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

Beginning of the end (87)

"All right, what do we want?" Coulson asked. "There's a three-weel over there."
"Before we go getting stuff from the toy store... How did Sanchez come up with agent Borguez?" Tripp asked. Through binoculars, they could see a car with a riffle on the roof.
"Look at that," Coulson said. "And the answer on your question is very easy. He's her brother."
"Damn," Tripp answered. "That explains a lot."
"You bring a noisemaker?" Coulson asked.
"Sir, I bring the noise and the funk wherever I go."
He threw the device down the hill, where it started to make -how unexpected- some noise. A lot of noise.
The soldiers started to freak out, and Trip and Coulson went down, to find a hand full of head-less soldier bodies next to the cars.
"Now I see why he's family, sir," Tripp said. "They both have a thing for killing people."
"It better be, mate," Borguez' voice sounded from somewhere next to the road. When he came back up the road, he had a soldierbody under his arm, and broke the neck.
"It's my freaking job. Now, shall we?"
Coulson and Trip took the car, while Borguez took the motor. They bashed the gates open, while some soldiers started to shoot at them. With a simple rocket, they'd taken care of the problem.
Coulson and Trip took the car to the wall to blow a hole, while Borguez started to take other soldiers out. For someone like him.... It was like playing with toys in kindergarten.
When he was done with thirty soldiers, who all ended up without a head, he decided that Coulson and Trip could continue on their own, and decided to go inside, to find the piece of crap that was called John Garrett, and to wait on his sister.

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"Allright, we need to hurry," Fitz said. "We have to do this soon. There has to be enough oxygen-"
"To ignite, yes, I know," Simmons replied.
Because of Ward, they had ended up at the bottom of the ocean, and there was no one to help them.  So they had to do it theirselves. They had made an improvised bomb, to blow up the windows of the med-pod. Water would be rushing in; But they would be able to get out.
"Okay," Fitz said. He sighed. "Now, when I press this power-button-"
"The window will blow in, and water will rush inwards," Simmons said.
"Yes, which is gonna be like one-hundred punches to the stomach," Fitz explained. "Okay? The air is gonna be drown out of us."
He took an resuscitation mask.
"Well this is a resuscitation mask, but I've recked it to burst open under very high pressure. It should force a breath into your lungs, but you have to hold on to it, okay? Hold on tight. It should be enough to get you up to ninety feet or so."
"Well, there is enough for the two of us," Simmons said. But it wasn't very self-assured.
"Yeah, I've done the math," Fitz said. "That's why you're taking it. You're a better swimmer then oi."
"No! No-"
"Jemma-"
"No, I am not leaving you here, that is ridiculous, we need a new plan-"
"No, we're not discussing it, okay? You're taking it, end of story. I couldn't live if you didn't."
Sanchez knew that they were down here. Oh, she knew. Fitz knew that. But she had not come to save them. Fitz had asked himself a lot why she hadn't come. But now, he knew; It was meant to be. They were meant to be down here, so he could... He could tell Simmons the truth.
"What- I feel the same way, there has to be another way-"
"Take it-"
"Why would you make me do this, you're my best friend in the world!"
"Yeah, you're more then that Jemma," Fitz said. They were both silent for a while.
"But I couldn't find the courage to tell you. So, please. Let me show you."
Simmons started to cry, and hugged him.
"It's ok, Jemma," Fitz said.
"No, no!"
She pressed her kissess everywhere, but Fitz didn't seem to feel them.
"Jemma we have to hurry," he said.
"No! No!" She cried.
"Take it. Take it."
"NO! No!"
Fitz sighed. He pressed the button.
Simmons screamed.

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When Simmons woke up, she looked in two familiar faces.
"You're in decompression," Fury said. "You're on a jet, back to the Mainland."
"They told us you were dead."
"We're people, Jemma," Sanchez said. "We lie. That's what we do."
" Good they told you," Fury said. "We want word to get around on that."
"Fitz?!"
Simmons wanted to freak out, but Fury came closer to the decompresson chamber.
"Easy, easy."
"His heart is still beating, Jem," Sanchez said. "But it's barely I'm affraid."
"There's a full med-team with him, ' Fury told her. "You, you have to remain in this chamber, okay?"
Simmons nodded.
"His brain was without oxygen for a long time," Fury told her. "But you saved him."
"No, it was the other way around," Simmons answered. "How did you found us?"
"I'm affraid that's all because of Sanchez here," Fury said. "The girl was so mad she wasn't allowed to save the two of you immediately, she leaded us to your spot so we could do it. We didn't even need to look at that hand made beacon of yours, which was good thinking. We were looking for Coulson's right direction anyway."
"You were looking?"
"You might have anything what could lead us to them?"