AN: Hey y'all! How is everyone? Sorry for the delay, my recent chapters are bigger than normal and they are taking me a while to finish. Please, bear with the changes in the schedule before I managed to get things under control. As always, many thanks to MegaDiary123 for helping out proofing the chapter, and many thanks to you all for the continuous support. Until next time...

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Coulson's POV

We left the Bus at the local base, and three sets of cars set out for the city. One with FitzSimmons, as well as agent Davis, who were heading to StatiCorp to gather info, another with agents Morse and Ward and a third one with…

"Do I even need to say anything?", May's stoic profile seemed unmoved as she drove. Her voice a deadpan that I hadn't heard in quite a while.

"If you want to, you are welcome to", I said looking forward to the open road, trying to not shift in my seat from the tension on the air.

She inclined her head ever so slightly in my direction, her eyes taken off the road for just a moment, before she resumed her previous position. Her grip on the steering wheel, while not too firm, was still gripping. I was waiting… but she said nothing.

"You know she hasn't called me Phil once?" I broke the silence that was becoming too heavy for me. I never stood well in it, I preferred noise. So much unlike May who seemed to only listen those days.

But no, that was wrong. She used to be like that. Until Skye came back in our lives. And while she was not as a chatty person as she used to be, she was improving on that aspect. By miles. "She only calls me sir, or Coulson", I continued. "But never once Phil. I mean, I understand why she did it before—" I stopped short, my mind flashing momentarily to the things that I saw when I was in the machine that Raina put me in.

I shook my head. "Before", I simply repeated. "But she knows that I know her, that I knew her. I thought, maybe, after everything, things would go a bit more back to normal. I would be AC, or at least Phil, but… there seems to be a gap between us that wasn't there before"

A pause, before, "Have you talked to her about it?" I didn't get the chance to reply before she scoffed, and my head snapped to her direction. Did Melinda May just scoff? "Of course you haven't"

I felt my mouth open and close but no sound came out. "Excuse you, and why would you be so sure that I have not?"

She lifted an eyebrow at me. All but saying, "Seriously?"

"That obvious, huh?", I sunk further into the seat.

"You wouldn't be asking me if you knew the answer, that's for sure. Cause we both know it's a thing that I would notice. So it only leads me to believe that you are trying to fish for information", she took a right as we closed in on the town.

I perked up at that, because it was as close to a confirmation as I would get. "So you do know"

"I do", she affirmed. "But this is between the two of you, and she has trusted me with the information. You will need to talk to her about it if you want any answers".

I sighed, resigned. "You're right", I told her. "It's not right going behind her back about something like this. Please, don't mention anything to her".

As May closed in on our destination, a blanket of silence was laid on the car, but not an uncomfortable one. She parked and I made a move to exit, but the door was locked. I felt my eyebrows pinch before I turned to May, finding her looking straight ahead to the crowd and to where Hannah was at her porch with a police officer.

Her next words, though quiet, held kindness and deep care. "You keep saying you know her, and she wants to believe you were the same person before…", her eyes drifted towards my chest, just for a couple of seconds, before her gaze lifted to meet mine. "I find it pointless to keep pretending that's the case. You both have changed, and holding onto the past so hard… it might be the issue here".

As it turns out, getting Ms. Hutchins to come with us ended up with May having to tranquillise her. Both for her safety as well as the safety of the people of the town, when she threw a police car towards the growing crowd.

Now, she was in the Cage sleeping, waiting for the dendrotoxin to run its course and flush from her system. Everyone but the science twins were gathered in the Command Centre, looking at the liv feed. Skye was the last to join and she kept close to the door, keeping quiet and not attracting attention.

"Fitz added magnetic shielding to the cage", I started. "If miss Hutchins has this power, then that room should keep it from getting out. But in there?", I pointed at the screen. "She'll be just as dangerous"

"How is she?", May asked from the side. Her eyes trained on the woman laying on the mattress.

I wish I could tell what was happening in her brain. Movement on the edge of my vision caught my attention, and I turned to see Skye looking away, her eyes darting around the empty space of the plane's 'living room'. "She'll be awake soon. Scared… in a strange room. Our next interaction with her is crucial to gaining her trust with us. Which is why I want you there, Skye"

Her head snapped in my direction, shock clearly reflected in her eyes for just a second. By the time the rest turned their attention to her, she had scolded her expression back to the neutral mask that she normally wore. She didn't speak, but I could see the question on the tip of her tongue.

"Agent Morse", I called out and turned to look at her. "You're good at reading people. What's your evaluation of our new guest?"

Bobbi took a moment to reply, gathering her thoughts. "At the end of our interaction with her, she seemed reluctant to admit that she was the one with these powers, she might be in denial. But I don't think she wanted to hurt anyone, she might have been acting in a subconscious level, her powers protecting her from the potential danger even if she was trying to suppress that feeling", she then turned to look at Skye. "Since, as Jemma and yourself pointed out earlier, you share the experience of getting powers with her, I think you can form a connection that she will accept"

I wanted to smile, but I didn't let it. "Sorry to pitch in, but what if it actually has the opposite result? What if she feels threatened and instead of calming her down, it makes her more agitated?" Ward asked from the side.

I opened my mouth to reply, but May spoke before I got the chance. "Agitated how?"

He leaned onto the table, grip tight on its edge. "If she is to trust us, Skye will have to explain the situation, correct? The situation of the Fridge and the Index. What if she sees Skye as a threat, someone to put her down if she does something wrong, and in the midst's of high emotions acts out?" He stood back up and turned to Bobbi. "You said she might have been acting subconsciously, if she has those powers. That they are trying to protect her. What if that part of hers sees Skye as a threat and they are locked in this tight space together?"

I looked between Ward and Skye. This was new. Ward seemed almost… scared would not be the right word. Neither would be caring. Emotional, emotional would be better. And it was not a side that he showed, ever. What was going on?

"I can take care of myself, Ward. If she starts showing any signs of unease, stress or anything out of the ordinary, I know what to do. But the best would be to talk her through those emotions to calm her down"

Ward shook his head. "If you end up using your powers, it might drop us from the sky. Or have I not understood it correctly?"

"I have refrained from using them while on the Bus", Skye answered after a moment. "But do remember I was keeping a low profile. I have been using them in low interval throughout my whole stay here and nothing has happened. I know my limits, and I am fairly well with the limits of the Bus. Have some trust in me", her voice adopted a mellow hint to it at the end.

May took a step forward, physically putting herself in this conversation. "If it makes you feel better, I will be in the cockpit, you can join me. If anything were to happen that will endanger our ability to fly, we will be ready" she nodded to Skye and then to Ward.

"All three of you can have comms on", Bobbi chimed in. "That way there is no delay in relaying information in case of an emergency. Agent Coulson and I can watch from here, and you guys can be ready to land if it comes to that".

That seemed to make some of Ward's tension melt away, even though he was still pretty rigid. With a nod, he left and started making his way to the cockpit. May, with a nod of her own, followed on his steps, leaving Skye, Bobbi and myself alone.

I turned to see Skye, to see her once again, looking into nothing in particular. But her focus remained there, irises flying left and right, in an almost half-hazard way. "Skye?", I heard Bobbi call, beating me to it. "Are you okay?"

Even though her eyes lingered for a moment, they then followed the direction of her head as she turned to look at us. "Yeah, yeah, I'm good. I just…" she trailed off, her eyes travelling to the empty space once more. "There's something". My eyes travelled downwards, looking at her hands as her fingers kept twitching, unrested. She shook her head, and turned towards us once more, an easy smile on her face. "It's probably nothing, might just be nerves. Or Hannah's powers", she nodded towards the CCTV feed.

"What do you feel?", I asked, picking up that it was more something to do with her powers than an instinct.

"I'm not sure", her head turned to the side, as her eyes indicated that she was not fully paying attention to what was happening in the room. "It's almost like a soft vibrational movement around the Bus. If she is telekinetic it would make sense"

It was Bobbi's turn to frown. "But she is asleep. Plus, agent Coulson said that Fitz was supposed to have made it so that her powers remain within the Cage, right?". I agreed non-verbally as she turned towards me.

"Asleep doesn't necessarily stop powers, not if hers are anything like mine", Skye reasoned. "As for the Cage, I have no explanation. It could be that her powers linger to places she has been or passed through? But Fitz-Simmons would be better at creating theories and trying to figure it out" her hand found its way on the back of her neck, as she chuckled self-consciously. "Anyway, it feels like she is bound to wake up soon, her heart rate is changing. I'll make my way there", she saluted playfully and quickly left.

We watched as Skye easily made her way in the Cage, bringing a water bottle with her, as Ms. Hutchins started coming to.

I observed as Skye interacted with the distraught woman. Who, as it turns out believed that it was God punishing her, and not some power that she had collected during the explosion.

"You are a natural at this", I told her when we met in my office after she had finished.

She stopped halfway through her explanation of her thoughts on the whole situation. Confusion clear on her face. "Natural with what?"

"Helping people, making them open up. You gained her trust" I explained. "Now we continue to monitor, see if the tragedy was actually what gave her the powers or not. If it wasn't her fault, even better, but until then she is a danger to us all"

I saw Skye's fists tighten by her side before relaxing not but a minute later. "She's nice, overly nice. You asked for a background check, here's what I've got. She never misses a birthday post to her friends, runs the youth program at her church, rescues dogs. She is not a safety inspector just because of her detail-oriented nature—"

"But because she genuinely cares", I finished as I was reading over what she had gathered before we brought her in.

"Exactly. Powers or not, she is devastated by all of the destruction. And I didn't pick up on anything when I was in there with her" she continued. "Her blood pressure, heart rate, any vibrational signatures that I could get from her were within normal rates. Apart from the distress, she felt 100% human"

"What about the vibrational prints you have been observing since she got here?" I asked.

She shook her head. "I am not sure" she said as she closed in and picked the tablet, changing it to the CCTV of the bus, at the camera that was monitoring the door of the cage. Her brows furrowed as she looked at the empty space there. "I didn't sense anything coming out of her specifically when we were in there together. There was still some weird… vibrational indications around the Bus, but nothing in the cage". She continued shifting between the different feeds, almost looking for something.

Everything seemed normal to me. "What are you looking for?", I asked when she remained silent too long for my liking.

With a sigh she lifted a hand to rub at her eyes. The dark circles underneath became even darker from her movement. "The way I imagine it, is if she were to be telekinetic she would have to somehow manipulate the space around an item to make it move. Or when she would do the action, have some of her own vibrations change" she explained. "But she has been normal throughout it her whole stay here", frustration bled into her voice. "I have been keeping tabs on her since she got in, and there is nothing different with her. But changes have not stopped". She flicked through the different cameras and showed me the exterior of the Cage. "There were vibrations, right there, on the outside, almost like a banging. But nothing is there, when there should be. Nothing moves around or changes without any vibrational shift. This makes no sense"

"And you don't think this is Hannah's doing? What if she was trying to escape and was channeling powers from the outside?"

She shook her head. "I talked with Bobbi before coming here and she had asked FitzSimmons. They don't have any new theories yet. Plus, she is distraught. And she thinks she's being haunted by demons. What if she is not as crazy as people think? What if the explosion accidentally tapped into something? It wouldn't be the first time someone opened in through a portal to… someplace, any place, and something came through?"

This would be unfortunate. " Delusions of being persecuted aren't uncommon after trauma" I tried but it sounded weak even to my own ears. "Maybe this is simply—"

A scream cut me short.

Simmons' scream.

Before I even had the time to process what was going on Skye had all but flown out of my office. I ran behind her, going to the lab to see the holotable destroyed, Bobbi and Skye already there. "Sir", she said the moment she saw me. "Hannah's telling the truth. She's not telekinetic. There's someone else on this plane"

Suddenly, the power got off, darkness spilling into the room. The emergency lights turned on, as people looked left and right, breaking themselves from the turbulence that wracked through the aircraft.

"What was that?", Simmons asked, moving quickly by Skye's side, holding onto her.

"Plane's lost power", Skye replied. "We're going down", her eyes flew to the woman next to her. "Go and strap in, I'll go to the Cage to protect Hannah, she doesn't know what to do", and she pushed her towards the seats on the cargo hold before disappearing upstairs.

Ward's POV

The plane crashed, but with May we managed to land the best that we could given the circumstances.

"The systems are dead", she said as she tried to flip to different screens on the cockpit. "Let's see how the other are", her face set on a grim expression. I let her go first, and took my phone out as soon as she was out of sight. After making sure she wasn't coming back, I sent an update.

- Plane's down for the count -

- Power off -

- Location unknown, away from civilisation. Were on route to the Fridge -

With that , I turned it back off, and hid it in one of my many pockets. Running a bit, I caught up with the others before they questioned my delay.

Jemma's POV

We all gathered at the Command Center, Hannah still in the Cage for her own protection. Skye had gone to the cockpit to make sure to redirect most of the energy there so that it remained shielded. "Our ear comms are usually relayed through the lane, so here's some hardware", agent Coulson said as he handed around some walkie-talkies.

Everyone was adjusting the frequency, when Ward spoke up. "Did the girl do that to us, sir?"

"We believe she is the victim here. Our theories about her powers have been disproved", his eyes rose and he nodded at Skye who walked in at that moment, Bobbi handing her another walkie talkie.

"I know it will sound… crazy, but I saw a ghost", I continued. "A man attacked me, and then disappeared. Just dematerialised"

May's face was as serious as it ever was. "Did you get a good look at him?". I shook my head, lips pushed together. Bobbi placed a hand on my shoulder as a comfort.

Coulson called for the attention to return to him. "This man, whoever he is, has been tormenting miss Hutchins. The Cage might be the only thing protecting her now. Skye, since you can partially sense him, I want you to try and track him down. Maybe, if he uses frequencies to materialise, you can stop him from disappearing". She nodded and took off. "I'll head upstairs, activate the emergency transceiver, and radio H.Q. Ward, take a firearm. Escort Fitz-Simmons downstairs, assess the damage, get us up and running. Bobbi, stay by the Cage door to protect miss Hutchins. May, head to see if you can find out how he cut the power down keep an eye out for anything out of place".

Without waiting around, we all split to do what we had. It took a bit, but as soon as May found the problem, we had a direction and went there straight away.

As we headed there, Ward on our trail with his gun at the ready, Fitz and I started looking around to figure out what to do and how to bring this around. "Are we seriously talking about a ghost?", Fitz broke the silence as his hands were moving around the hardwiring of the airplane.

"Well, ghost is probably not the proper word to use. He thinks it's hell, but I think it's an alien world. Fitz, it's fascinating" within the chaos that was happening I had to use something to ground my rapidly moving brain.

He nodded, attention at what his hands were doing. "Well, there were reports in London after the spaceship landed of multiple portals opening, Thor passing between worlds" he agreed.

Ward piped in, "You think that's what they were researching at that lab?"

I nodded. "Trying to create another portal, yes". Fitz finished the rest of my thoughts, "Failing, until a malfunction produced a burst of energy".

"Which one of you geniuses would like to be the one to tell Skye that they were trying to make a portal?", Ward said, before I had the chance to supply a comment I had about our ghost, and ghosts in general. I stopped sort on what I was doing, to look at him scanning the area around. "Cause from what I understand she isn't a big fan of them, and I won't be the one to break the news to her, no thank you" he shook his head.

I opened my mouth to reply but a groan of the airplane, almost like turbulence made me stop. Fitz also stopped, looking towards the end of the dark corridor, the tiniest bit of a squeal escaping him.

"Get to work, now", Ward gritted out, gun trailed at the corridor, as he started slowly walking checking the area around.

The quiet was disturbed by another shake, the plane groaning. Then, out of nothing, the guy materialised behind Ward punching him on the face. Before Ward managed to hit him back, he disappeared, appearing behind him once more, hitting the hand was that was holding the gun, with a wrench on his hand, throwing it to the floor.

Dematerialising and materialising again, he started dancing around Ward, kicking him on the knee, dropping him to the floor, punching him on the face once more, before suddenly he disappeared and didn't come back.

We were standing there, breath held, waiting for him to come back, when out of nowhere Skye appeared, she didn't even make a sound. "Shit", she grunted. "Motherfucker won't stay in one place long enough for me to grab. Seems like he can sense my vibrations even if I try to hide them". She picked the gun from the floor, and gave it back to Ward, helping him up. "You guys okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, we're good", Ward groaned.

"He's passing through worlds, I think. Like he can access a portal, allowing him to go back and forth", Fitz added quickly.

Skye cursed lowly. "Fucking portals", she shook her head as she looked up to Fitz and myself. "Is there any way that the whole thing weakens him? Ever since I tuned in on him, it seems like his vibrations are getting harder and harder to pick up, like he's slowly disappearing"

"It's very possible. Maybe all we have to do is wait", I supplied.

Ward cut in, "Go after him, stop wasting time"

She made eye contact with me, a silent question in her gaze, and I nodded, mouthing, "Go".

With a nod she left us again. Running without making any noise she disappeared around the corner. "Was it just me, or was this guy holding a wrench?", Ward asked, shaking the hand that was hit from the equipment. "He's travelling between alien worlds with a wrench?"

Fitz had turned back to the destroyed system, trying to figure a way to make something, anything work. "Must have been in his hand when the blast hit", he suggested, more like rambling.

I felt Ward pause more than saw him. "It wouldn't be the kind of wrench you would use to loosen a coupling, would it?"

Fitz's hands stopped moving as he turned back to Ward, connection made. Footsteps were heard coming this way, and Ward trained his gun in that direction, only for Bobbi to come around the corner. I found myself letting out a breath, relaxing slightly. "Skye said you guys might need some help. He seems to be after her, but since he can't get in, he's wrecking havoc"

"But if you are here, then who is manning the Cage?", Ward asked.

"Skye is. She sent May to help out Coulson who seemed to be locked in his own office. How is the situation here, anything you can salvage?", she asked over her shoulder.

Fitz shook his head. "Not really, he really did a number here, there is not a lot I can do unless I manage to get my hands on equipment that I don't have here, and the idea would be to go to a base, but since we canno—"

"Ward, Bobbi, anyone copying?", May's voice came through the walkie-talkie on the floor.

"We are copying, May", Ward replied.

"Is Skye with you?", she asked and for some reason I felt dread fill me up.

"No, she was supposed to be by the Cage, what happened?"

"She's not here, and Hannah isn't either. I can't get a hold of her"

By the time we made it to the barn that Skye had taken Hannah, we saw her standing by Hannah's side, the man kneeling in front of them, his form flickering. Skye's hair was a bit raffled, but she looked okay, and I managed to breathe with more ease. "You can't undo what's been done", we heard her say. Fitz behind me was ready to send in the modified dwarves to send his away for good. May put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

"But trying to hold on to this life, clinging to the person you thought you could be, that's hell" Skye continued, looking at him. "And you're dragging her down with you. You have to let go before my people come and make you do it", she lifted her eyes briefly to make eye contact with us, before her gaze turned back towards him. "If you care about her, and I know you do, let her go. Let Hannah go, Tobias. Let her go" she repeated.

Then his form started slowly shining, before he started disappearing. The silent hang on the air for a few seconds after he disappeared, as she turned to Hannah. "Are you okay?"

Hannah hugged her tightly.

I waited patiently until the hug was done before I started moving forwards. Skye started pushing Hannah towards us, but with the shock and everything, she was sticking close to Skye. I let my eyes speak, making sure she was okay.

She smiled, genuinely, and gave me a nod.

We all started making our way back to the Bus, when we heard the sound of a jet engine. Looking up at the dark sky, I saw the silhouette of what could only be a Quinjet. "Ah, sir, I thought you didn't manage to contact HQ", I said to Coulson, with a relieved smile. Something good did happen in the end.

There was confusion on Coulson's face. Expression tight. "I didn't"

Just as he said that, a figure dropped from the sky, landing on one knee between us and the airplane. He slowly lifted his head.

His long dark hair flowing with the wind, as his face was covered in a black mask and goggles. His clothes, equally dark as he stood up.

A shiver run down my spine.

"Go back to the barn, now", Skye said— no, commanded.

Her attention was at the person in front of her, touching the bracelets, I saw the gauntlets materialise on her arms, the mask doing the same around her face. "Identify yourself" she spoke loudly enough for the stranger to hear her.

I stop there frozen, when May grabbed me from the arm and pushed me back. "In the barn", her voice was stern.

I rushed back, taking Hannah with me, as we created some distance from whatever was about to happen. Worry rose within me, as I looked back over my shoulder. Skye was in a full-out hand-to-hand combat with this guy, using her powers to push him back, while he jumped around her waves like they were nothing. Bobbi and May had their guns trained on him, firing at any chance they had, using any tree or terrain to hide and move around without being spotted.

"We can't just leave them there" I said, my voice trembling as soon as the door of the barn was closed, a piece of wood placed on the door to hold it closed. Ward and Coulson had their guns trained at the door, as the sounds of battle kept coming from outside.

"Any idea who the hostile is?" Coulson asked.

"No idea, sir", Ward answered, who for all his bravado I could tell he was shaken up.

I took my phone out. Hands trembling, as I called the only number that I could right now. I felt my heart on my throat in the waiting.

Please pick up, I mentally begged as I jumped from the sound of gunshots firing not too far away. Please, please, please, please, pleas—

"Hello?", the groggy voice came through.

Shit, it was the middle of the night. "I'm sorry, I know it's late, and I'm sorry to have woken you up, but we really need your help right now", I started rambling

Coulson turned back to me, "Simmons, what are you going?"

"Hey, hey, Jemma I need you to slow down for me" I heard in a voice that was now more alert and awake. "What's going on, where are you?"

"We're a few hours away from Batesville, Tee should be up" I managed to get out.

"Who are you talking to?", Ward asked. Fitz was looking at me with so many questions, and Coulson had a hard look on his face.

I heard ruffling and some background noise of things moving. "Okay, Jemma, Tony is on his way. I need you to stay calm for me, okay? Tell me what's going on", Pepper said in a motherly voice.

"Okay, okay, I can do that. We had this mission, that I can't really tell you anything about, because classified and everything", I said as I was looking at Coulson. "But long-story sort we crashed because we had a ghost on our plane. Well, not a ghost, but let's leave it there for now. So, we crashed an—"

Suddenly a part of the roof came crashing down, as another man dropped from the sky landed right behind us. I turned sharply around, pushing Hannah behind me, as I backed off. Coulson and Ward moved around and in front of us as they started firing in his direction, only for the bullets to do nothing but ricochet off of him.

As he stood up I saw a familiar, albeit somewhat different face. "Mike?" Coulson said as he came to the same conclusion.

Mike Peterson stood there, face half burned and a completely prosthetic cybernetic leg as he started making his way to us. Ward went to meet him half way, throwing a punch after seeing how his gun was useless against him, but Mike quite easily grabbed onto his fist and punched him hard in the chest, making him fly and crash on one of the walls, going down hard.

"Jemma, Jemma what is happening? Talk to me", I could barely hear Pepper on the phone as it fell from my fingers to the floor.

"Mister Peterson, you don't have to do this", Coulson said standing in from of him, gun still trained at his face. I reached down to grab the gun that had fallen off of Ward, running with Fitz and Hannah to hide behind some boxes.

"I do" Mike replied in an emotionless voice, as he grabbed Coulson by the neck before he had the chance to fire again, lifting him up easily and throwing him to the side.

As we were hiding there, I tried to remember everything that May and Bobbi had taught me.

I mouthed to Fitz to move further in and Mike was starting to close in on us. Maybe if we could hide long enough any of the others would find us, or maybe… my eyes landed to a partially open back door.

"We need to make a run for it" I whispered.

"Are you crazy?" Fitz's voice rose 3 octaves. "We won't even make it out the door"

"And how long do you think we'll last staying here? We need to try and go around to the others" I replied. I couldn't hear Mike anymore. Before we got the chance to even move, a hand broke through the wooden surface on my back, grabbing the back of my neck, pushing me to the ground.

Hannah screamed and run off, while Fitz seemed torn on what to do, grabbing his tablet and redirecting all the dwarves to come in.

They flew over Mike's head, distracting him enough for me to get up and grab the gun, and with unsteady hands fire at Mike as we were backing away. Mike who was getting agitated more than anything by the flying drones, as he started grabbing them and smashing them.

By the time he was done, Coulson who had gotten up at some time, came from behind us, supporting a semi conscious Ward and motioned for us to leave quickly. I passed him the gun and went on the other side of the dazed agent to help out.

We stumbled our way out, trying to move round the building as fast as possible, since Mike was blocking the normal way out. By the time we made it there, the closed doors of the barn practically exploded outwards from Mike's kick. We had to duck to not get hit by the shrapnel.

Even from this distance I could tell that the sound distracted Skye for a second, a fist landed on the side of her face, bringing her to her knees. She recovered quickly though and was back on her feet in no time.

My attention turned to Mike who was closing in on us. "Split", Coulson ordered, taking Ward with him and hiding him behind a trunk and he ducked away. He lifted his hand and started firing in Mike's direction who was making his way towards Fitz's and mine's position.

"Enough games", I heard him say, as I tried to run away but he sped up and he grabbed me before I managed to escape. His hand wrapped around my neck and he lifted me off the ground as he squeezed. "I'm sorry Jemma, but I have my orders", he said through tight lips.

"Mike", I managed to barely get out. My breath catching on my throat where he was holding me up. "Please", I was holding onto his forearm, trying to break the hold but his fingers were not bulging.

Then I felt something press onto my stomach before my ears started ringing. Pain exploded from the area as a gunshot was rang. I felt bile rise on my throat and I coughed, the taste of iron filling my mouth. As my vision started blackening out, I barely realised being thrown and colliding with someone.