𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 || m. may & p. coulson

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A/N : "Her heart started to beat faster when she realized how much everything had changed. How much they have changed."

Hi! This is just a quick one shot taking place on episodes 7x01 and propably 7x02. It's just my vision of May's reaction to seeing lmdCoulson, someone who's not her Phil one more time, based on the last scene of the first episode. It's sad and full of emotions, might also get a little messy, cause it took me only an hour to write.
English is not my main language, so I'm sorry for mistakes. I'll be grateful for every comment. Hope you'll like it. Enjoy!

The story has been written before 7x02 premiere.

DISCLAIMER : Not mine. Everything belongs to MCU.

You're right. It's love. The pain is love.

When Melinda opened her eyes, she saw nothing. Returning memories began to attack her from every possible side and force her to experience the same horror once again.

And now I know how to end it.

Horror, pain, the metallic smell of blood, the sight of its drops falling to the ground, the touch of the monster on her body, his breath on her face. It was all so clear in her mind as if it had never really disappeared.

How long can you die? Is that what her hell was supposed to look like? Going through that again and again? Being stucked in an eternal loop that cannot be broken?

So be it, she deserved it. It was because of her own stupidity that she ended up here. She should have known better, she should have been better. She objected to her own rules and let down the wall she had been building for so many years, although she knew perfectly well that happiness was not written for her, that someone like her could feel nothing else but suffering. Why did she become so naive?

She knew the answer to that question too well. She also knew that what she had told her murderer wasn't true and that at that moment he was the one who was right.

Love was a plague that had to be removed.

To cut it out of me. Slice it away, and be done with it.

Suddenly everything disappeared, and everything around her was peaceful and quiet. When she blinked, she regained her sight. She saw herself, her pale face and dark circles under her eyes, which had never seemed so dark and empty before. She moved her head slightly, and the person in front of her did the same. She reached out to touch them, but her fingers found an obstacle and stopped in place. She ran them over the smooth surface until her hands clasped on both her sides again. Only then did she realize that what she saw in front of her was her reflection, and she was locked in a very small place without a way out, like an animal in a circus cage.

Just like after her memories, there was no sign of the pain stabbing every cell in her body. Instead of fear, she felt anger. She had to get out of here.

And cut herself off from what killed her once again.

*

''Tell us again what exactly happened, Enoch."

''I went to check agent May's parameters and give her another dose of the medicine, but she wasn't in the tube or anywhere near. Her clothes also disappeared. Then I decided to come here and let you know about the situation."

Daisy shook her head in disbelief. They already had time travel and rescue of S.H.I.E.L.D. to worry about, a wounded agent wandering around the plane wasn't helping them at all.

''Jemma, you said May won't wake up in a week," Elena said, crossing her arms at her chest. ''And that we can trust Enoch with her."

''That's because we can, I knew exactly what was happening to her all the time ," the biochemist answered. She reached for the tablet on which the last results of the vital signs of the older woman were showed, frowning. ''Everything was normal until she disappeared. The treatment process was correct, which means that she should be in a coma for at least a few more days."