Sometimes things are more magical than you know ~ Agents of SHIELD #wattys2015

Turn, turn, turn (76)

HAPPY SUMMER VACATION! author note; the song she is humming, is in the vid.

"Those three men in your unit... Guess they asked the wrong questions."
Garrett had gotten Coulson, Fitz, and May in handcuffs, while his Hydra puppets had pointed their weapons at them.
"Until today, it was all about keeping the secret."
"Are you going to kill us?" Fitz asked.
"That wasn't my plan really," Garrett replied. He sighed.
"If it was, I could have done it every time I wanted. No, Coulson and I go a way back, back to the days that Fury was teaching us tactics. Clearing corners, slicing the pie. Remember, Phil?"
"Fury would bury you for this," Coulson hissed. Garret did not seemed to care.
"Probably," he replied sarcasticly. "Instead, he'll just have to roll over in his grave. He must have uncovered our secret. Top bras did what they had to do. Explains why we suddenly 'come out of the shadows.' Not a minory convienence I might have had."
"Top brass?" May asked.
"Oh my yes. Tip top. We had a good thing going to, waving the SHIELD flag as hard as we could. I guess we will be changing colors now."
"For Hydra? You really believe all that crap?" Coulson asked. "Spreading death and destruction?"
"I wouldn't say I'm a true believer," Garrett murmled. "Let's just say I felt the wind changing direction, and I swamped with it. You should do that too."
"I would die before serving Hydra, you sick son of a bitch," Coulson answered. Garrett had expected that answer.
"I hate to tell you, but you've been serving Hydra all along. I guess death is the only alternative. And that's a sad thing, I consider you a friend. I was happy when I heard you made it through."
"So happy you had me tortured for three days, to find out how they did it."
"I didn't enjoy that," Garrett answered. "Phil, this is me, being honest."
"No, John. This is you, being a psychopat."
Garret sighed, and went to May, who stood next to Coulson.
"I know you'd follow him into the grave," he said. "So..."
He made a fake sad face, and went to Fitz.
"As for you, agent Fitz. You'll hold a very high rank in our tech division, if you volunteer. If not, you'll have no rank, and a lot of pain. Acourse, either way, your services will be required."
"You're gonna suffer for what you've done," Fitz said. "And I... I'm planning to be a very big part of that."
Garret laughed.
"I like you, kid."
He turned to the Hydra soldiers.
"All right. Let them have it. But shoot that one in the knee caps."
Then, everything happend at the same moment.

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"Hands up! Drop your weapons!"
A strike team, this time a real SHIELD team, stormed in into the control room, accompanied by Agent Hand and Simmons, who stormed immediately in Fitz' direction, and she hugged him like she had never done before.
"I'm not Hydra!" Coulson said. A kind of explosion from a few minutes ago, had given them the chance to fight Garrett and his soldiers. Hand was just to late.
"We heard. Everything," she said. One of her men showed a mic to Coulson.
"Who is? How deep does this go?"
Hand gave no answer. But that was enough for Coulson.
"One of my men will bring your people to the command room," Hand said. "There is something you and I need to do first."
Fitzsimmons followed one of Hand her men, but May looked at Coulson with a slight suspicion.
"Go," he said. She followed Fitzsimmons, while Coulson followed agent Hand. They went into the direction of the hangar, where their plane was. A total distruction had been done to the hangar, obviously the work of Andromeda. Unfortunately... Something told him there was something very wrong.
"I don't know what her meaning was, but she created a enormous destruction. She scared a few Hydra soldiers almost to death, literally."
He could see her sit on the cargohold-ramp, and she... She was humming something. She was humming a certain song, and it terrified him.
"What is she doing?"
"That is what I wanted to ask you. When the explosion, caused by Ward and Skye happend, she calmed down on the cargohold-ramp, and started to hum this... I don't know what it is exctually."
"Well, me neither. But I am affraid it has something to do with her brother, though."
"The last one of my men who tried to talk to her, ended up on what is left of the hospital wing."
"You want me to talk to her."
"As a matter of fact, yes, I do want you to talk with her. If we aren't for the full one hundred procent sure that she is all right, she could blow the Hub to pieces."
"Yes, I-"
Something happend on the cargohold-ramp. A young man with black hair, black clothes, and a white skin had appeared.
"You know what to tell. Simmons will confirm. Until we meet again."
Dragon took the hand of his sister. Both of them disappeared into darkness.

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When Coulson returned to his people, Ward was busy going out of his mind. It was Obvious he was thrown apart by the news that his mentor and friend had betrayed all of them. Just was Tripplet.
Coulson tried to explain Ward the situation, but it was a lost cause.
"Simmons?"
"Yes Fitz?"
"Have you seen Andromeda, maybe? The last time we saw her, we were on the plane. I was wondering-"
"Fitz, she..."
Simmons sighed. Dear lord. How would Fitz react?
"I am affraid she is not coming back, Fitz. At least, for a long time."
Simmons told him everything what had happend, how she had witnessed Andromeda, eyes dark as hell, killing people, guilty and innocent, and had caused a destruction more worse then the destructon caused by the dark elves. His eyes filled themselves with tears, while Simmons embraced him.
"She... She... We didn't know she was going to-"
"Fitz, will you shut up? There is no point in blaming yourself of the others. She is a goddess, and we will never be on the same level as she is."

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"So, Andromeda won't be returning to us?" Skye asked.
"She is a goddess, shouldn't she be quick in recovering?"
"Skye, I am affraid that no god in the universe is as complicated as Andromeda. We won't know. We will never know," Coulson replied.
"That's... That's crap. So, what do we do now?"
"Try to refirm some of the hardware on the plane," Coulson ordered. "Fitzsimmons, get a crew together. Let them help to patch the holes."
Coulson went to the head of the plane, followed by May.
"You still want me on board?"
"You're not a friend. But I do believe you are an ally," Coulson said.
"Any word on Andromeda?"
"None. But I am sure we will meet again. Very soon. She Always knows to surprise us."
"That's true. What are we planning to go next?"
"Survive."