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✧·ﾟ: *✧·ﾟ:* 　eye-spy　 *:·ﾟ✧*:·ﾟ✧
date: 1st October 2013
location: Stockholm, Sweden

━━"Did you know that around fifty-two per cent of the energy in Sweden is renewable?" Agent Roy looked up from her work in the lab to look over at Fitz with her random array of facts. It was her thing━sort of. Clara Roy just had a wonderful memory. It helped her get two PhD's by the time she was sixteen but also helped her remember some of the strangest things. He sent her a look over the table.

"Yes, Roy, I do," he replied, picking out the dendrotoxin bullets for Ward who stood awkwardly in between them. "You've been talking about it for the last ten minutes."

Roy grinned as she passed Ward, reaching up to give him an excited tap on his shoulders. At the touch, Ward flinched, annoyed. "But we're going to Sweden! How exciting is that?! I always wanted to go to Sweden."

"You've said that about every place we've been so far," Fitz rolled his eyes, watching her come to a stance next to him. She picked up the gun, cocking it and he snatched it out of her hands. Roy scoffed. "You said it about Peru, about Malta, about━"

"Yeah, but this is Sweden!" Roy turned back to Ward. "Have you been to Sweden, Ward?" she gasped, excited. "Have you been there on a secret classified undercover mission?"

"I would tell you, Roy," Ward spoke up, taking the singular bullet Fitz held out for him. "But that's classified."

Roy turned to Fitz, her mouth agape. She mouthed to him, that's so hot. He let out a groan in disgust. Simmons walked into the lab, her glasses on and a packet of new cell dishes that she had grabbed from Storage-Two. "Hello!" she greeted Ward happily, before moving onto her work.

Agent Ward held up the small blue bullet in the light. Roy watched him examine their work, her fingers to her mouth, hoping he'd like it. "I only get one shot," he told them. "And it has to knock a person back as well as out."

"Which is why we're perfecting this little beauty," Fitz showed him the smaller version of the Night-Night Gun. "Forty-five caliber cartridges, semi-automatic, each mag━" he cocked the magazine into the gun, "━contains eight therapeutic rounds of dendrotoxin."

"In case you miss!" Simmons piped up, and Ward glanced back with a look that said, are you serious? She wiltered slightly, "Or have multiple assailants."

Ward arched a brow. Turning back, he reached out for the gun, but Fitz held it close to his chest like it was his pride and joy, walking away, "We're gonna have this new Night-Night Pistol working in no time. Okay?"

"Great," said Ward. "One thing," Roy met his gaze expectantly. "We're not calling it that."

He left the lab, and Roy sent a sharp look towards Fitz, "Ha! Told you so."

Fitz pursed his lips, "Yes," he told her. "Yes, we are."

Fitz-Roy-Simmons were tasked to go through the security footage for the heists. All heists for diamonds, in different countries, with high security. The lastest being in Stockholm, Sweden. In which the security was so high that each hired guard was well-trained, all wore an identical red mask with an identical briefcase where no one knew which held the diamonds. And yet, they had still been stolen. In each case, the camera footage blacked out for an hour period. Easiest case scenario: they were hacked, and it was an inside job.

But it wasn't.

Coulson, May and Skye came back from the crime scene with identification of the thief: Akela Amador, ex-S.H.I.E.L.D. agent thought dead on a mission to one of Vanchat's Gulags. She's alive and well, it would seem. They were on the search for her, with no back up (Roy wasn't particulary happy on that. This woman killed all these guards and knew which briefcase held the diamonds. She did not want to go one-on-one with this girl).

Their search took them to Zloda, Belarus. Stuck in the S.H.I.E.L.D. van, Agent Roy hugged her equimpet case with a happy smile on her face. Stuck between Fitz and Simmons, she looked over the shoulders of Coulson and Ward and out through the windscreen.

"How exciting," she said, glancing between her two best friends. "I've dreamed of visiting Zloda since I was a schoolgirl!"

Fitz turned to her with furrowed brows, "Zloda, Belarus? A dream come true? Really?"

Roy's smile faltered. Simmons sighed, sharing a glance with Skye that could easily be perceived as, here we go again. "It's the birthplace of Nobel physicist Zhores Alferov!" Roy told him. "Well, I mean, technically he's from Vitebsk but that's less than an hour from here, and I'm a bit disappointed that you didn't know that! I thought you'd worship the ground he walked on, considering it's you with a PhD in physicis."

This aggrivated Fitz, "Oh, no, of course I know who that is. Father of heterostructure transistors, thank you very much. We're all well aware of that." She rolled her eyes. "I'm just a little bit preoccupied. First and only other time in the field wasn't exactly a picnic, was it?"

"It'll be okay, Fitz," said Simmons. "Not every experience will be negative!"

Coulson glanced over his shoulder at the scientists, "You guys are only here to search for Amador electronically. You won't even need to leave the van."

Fitz glanced at Roy, giving a small pump of his fist. Roy chuckled, shaking her head with a smile. Over comms, May spoke up, "Bus to short bus."

"Go for short bus," Ward said.

"Next time, I'll decide what we call ourselves, okay?" Coulson said, and Ward held a hand up as if saying, what?

"HQ has requested a status update."

"What'd you tell them?"

"That we're tracking a potential suspect. Nothing more."

Coulson nodded, "I owe you one."

"More like three."

Ward parked them underneath the shade of a tree. Looking over a small set of paddocks with sheep grazing in the sun, he and Coulson began to get out. "If Amador's here," said Coulson to the others, "she'll have to contact her buyer. Scan for cell phone transmissions, encrypted emails, anomalous broadcast signatures. Call us if you find anything that indicates her presence."

"Maintain radio silence unless you really need help," said Ward, opening the door and stepping out. As he did, Fitz was quick to ask.

"But what exactly defines as needing help━?" the door slammed, and he sighed.

"Well," said Roy. "Might as well chop off to work, shall we?"

And so the four of them began to set up their equipment. Roy was a medical doctor, but being around Fitz for so long, she learnt a thing or two about electronics and such. Without him, she would have been lost in I.T class at the Academy. But he kept her grounded, got her through their exams and she'll forever be grateful to him for her equal second with Simmons. (Fitz obviously was ranked first by a great amount).

"There's barely electricity in this town," said Simmons from beside Skye as the two of them opened up her laptop. "Can't be too hard to find our mystery woman."

Roy hovered near Fitz, playing with some of his cables until he needed them. "Unless she already knows we're here," said Skye, and she scoffed.

"If you're suggesting some sort of precognition or telepathy I can assure you━"

"I know," Skye cut Roy off, rolling her eyes, "it doesn't exist, and not long ago I would've dumped ESP in the aliens-and-portals-are-for-crazy-people pile, but now..."

That was a good point. Agent Roy fiddled with the cables in her fingers with a new concern bubbling in her stomach. Fitz pursed his lips at Skye's words, before holding out his fingers. Without looking, Roy gave him the HDMI chord and he connected his two monitors to his S.H.I.E.L.D. issued laptop. Difference between a S.H.I.E.L.D. laptop and a normal latop? Two things: They're undeniably fat and can hold up ten times the memory as the usual store-bought computer.

"Found a server," announced Skye, and Roy looked over in interest.

"You know," Simmons piped up, "I think I should have gone to the loo before we left."

Fitz stared at her, "I feel like we had this conversation before we left."

"Oh, I know, but I didn't need to go back then!"

Skye looked up from the server she had found, "Are you━?" she sighed at Simmons. "How busting are you?"

Simmons pursed her lips, a sheepish look on her face. "Very."

"I'm also a little bit peckish," Roy said, glancing next to her at Fitz. "Did you pack some Jaffa cakes?"

Fitz sighed, "No, I'm sorry that in the rush to grab essential equipment, I forgot a packet of Jaffa cakes."

"Hey!" Roy frowned, "I'm just wondering. You always pack too much food. It's why you're bag is always so fat."

Skye rolled her eyes, "All right, I'm just going to call Ward." Before Fitz and Roy could start another small bicker, she pressed Ward's contact and held a finger to her lips. The two friends rolled their eyes, but listened.

He picked up, and Roy could hear a distant, "Did you locate Amador?"

"What?" Skye frowned. "No. Not yet. But, we found a broadcast with some weird signal encrypted into it." Roy glanced back at Fitz's small monitor where the server was full of red static as Ward replied to her on the phone. Skye nodded to whatever he said. "Maybe, but I called with an equally pressing question for you, my S.O. What are we supposed to do if we have to pee?" she rolled her eyes. "It was a really, really long drive and everyone's nervous."

Simmons nodded, fidging with her fingers. Listening to Ward's answer, Skye turned to her and gestured her head to the cooler. "Bottom of the blue chest." Simmons reached behind her and scoured through. Finding a plastic water bottle, she held it up to Skye with a look of, this? Skye's face dead-panned. "Not the water bottle? Did you never learn the thing where boy parts and girl parts are different? And our parts aren't penises?" There was a pause. "Oh! One last thing. Roy wants to know if you packed any snacks."

She leaned forward so Roy could speak into the phone, "Yeah, I'm feeling a little bit peckish!"

Skye frowned, looking to her phone, she said, "Hello?" turning to the others, she gaped. "He hung up."

"Well, now that is just rude," muttered Roy. "I just wanted some Jaffa Cakes."

They continued to work at getting a clear view of the server. Fitz-Roy-Simmons chatted amongt each other, suggesting ways for Fitz to stabilise it. All of which he responded with an explosive, "Already tried that!"

Roy tapped a few things on the keyboard, pushing past Fitz's indistinct wheezes, scared she'd ruin it all, only to be mistaken when she just zoomed back and forth in the surveillance footage. "What's that supposed to do?" he then said, scoffing.

"I was trying to find something to identify the streets!" she turned to him, a little offended. "That could give us a location on Amador."

He faltered, "Oh, that's ... that's actually a smart idea, I'm sorry."

Roy shared an exasperated look with Simmons. "I can't stabilise it," Fitz continued. "There's an encrypted local signal competing."

"Mirror it over," said Skye. "I have a couple of Rising Tide exploits that might work."

He did so, and the three of them waited for Skye to separate it. Her fingers typed away at her keyboard, and Fitz watched eagerly. Roy resisted the urge to scoff. "One last thing ..." muttered Skye, before there was a beep! "Ta-da, and you're welcome." She mirrored it back over to Fitz's monitor so they could all see, huddled up together.

The footage was rather anti-climatic. There were no encrypted messages for them to decipher. Just screening of a street. It was moving, as if set inside a vehicle. Roy frowned when she felt as if the streets were familiar━very familiar. The vehichle turned a corner, and then a next, coming to a small street along the countryside. There, parked under the shade of a tree, was a long white van.

Skye scoffed, "Russian TV's kind of boring."

"That looks a bit like our van," muttered Fitz, and Roy froze. No, it didn't look a bit like their van, it looked a lot like it. Almost identical. As the footage suddenly turned inverted, an x-ray into the contents of the van, Roy quickly gripped Fitz's arm beside her. Inside, there were four figures, four drastically familar figures hovering around each other. Her grip tightened.

"Fitz," she breathed.

Skye frowned, "What are we looking at?"

Carefully standing up, his eyes fixed on the surveillance footage, Fitz waved his arms back and forth. The figure on the monitor stood up as well. With a lump in his throat, he managed out a weak, "Us..."

The vision tunneled━

Slam! The group of them all fell forward as a truck hit the side of the van. Tumbling down onto the ground amongst a mix of cables and computers, Roy reached out for Simmons, moving her away before her head could hit the bench. After that, she tried to look for Fitz and Skye to see whether they were okay, her heart in her throat to think that someone could have been hurt.

"Let's get out of here!" shouted Skye, crawling her way to the driver's seat as the truck moved back for a second ram. Fitz pulled Roy up, and she checked him for any injuries as Skye turned on the ignition. Her foot wouldn't reach the accelerator. "Ugh! Stupid tall person! Call Coulson!" her head whipped back. "Get the gun!"

Fitz pulled out his phone as Simmons reached for the gun Ward had left behind for them. Chucking it over, Skye desperately tried to load it. Looking out the window, she said, "It's her!"

"Amador?" let out Roy, confused.

Skye didn't reply. She focused on the gun in her hand. "Safety off━" she faltered, looking down as she accidentally took out the mag. Weakly, her eyes returned to the approaching truck. "Bang?"

At the next hit, the van gave a violent shake as it toppled over. The group of them screamed as they rolled down the slope. Landing with a great big THUMP! Roy was glad to still be awake. Looking up amongst a pile of broken monitors and cables, she called out, "Fitz? Jemma? Skye?" feeling a sting on her forehead, she reached up and winced when she saw blood on her finger.

"Clara?" she heard Fitz not far from her, and she quickly pushed her way towards him. Helping him up, Roy searched him over, but he was too busy fussing over her. "Clara, are you okay? Are you hurt━?"

"Shut up!" she told him, quickly licking her thumb to clean it and press it against the cut on his cheekbone to stop the bleeding. "Is that everything? No broken bones? No━?" looking around, she heard Simmons stir, "━keep your finger on that cut!" she told him before shuffling over. "Jemma, Jemma..."

Simmons winced at a hit on her forehead that would most likely turn into a bruise, but nothing else. Roy let out a sigh of relief before she turned back to Skye. Seeing her slump against the passenger seat after hitting her head on the glass window, Roy was quickly on her feet. Pushing through her own pain, she said, "Skye? Skye!"

Climbing over the gear stick, she reached out for Skye. Holding her in the passenger seat, she felt the others's eyes on her as she pulled up her eyelids. Roy held her ear to her nose, and feeling the slight breath, she sighed in relief. Her head fell against her shoulder, scared that she had ended up worse. Looking to the others, she said, "She's okay," as Roy turned Skye to her side.

Telling Simmons to regularly check her breathing, the two of them swapped places. Grabbing her phone, Roy had it between her cheek and her shoulder to call Coulson about what had happened. Looking for the first aid in Ward's cooler, she began working on the small gash on Fitz's cheek.

"Clara," he tried, but she shushed him, swabbing the blood away.

When Coulson replied, Roy briefed him on what had happened and their conditions. He responded with a quick: "We'll be there as quick as we can. Apply medical assistance where needed, Agent Roy."

"Copy that,'" she replied, ending the call before returning her attention to Fitz.

"Clara," he said again, but she told him to be quiet once more, concentrating. Roy washed out the cut with some more water before applying a little bit of antibiotic gell. Fitz winced, and she said.

"Stay still!" grabbing adhesive tape, she quickly cut some off and stuck it on. Calling out to Simmons, she said, "How's Skye?"

"Still stable," replied Jemma. "She's starting to stir."

"Good," Roy finally could breathe, sitting back amongst the mess. Reaching up to wipe away the blood from her cut again, she cursed.

"Clara," Fitz tried once more, and this time she listened. Meeting his gaze, he took a deep breath and asked, "Are you all right?"

She nodded. "I'll be fine. Pass me a clean swab."

He grabbed it, but instead pushed her hand away and cleaned her cut himself. Roy wouldn't say anything, but she was grateful. Closing her eyes, she ignored the sting. Once Fitz covered it up, she leaned forward and placed her forehead on his shoulder. He pursed his lips, but settled his hand on the back of her neck comfortingly as Skye slowly woke up. Clara took a deep breath only to let out a long sigh. Thank the Lord that this wasn't as bad as it could have been.

"You did good," Fitz told her gently. "Everyone's okay, Clara."

━━They were rattled, but they were okay. Returning to the Bus, Skye was determined to find Amador through the encrypted server. Despite Roy's objections to her standing up and walking around, Skye took over Fitz's computer to try and see whether they could watch Amador instead of her watching them. The other three watched her, Simmons massaging the bruise on her head and Roy snapping at Fitz to stop fiddling with the tape over his cut.

"Something's wrong," said Skye as Coulson, Ward and May entered the lab. "It's the same feed that was watching us in the van. Put it on the big monitor."

Glancing back at Fitz, he nodded and got to work. As he did, Simmons suggested: "Maybe the lens broke when the van rammed us?"

"I hope she broke more than that," muttered Skye.

All of them circled the Holotable as Fitz brought up the server onto the large monitor. Roy crossed her arms, her head tilted in interest at the foggy footage they were seeing. A hand appeared, wiping away the fog━her brows shot up, seeing Amador's face. Wait ... she was the camera?

"It's a mirror," said Coulson. "Are we recording this?"

"We are now," Skye quickly tapped record on her tablet.

All of their eyes were fixed on the monitor. Fitz's mouth fell agape, "Whoa..."

"How are we seeing this?" frowned Coulson. "Where's the camera?"

The footage flowed down to the bench where there were a box of multicoloured screwdrivers. Amador picked up the blue one and held down the bottom lid of her eye in the mirror. Roy felt her stomach squeeze, and beside her Fitz recoiled when the blade went right into her eye━and the camera. He wasn't the only one. Skye stared, mouth wide-open and her eyes as large as saucers.

"It's her eye!" exclaimed May. "She's the camera."

Amador blinked, and the x-ray vision reappeared. Fitz let out a, "Holy━" at the inner mechanics. Roy shifted her positioning on her feet, leaning forward to get a better view. Her camera was her eye. It was a prosthetic. A highly advanced prostetic. One that not even Fitz-Roy-Simmons have seen (and that was saying something). Fitz tilted his head, trying to understand what he was seeing. "It switches to backscatter when she closes her eyes."

"You're a robot," Skye glanced at Ward. "Can you do that?"

He didn't dignify her comment with an answer. "Who has tech like this?"

"We don't," replied Fitz. "Not like this. Not this small and internal, that's at least a decade ahead of anything I've seen. Though, now that I've seen it, I could maybe approximate. The━the backscatter, X-ray, a micro transceiver━"

"━that somehow doesn't fry her brain," added Roy, standing toe to toe with him and Simmons between them discussing. "There would have to be something to mirror the upside-down vision otherwise her brain wouldn't..."

"Yeah, yeah," Fitz nodded, "and there would have to be an internal power source..."

"All miniaturised," sighed Simmons, shaking her head in disbelief. "Honestly, it's━"

"━Genius," the three finished together, looking to the video with gleams of excitement and curiosity in their gazes.

With a blink, Amador's vision returned to normal. Coulson clenched his jaw, a grim look upon his face. "We have to bring her in."

"We have to take her out," corrected May. "She's a weapon. I'll call HQ, see if we can bring a task force in to help us."

"Our team can handle this," Coulson spun back around, a glare on his face directed at The Cavarly. The others looked away, awkward in the tense, angry air between the two of them. Roy heared Skye mutter to Ward, I hate when Mom and Dad are fighting. Roy sighed━not the time for a joke, Skye.

"I get it," May walked up to their team leader. "You feel responsible. Maybe you pushed her too hard. But she tried to kill four members of our team."

"If she wanted us dead, we'd be dead."

That's comforting.

"We got lucky. You wanna risk our lives again?"

"You told me you were ready for combat. That you had my back."

"Don't ever doubt it," May gritted her teeth, standing face to face with Coulson. The two of them were glowering at each other. Fitz-Roy-Simmons shared an awkward glance. "But you are defending this girl at the expense of the team."

"Because we protect our own," snapped back Coulson.

"With all due respect, sir," Ward stepped in carefully. "She's not one of our own."

This hit Coulson rather hard. Something caught Skye's eye, and she said, "Guys━" their gazes returned to the footage. They had visual of a piece of paper. There, Amador wrote in all caps: CAN I SLEEP? This caused them all to take a step back, confused.

"Why does she have to ask for permission?" wondered Simmons.

A reply appeared, letter by letter, as if typed: STAND BY.

This made Coulson's eyes widen. "She's not being watched," he realised. "She's being controlled. We have to find her. We'll take shifts watching the feed. Sooner or later, she'll look at something that will clue us in to her location."

May clenched her jaw. "I'll take the first watch."

Coulson met her gaze, and gave her a grateful nod. With this new information, Roy crossed her arms and gave Skye an arched glance. Knowing exactly what she was going to say, the hacker let out an exasperated sigh. "Yes! I get it━I know. The Warden requests rest," she muttered in a fake British accent as she left the lab.

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date: 2nd October 2013
location: the Bus, Belarus

━━Roy wasn't having a peaceful sleep when Fitz woke her with news about Amador. She dreamt about the crash, and kept on waking up thinking she was still there amongst the fear of her friends being hurt. It caused her to have a headache━or maybe that was from the cut. Either way, she opened her eyes at the sound of the bunk of her door opening. Fitz faltered slightly to see her staring right back at him.

"Uh..." he cleared his throat. Pointing awkwardly behind him, he said, "May went after Amador, C━Coulson wants everyone awake."

"Okay," she sat up. Holding her hand out, Fitz rolled his eyes before walking forward, taking it and pulling her to her feet.

"Lazy-arse," he muttered to her. Roy rolled her eyes and grabbed her phone.

"How did you go with transferring the server onto the glasses?" she then asked him and Fitz nodded.

"Yeah, okay, getting there." Catching a glance of her rubbing her eyes, he pursed his lips. "Didn't sleep well?"

"Take a wild guess, genius," she brushed past him. Knocking on Simmons' door, she woke her up while Fitz grabbed Ward and Skye. The group of them made their way downstairs, watching the footage as Coulson ran out after May with bated breath.

May and Amador fought in the dark. Roy wasn't scared for May's life━oh, no. In no way. She was The Cavalry. She was afraid for Amador.

Couslon found them in time to shoot Amador out with the Night-Night Gun. They took her in, unconscious. Roy quickly checked up on her and Fitz worked to make sure that when Amador opened her eyes, she wouldn't have Big Brother watching over her. With the glasses finished, they were passed off to Skye and Ward who travelled to Amador's most recent location sent to her by her messenger. Big Brother would see through Ward's eyes, receiving all messages and hopefuly see what this person wants and why.

Morning came, and Roy prepped herself for surgery on Amador to take out the deadly eye. She would like to say this now━she has no idea how to take out an unknown kill-safe within a prosthetic attached to Amador's tendants like an actual eye without triggering it. She was stressing ... which was an understatement. She had Fitz aiding her with Simmons ready right at her side to hand over equipment. This was what Roy was recruited for, she told herself. This was just any other surgery. She really was lying to herself, wasn't she?

Pulling on her gloves, Roy was muttering to herself. "This will be fine. This will all be fine, Clara. You will be okay." Grabbing her glasses, she slipped them on and met Fitz's gaze. "Ten bucks you'll squirm," she tried to disctract herself.

Fitz scoffed, "I won't━"

"Go twenty," Simmons said, grinning. "He'll most definitely squirm."

The two of them chuckled at Fitz who shook his head, "I don't squirm..." he said, putting on his own glasses and turning on the lights.

Simmons and Roy shared a glance, bullshit.

Amador came into their lab. Fitz-Roy-Simmons immediately stopped talking amongst themselves and spun around. Roy gave the girl a nervous smile. Amador didn't reply, and just walked over to where they had set up the bed for surgery. Lying down, her thick lips pursed, and Roy could tell that deep down she was nervous━perhaps just as nervous as they were. Simmons fixed the lamp over her for Roy who hovered over Akela with a strained smile. It's going to be okay.

"Hello, how are you?" Agent Roy asked nervously, holding her gloved hands tightly to her chest. "I'm Agent Clara Roy, it's very nice to meet you." Amador didn't say anything. Okay ... Roy cleared her trhoat. "I may need your feedback during the operation. Which means I have to inject a local anesthetic into your eye rather than putting you under. Are you okay with that?"

For the first time, did Amador speak. Her voice was husky, dark like her eyes and her skin. It really matched her handsome features. "Whatever's necessary," she said, and Roy hoped she couldn't see the bead of sweat on her brow.

Swallowing hard, Roy's throat was dry. Glancing back to Simmons, her friend passed over the needle, "Right," said Roy, taking the needle and nodding to Fitz across from her. "Let's begin, then."

Fitz watched the needle in her fingers with tense shoulders. He awaited her to dig it into Amador's eyes, sick to the stomach. Even Roy was sick, and she was used to these sort of things. Her fear of triggering the kill safe made her hands slightly shake. Taking a deep breath, Roy calmed herself down. Just like any other surgery, and so, seeing her hands steady, Agent Roy sent Amador a smile before carefuly injecting the anesthetic into her eye. As soon as she did, Fitz looked away with a slight whimper. That's twenty bucks.

With precise hands, Roy made work in removing her eye. Simmons was right beside her, handing over the necessary tools to help. Fitz faced away from the operation, looking up and down and anywhere that wasn't at Amador or Roy. Biting her lip, Roy's brows furrowed in concentration. It was a little intimidating, conducting surgery on someone while they were conscious and guiding her along, but it was needed. None of them wanted her to die. Up on the monitor, Roy could see where she was aiming into her skull, careful not to cut anything she shouldn't━because no one wants that.

She tried not to show any emotion. Since Amador was awake while the surgery was happening, if she got the sense that something was wrong, she would tense up and Roy could snip a blood vessel, or something much worse━the kill-safe, for example. So, she did everything she could to keep a straight face. Inside, however, her heart was pounding. Thank the Lord to her steady hands which came with a lot of practice and breathing excercises. (And no caffine. Roy does not ever drink caffine. Not even in her tea).

Fixing the light above her glasses slightly, Roy leaned over more to carefuly pull out the eye. Opposite her, Fitz's shoulders tensed up at the sound. "Please tell me it's out already," he said, hearing the sound of Simmons placing down a tool.

Roy tilted her head ever-so-slightly, her eyes fixed on the wires surrounding the optical nerve━if there was still an optical nerve. Maybe they had become the optical nerve, which was why the kill-safe would effectively kill Amador. Either way, Roy couldn't continue. "It's mostly out."

"What's wrong?" immediately asked Amador.

"Oh, nothing!" assured Roy, meeting Fitz's gaze as he turned over, brave enough to see what was happening. When he saw the wires connected to the fovea, his face fell with a look of, you've got to be kidding me. "But, Doctor Fitzy needs to step in now. This is his area of expertise, not mine." When he didn't move, her gaze hardened and she snapped at him to focus. "Fitz."

And he did. Walking around tentavily, Roy stepped aside, handing over the clamp to him and coming to a stance next to him, ready to help with any surgical prospects. She heard him inhale sharply, but felt an ounce of pride when he pushed past it. "All right then," he began. "Most likely both the power source and kill switch are located within the eye itself. So, how to disconnect without triggering the kill switch." Watching, Roy and Simmons both gave him encouraging smiles, seeing his brain tick away. "Oh! I know what to do━" he met their gazes in turn, returning their smiles with a strained one of his own. Fitz cleared his throat. "I just need to clarify one thing. Simmons, can you call Ward for me, please?"

She propped him up on the comms. When the line spiked at the turn on of his mike, Fitz carefuly said, "Ward?"

"What?" he replied sharply.

"You sound winded," said Fitz. "Is this a bad time?"

"Little bit."

"Well, not so good for me either━" even in a time like this, he managed to be sarcastic, "━considering I'm holding a still attached prosthetic eye that could explode at any second."

This sobered Ward up. "Are the wires exposed or shielded?" there was a pause, and as Fitz checked, Ward's voice returned with a sharp and distressed. "Cut it now! Cut the wires now!"

"What's happening?" asked Amador, and Fitz quickly got to work.

"No problem," he grabbed the medical sizzors. "Ward explained the sitch━" he cut the wires and Roy was ready with a disposal. As he dropped them into the container, she closed the lid just before━boom! Fitz cowered away from the smoke.

They all stood there for a little bit, staring at the smoke billowing out from the crevices of the container lid. Glancing at each other, Roy carefuly pulled it away, and the three scientists peaked inside. Blowing the smoke away with his hand, Fitz cleared his throat. "I think ... I think we did it."

"We did it," breathed Simmons.

Roy smiled back at Amador, "We did it," she told her.

Fitz-Roy-Simmons shared a small handshake in celebration.

Amador had received a second-chance.

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a/n: lol, i have another (older) leo fitz fic i wanna fix up and publish hehe what is wrong with me? anyway, season one fitz was such a dork and i miss it.

i have a lot of ideas for Clara, but i'm still deciding which one to go with. all of the seeds for each of them are being planted so i can like decide last minute ahaha. like ... what do you guys want to see? (not that there are many people reading this at the moment but still) comment what you wanna see: