the idea at all, she accepted that this was the only way. "What about you?"

"Other than the knives I always carry with me?", I asked taking one blade out of my boot. It was a habit that I had taken up because of Natasha. "Don't worry. If I need a gun, I'll take one" I smirked at them and took off.

We had already wasted enough time as it was and I couldn't deal with them arguing with me anymore. I would have said that in worst case scenario I could shake things up a bit, but I had a feeling Jemma would argue. But, just in case, I took my gauntlets off my bag and wore them. This would come as a last resort but, the option was always open.

I hid my bag behind a tree as I rounded the large house. While there were guards almost everywhere, I found a nice spot to get in the house from. Very close to the ground there was a window, probably shedding light to a basement and outside of it, there was a singular guard.

The nature around the building was rather dense, so closing in undetected wasn't hard. As soon as the guy had his back on me I made my move. In seconds he was unconscious and I slowly dragged him over to where I was before, hiding his body. Patting his body down, I found his gun and took it. But as soon as I laid my eyes on the design I stopped.

This looked suspiciously similar to Fitz's Night-Night gun. I checked the calibers only to verify my suspicions. Yes, the bullets were Fitz's exact designs. Shit! I mentally cursed. The need to bring Quinn in just skyrocketed.

I checked the perimeter again and quickly run to the window. I wrapped my hand with my jacket and broke the glass as quietly as I possibly could. When I had my entrance point and didn't sense anyone coming towards this direction, I jumped into the dark room. Landing silently, I scanned the room. It was, indeed, looking like a basement of shorts. The strange part about it was that there was nothing in there. The cold room was completely empty.

Not dwelling on that, I moved to the wooden door and got ready. I closed my eyes and scanned the house. It seemed that other than the Cybertech security team, Quinn had brought a few of his own people with him. This was getting tricky.

While there might not have been anyone on the other side of the door, I knew that as soon as the first body fell, chaos would commence.

I knew that using my power needed to be a last resort and it would have been. At least when it came to using them against people. But since I had my gauntlets on, there would be no harm to creating an earthquake to throw people off balance, would there?

Kneeling, I placed my palm firmly on the ground and released my power. The building started shaking in an instant. I could sense people running around and I knew that this was my time to roll.

I opened the door and started making my way up the stairs. As soon as the first goon appeared he was shot down and lay unconscious on the floor.

As expected, that alerted people and I heard shouting next, Quinn being the one giving the orders. I quickly run up the stairs and threw the table there on the ground, taking cover behind it. Having my vibrational mind map helped a lot because as soon as their fire seized I made my move.

Running up to the first person as they recharged, I shot them and immediately moved to the next one.

I heard shots from the back, just as a few more people came in from there. A guy in front of me tried to land a punch but I was quicker. I grabbed his wrist and twisted, bringing his body around and between me and the fire coming from behind me. As soon as the bullets hit the man he became dead weight. The fact alone that they didn't even pause while firing at one of their own made me certain they all carried dendrotoxin weapons.

Despite the man I was holding falling into unconsciousness, I held my grip on him and used him as a shield while I fired at the three people across from me. I managed to get one of them before the other two took cover.

As soon as that happened I let the guy I was holding fall down and I run to the next room, just as more people came from a side door. The room, that appeared to be something between a library and a living room, thankfully had a couple of sofas in. I jumped behind one as bullets grazed the place where my body had just been.

Had it not been for the quake, I knew that the bullets would have been properly aimed at my head. These guys were good. And there were quite a few of them. I could hear them fill the room I was in, all of them have their guns trained at where I was hiding no doubt. It was five of them.

Really quickly I mentally assessed my options. Not that I had a lot. Even with the ground shaking, my rounds weren't enough for all of them.

My hand was rising towards my earring, about to activate my mask when Ian Quinn's voice filled the room. "Whatever it is you think you're doing, I wouldn't do it if I were you," he said as a couple of very familiar grunts followed his words. "Unless you want your friends to pay for it". I heard the safety of a gun being released. If I had any doubts about what was happening, Fitz's squeal and Jemma's whimper were enough to make me understand.

"Alright," I said, lifting my hands over the sofas back, gun loosely held to show that I meant no harm. I slowly started getting up, still in a 'harmless-looking' position so that nothing would be misinterpreted.

I looked at the people gathered in the room. The five goons had now become seven, the new additions standing behind FitzSimmons, and Quinn was there as well, gun pointing at Jemma.

As soon as I had fully stood, the industrialist nodded in my direction and four people moved my way, guns still trained at my head despite the shaking. As two of them grabbed me and the other two searched me and took my gun and knifes away, I eased the earthquake. The building wasn't the most stable and now that Jemma and Fitz were inside as well if the ceiling were to fall it would be so much harder for me to protect them.

When they had made sure I didn't have any more weapons on me the two people behind me pushed me to the ground and on my knees, as their hands remained on my shoulders. I could almost feel their guns trained on the back of my skull.

"Well, well, well… if it isn't Jane. Or maybe I should call you Skye?", he lifted an eyebrow at the identity reveal to see my reaction. After a dramatic pause when no-one said anything he resumed. "The Clairvoyant told me a few things about you. Imagine my surprise when he told me you are a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. I mean, man, you played me like a fool. He also told me to expect you" the glint in his eyes spoke volumes.

"Let them go, Quinn," I said. "It's me you want, isn't it?"

That smug smirk was still on his face as he motioned to some of his goons to bring something in the room and open it. It was the package. "Leave us. Prepare the cars" he said and everyone but the four people holding us in place and Quinn remained in the room.

He walked to the package and brought a gun out. One of the Night-Night guns. Fitz's eyes grew in size as he recognised the design. "I already have so many of these," he said and casually threw it back in the box. "And before you think of anything, they're all empty". Of course, they were. He wasn't stupid enough to bring so many loaded guns in the same room as S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. He slowly turned toward me. "Have you figured it out yet?"

I slowly started spreading my vibrations through the ground and towards the enemies in the room. "This was all to get me here" I replied to his question. My powers reached all the four people who held us at gunpoint. I left Quinn on his own for now. I wanted him alive for sure, so when I started making my way, vibrationally, in the people as I had done with the Chitauri, I let Quinn out of the equation. "But why? Why go to all this length just to get me here?"

"'Cause you're a wild card and 'cause I have my orders. The Clairvoyant says hi" and the second he finished his sentence a loud *bang* was heard.

My powers reacted on instinct and the four people I had wrapped my vibrations within dropped to the floor. The room started shaking before I had even realised what had happened. I saw Quinn, who had dropped his gun at the showcase of my powers going to lift it again. Not caring about outing myself anymore, I lifted my hand, and send a strong wave his way, sending him flying towards the other end of the room and out of a window.

That was when the pain registered and suddenly I felt like my stomach was on fire. Jemma and Fitz were shaken out of the trance they were I when a moan escaped my lips. They were next to me in an instant.

There was a white noise in my ears, cancelling what was happening around me, that I hadn't realised before and FitzSimmons rumbling about brought me back to the present. "Help me up," I said. Thankfully neither argued about how we had to stop the bleeding and they knew that the best bet was for us to get back to the Bus. I could only hope that May and Coulson had seen our signal and were on their way. "Get me a gun" I grunt to Jemma as Fitz helped me up.

Fuck, I could feel my strength leaving me quickly. The use of my powers was probably not helping, but I couldn't stop them, no matter how much I willed myself to. As soon as I was on my feet, Jemma handed me a gun and I grabbed it as firmly as I could, which wasn't too much if I were being honest.

I could make out Jemma's worried muttering and Fitz's grunts as we made our way through the mansion and towards the front door.

I hadn't realised my head had fallen on my chest until Fitz froze next to me and I had to lift it to see a guy in black blocking the exit and pointing his gun at us. I was about to press the trigger when two loud *bangs* were heard and the man fell to the ground, May and Coulson appearing from behind him.

Seeing them, the last bit of strength I had put into holding the gun up left me and it cluttered to the floor. Jemma immediately came from my other side and took the rest of my weight. With the help of the science twins, and surely with May and Coulson coverings our backs I was rushed to the Bus that was parked right outside the tall building. When had they even arrived? Why had I not heard the engines?

It felt simultaneous like it took forever and no time at all by the time I found myself on the table in the Lab of the Bus. I saw a glimpse of May running away and I thought I felt the Bus taking off. Or that could have been my own vibrations going haywire. I was so tired I didn't know what was really happening.

My limbs were so heavy, and the pain in my stomach had dulled up to the point where I didn't feel it anymore. I felt the world go black and my eyelids start to close when a sharp voice called my name. It was Jemma's voice.

Suddenly, Jemma filled my vision. She was standing right over me, her hand on my face and her lips moving, forming words that I couldn't hear. I pushed myself to focus. "—ay awake. Okay? You need to stay awake for me" she said and I could see the tears running down her cheeks.

I wanted to lift my hand and grab hers, to tell her that it would be okay, but I couldn't. The pull was getting too strong and then my world went black once again and this time it stayed like that.