WARD POV
"Fitz, you idiot! We're stuck here because of you! It was your idea and it's all your fault!"
"You could've at least stopped and helped Jemma! And it was your choice to come with me in the first place!"
"You would've gotten killed! You can't even throw a punch let alone defend yourself!"
Thanks to Fitz, we are lost. We're lost in this hellhole.
"Ugh.... Can we just keep going?" Fitz sighed.
"God." I moaned.
"You know you would have done the same if Skye was the one unconscious," He said to me.
Huh, I guess Fitz knows me better than I think he does.
"Yeah..." I admit "I guess I-"
"HEY!" A loud voice echoes through the corridor.
"Someone's coming!" Fitz says.
"Hide!"
"Pfft, obviously-" Fitz was barely able to finish his sentence before I dragged him into a nearby closet.
"Hey! That hurt-"
"Fitz! Will you shut up for a minute?!" I whisper.
I put my ear to the door and listen.
"COME BACK HERE!" The same voice shouts.
We can hear someone running... getting closer... and closer...
BANG! a gunshot.
The closet door shakes, knocking me back, something hit it.... A body?
"Damn..." I whisper.
"Get them."
There was a new voice, a familiar voice. It was the voice of Agent Maria Hill.
"What do want with us?"
That was... wait a second... May?!
There was sounds of struggling. Grunts. Footsteps. Then silence.
They were gone.
"What was that?!" Fitz exclaims.
I step out and sigh.
"They got May, and maybe Coulson," I sighed.
