𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 || m. may & p. coulson

Give me a chance

A/N : After being thrown through a glass Melinda May is seriously injured, but the safety of her friends is more important to her. Takes place at the begginig of episode 3x17. Slow burn Philinda, May-Daisy friendship.

DISCLAIMER : Not mine, everything belongs to MCU.

''May, you can't even walk!"

''But I can still fly."

Melinda looked up to see the biochemist roll her eyes. Jemma knew that May was too stubborn to change her mind. Besides, the woman was right. They couldn't hide in this small cabin forever. They had to get out of here, quickly. They didn't have time to argue, they've already wasted too much of it.

Jemma sighed resignedly and nodded. Mack and Fitz approached May and grabbed her under her arms to help her rise from the floor. A silent moan escaped the brunette's lips when she stood up straight.

''Just, please, careful!" Simmons said with worry in her voice. ''Her wound is deep already, we don't want it to get worse."

Daisy and Coulson unbolted and opened the door. Everyone began to walk through the dark corridor, which was illuminated every few seconds only by a red alarm lamp. When they reached the stairs leading to the roof and to the quinjet, they heard behind them the sound of quick steps and screams. Hydra.

''There's no time" said Mack and looked at Coulson. ''You go, Yo-Yo and I will handle this. We'll discract them and then join you on the board. Get everything ready for the start. Go, now!" He shouted, and with a gun in his hands ran toward the coming Hydra agents. There was a whistle in the air when Elena also left.

Without any support on one side, Melinda wobbled, but before she could fall to the ground, Phil's strong arms caught her. The man grabbed her under her legs and arms and lifted her up. Without her knowledge, her hands automatically wrapped around his neck. Phil smiled gently and pressed her harder to his chest.

''Let's go, we need to hurry!"

Everyone started to run, jumping two stairs at once, until they finally reached the quinjet. Phil carried Melinda to the cockpit, and as lightly as he could, he sat her in the seat. She didn't look good. Her skin was too pale and her breathing too uneven. They had to get her out of here and provide the medical care she needed.

''You sure you can do this?" he asked, and she rolled her eyes.

''I'm fine, Coulson. Let me work."

Her hands were shaking more than she wanted to admit, but she didn't care. She turned on everything that was needed for the start, when Mack and Elena appeared on the board and the door closed behind them. They were ready.

When she reached out to the lever, she felt a sudden stab of pain and hissed. Her wound. Gritting her teeth she tried again, but the pain was too strong. She couldn't move further. Angrily, she fell on the seat's back, clenching her fists so that her nails began to dig into her skin. Stupid glass. Stupid Hydra. Stupid Hive. Think. She had to figure something out, she had to take them away from here.

''May?" Phil knelt beside her and carefully lifted her hand to look at the wound. It was bleeding harder and harder. Damn it.

''Coulson, I said that-''

''No, you can't do this, not in that state." he said and looked her in the eyes. Melinda knew that look. It wasn't a request, it was an order. She shook her head.

''No, I'm fine, I just need to-''

''Damn it, May! I won't let you bleed out on my hands! You can't do this!"