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✧·ﾟ: *✧·ﾟ:* sos, part one *:·ﾟ✧*:·ﾟ✧
date: May 8th, 2015
location: Afterlife, Classified

    ━━"What are you talking about?"

    Simmons pulled Roy to her feet once the pins were gone. Clara stumbled, but she was desperate the get her clothes back on and search for her brother and find Jiaying so she could make her pay. At this moment, she didn't care that was her friend's mother. All she cared about was that finally, she figured out part of the truth, and she needed to know the rest. She needed to find her, demand why, and then make her realise just how much pain she had caused Clara.

    "My brother━he's held captive," Roy reached for her jeans and jumper, slipping them one without even worrying about her shirt. "He didn't kill my father. He was framed."

    "By who?"

    "By Jiaying. Don't know why, but she did."

    "Skye's mother?" Simmons looked terribly confused. "But━why would she kill your father?"

    "I don't know!" Clara reached for her belongings and threw them over her shoulder. "But are you coming with me or not?"

    "What?"

    "To find my brother!" Roy said, frustrated. "Jemma, come on, we have to get him out of here!"

    Outside, the ground shook, and seconds following it was a large BOOM that wracked their bones. Roy froze for a second to stare out of the door, eyes wide, "What was that?"

    "I don't know," breathed Simmons, "but━Clara━listen. Jiaying━she's been attacked. She said Gonzalez shot her; declared war."

    Even scaring herself, Roy muttered, "Good━"

   "No, Clara━" Jemma grabbed her arm to stop her from going outside, "━we need to get out of here! We need to get you out of here."

    "I need to find my brother," Clara argued, desperate. "He's in danger! They locked him up and framed him. I don't know why, but first, I have to get him out of here so I can! So, will you help me, or not?"

    Simmons looked torn. She glanced back and forth between the door, Roy and her watch. "Do you know where he is?" she asked.

    Roy pursed her lips, and gripped her gear tighter. "I have an idea."

    "Well ..." Jemma took a deep breath, before gritting her teeth with fresh determination. "We don't have much time, so let's go!"

    Clara breathed a relieved grin, but had no time for anything else. Breaking out into a run, she and Jemma ducked into the Afterlife streets as gunshots and explosions filtered the air. Looking up, Simmons gasped, horrified. "Is that━that's a S.H.I.E.L.D. quinjet! Why would they attack━on whose orders━?"

    "Probably Gonzalez's," Clara couldn't care much in this moment except for finding her brother, and then finding Jiaying. "Come on!"

    Pulling her along, the best friends were back to sprinting past panicking Inhumans towards the main manor in the distance. Roy had no idea where she was going, but she had to find her brother. She felt a tug in her stomach━an instinct that seemed to tell her where to turn next, and she wondered whether that was her brother using his last bit of energy to guide her through the dream state he was locked in.

    The best thing about the chaos happening around them is that they were paid little attention. They could slip through towards the main manor without being stopped, which was good because neither of them knew how to fight. Or did either of them have an ICER. Clara realised just how stupid her idea was ... but it was far too late to back away now.

    The explosions stopped, but the panic didn't. Clara took a sharp left, dragging Jemma along with her. The two girls ducked under two Inhumans who ran at them and dashed towards the steps to the manor. Roy felt like she was back in the Hub again, surrounded by danger and HYDRA agents who had disguised themselves as their friends. But she wasn't as innocent as she had been back then. She wasn't as scared.

    Bursting through the doors, Roy quickly checked whether the coast was clear before following the feeling in her gut that screamed left! in her head━and it sounded like Leith.

    "This way!" she told Simmons, and they started off in that direction.

   The stone pounded against their footsteps, echoing through the halls. Leith's voice returned, telling them to head down the stairs, and Clara followed. I'm coming, she tried to reply back, hoping he'd hear her.

    Skidding around the corner to the left, the guards Leith had warned her about were no longer here. On either side of them were doors, that were much different than the ones upstairs. They were insulated, darker, thicker; the walls were padded rosewood, and Clara could just feel a power flooding around her that seemed to slow her down.

    It's the fifth one! Leith sounded like dry paper by now. Fifth door, fifth ...

    Clara reached the door, and desperately pushed open the door. When it didn't budge, she cried out, "Oh, come on!" and slammed her hand against the wood.

    "Hey, hey, it's okay," Simmons said, and stepped in next to her, peering at the lock. "We can figure this out━together. Come on, Roy, think."

    "Oh, this is Fitz's area, not ours," whined Roy, angrily shaking the knob.

    "It's simple engineering," muttered Simmons. With a quick thought, she pulled out a bobbi pin from her hair and with her teeth, pulled it apart so it was in a straight line. "Remember when we pranked Professor Vaughn the day before we graduated? Filled his office with balloons?"

    "Yeah, but that was just an easy lock to pick," argued Roy. "This is an Inhuman lock..." her voice faded away when she heard a click, and Simmons grinned, sending her a look that said, oh, what was that again? "Oh, shut up, Nancy Drew," she retorted before pushing the door open.

   Clara's knees were weak at the sight of her brother. He lied on the ground, looking completely asleep, but Roy's stomach told her that it was far worse than that. Jemma gasped, "Is that him?"

    "Yeah..."

    They raced towards him. Falling to their knees, Clara felt his pulse, and when there was none, she desperately tried to wake her brother up. Shaking him, she whimpered, "Leith! Leith! It's me. It's Clara. I'm here. Wake up!"

    He didn't move. Clara shared a desperate look with Jemma, and tried to shake him again. "Come on! Leith━wake up!" No response. No, no, no. Clara shook her head, hating how tears flooded her vision. I will not have found you only for you to die. "Leith!"

    Jemma was tearful at the response from her friend, unsure on what to do. She knew they had to leave, but Clara wasn't going to leave her brother. No━she won't leave him!

    Desperate, she put her hands on his chest. Immediately knowing what she was going to do, Jemma cried out, "Clara, no! You don't know how your systems will react!"

    "I was fine when I helped Mack," she replied back in a slobbering mess.

    "But his heart's not beating!" Simmons argued. "He's dead. Who knows what the repercussions for you could be."

    "Six minutes," was Clara's answer. "There's a six minute gap to bring him back. I have to try!" Simmons went to object, but Roy whimpered, "Jemma, please, he's my brother ..."

    She pursed her lips. "Clara ..."

    "When I revive him," Clara began, "if I'm unresponsive, if I pass out, leave without me, okay? Get him out of here. I'll just slow you down."

    "Clara!"

    "Please!" Clara was begging, and Simmons faltered, cheeks wet with tears as well. "Please, Jemma. I don't have much time!"

    Simmons whimpered herself, but nodded, and so Roy took a deep breath. Nodding, she told Jemma she was ready, and that she should be ready. With that done, Roy closed her eyes, and focused on the feeling she felt on the football field, where her power had been the strongest. But the walls around her, they made her sluggish, made her want to sleep; it made her cold, when she needed to be hot. Clara gritted her teeth, and pushed harder. She focused on the pain, the heat, the boiling of her fingers, but also her desperation, her emotion, and the connection━the connection she had with her brother.

    When her body erupted with heat, she focused it down towards her hands and into her brother's body. When she opened her eyes, she watched his chest glow, and then his legs, and his arms, rising up his neck and then his face. It grew brighter and brighter━until his chest glowed white and they had to hide away their eyes; it was too much.

   With one hand on her chest, and the other covering her eyes into her elbow, Clara kept pushing, kept building her power. Up and up, hotter and hotter and hotter...

    And when her brother gasped awake, she let it all go.

    Clara fell back, and Leith jolted up. Simmons caught him by the chest before he could double over. Seeing him breathe, seeing him alive, Roy felt relief beyond all doubt. She might feel pain soon━she might even die ... but at least she saved him. She saved her brother. That was all that counted.

    "Go ..." she croaked, already feeling herself drift away. "Go ... get him out of here ..."

    "Clara, no!" Jemma gasped, and tried to hold her up, too. "I'm not leaving you here! Come on, get up━"

    "You won't be leaving her here."

    The voice startled them all. Glancing over, Clara could just see through her dotting gaze the face of The Cavalry. Jemma breathed out: "May! Oh, my gosh, May!"

    Melinda May dropped down next to Clara, and hoisted her arm over her shoulders. Roy frowned, her mind all over the place. "May...? What are you ...?"

    "Come on, Clara," she told her. "You have to fight it, you hear me? Fight it, don't let it control you. Fight it, and get up!"

    Her words resonated in Clara's head, and she nodded. Okay, she obliged. Okay ... with difficulty, Clara got to her feet with May's help, and together, the four of them made their way back to the quinjets, leaving Afterlife in a confused, angered state before anyone else could get hurt. A war had started, and now, they had to find a way to stop it.

✧·ﾟ: *✧·ﾟ:* sos, part one *:·ﾟ✧*:·ﾟ✧
date: May 8th, 2015
location: The Playground, Classified

    ━━Clara was in a better state returning to the Playground. But she still held onto May like a lifeline, unable to let go. She doesn't know how May hadn't pushed her away by now, she heard the story with Skye━she must be so angry, so betrayed and annoyed, and yet here she was, making sure Clara could stand, and could walk, and keep her close enough to her brother so she could feel okay that he was still safe.

    Roy didn't know what had happened, truly. Her mind was buzzing with information; Jiaying had killed her father, but why? What was her mother doing? Was she completely innocent? Had she'd been innocent this whole time━Clara suddenly hoped she was okay. She was worried. What if something happened to her? What if Jiaying did something to her, too? Roy has never felt this for her mother, and now, it was sudden, and it was overwhelming.

    It didn't help that Cal had been handed over as a 'peace offering', or a 'gift horse' as he had said, but Roy wasn't stupid. After knowing the truth about Jiaying, she had a feeling that he was more of a Torjan Horse than anything, but she had no energy to comment on it (she was glad Simmons saw the possibility, too).

    Her brother was hurried to the medical bay for a check-up, and May tried to usher Clara there, too, but when Roy saw Coulson, she didn't want to go yet. Once Cal was gone, on his way to the vault, she stumbled her way to him and before he could even comprehend it, she had thrown her arms around him and broke down into a few tears amongst her pain.

    "I'm glad you're okay," he told her, and Roy clutched his suit jacket tightly, closing her eyes and welcoming his fatherly hold. "You're safe. It's okay."

    Fatherly hold.

    (Clara was surprised; that was the first time she felt like she's ever seen it like that. It made her guilty. Had she really just forgotten her real father like that?).

    She had a feeling May and Coulson were sharing a look over her shoulder; a silent exchange and conversation as if asking what had happened. Clara felt bad for staining Coulson's suit jacket with her tears, but she still mumbled, "She did it━Skye's mother━she killed my dad. I don't know why━but she did it ... how could she do that?"

    She knew Coulson had frowned, confused━another silent conversation with May. He pulled away and looked down at Clara gently. He cupped her cheek much like a father would, and it only made her even more emotional. "We'll figure this out. But you're brother is safe, you saved him. You saved an innocent man. Good job, Roy."

    Fitz appeared out of the lab, watching the exchange anxiously. Clara glanced over, and stepped away from Coulson and towards her best friend. She just set her head on his shoulder, and Fitz wrapped an arm around her frail figure. Meeting Coulson's gaze, he nodded, promising he'll look after her while the Director figured all of this out.

    "I got you," he whispered gently into Clara's ear. "I got you, Roy. Want a tea? Let's get some tea."

    Fitz tried not to be relieved in seeing her, knowing she was miserable. But he was scared that he had lost her when they separated. Everytime they're separated, something bad happens. One of them almost dies, or gets kidnapped, or goes through emotional termoil ... or all of the above.

    Once the tea was made, the two of them sat down in the lab at his desk, soon joined by Jemma. Together, the three of them watched Clara's brother get checked up by the lab tech's. Leith glanced over, and caught his sister's gaze. She pursed her lips, and hung her head as she massaged her temples, trying to ease the pain away bit by bit like she had with Mack.

    As she did, they talked about what had happened.

    When they finished, Fitz's eyebrows flew up, "Jaiying killed him━like, Skye's mum?"

    Clara nodded glumly, "At least, that's the new theory. Why? I don't know━I just never know why. All I want to know is why ... because there's some things my mum said that made me ... I don't know ... " Clara pinched the bridge of her nose. Taking a deep breath, she shook her head. "It no longer matters. We have worse things to worry about. Bobbi's missing. And this thing with Cal and Jiaying ... we need to focus on that first."

    "What you need to focus on is getting some rest," Jemma argued. "You just brought someone back to life, for goodness sake, who knows what the effects are on your immune system."

    "I'm fine," muttered Roy.

    "Bollocks," replied Simmons, but she let it go. Standing up, she picked up the vials Cal had arrived with. "I got to go look at these, just ..." she met Fitz's gaze, and an unspoken agreement passed between them, keep an eye on her, please.

    Clara sighed, and placed her head in her hand. "I just want all of this to end."

    "I know ..." murmured Fitz. He rubbed her back comfortingly, and Roy wished she could just set her head on his shoulder, and pretend no one else was around. But she couldn't do that, and so she didn't. Clara remembered what her mother said, about loving someone so much you couldn't bear your life without them━someone you wanted to share your trust, your love, your affection and body ... someone you could spend the rest of your life with. She had immediately thought of Fitz, and that terrified her. She didn't want to fall back into that trap, but had she ever gotten truly out of it?

    It felt strange. Clara had always been terrified to commit to something; to accept love from someone without a reason she decreed reasonable. She was scared of being left, of her fears being true, that she was unlovable. But it seemed different with Fitz. She was scared, but in a different way. She wasn't scared of him leaving her, she was scared of losing him.

    They were called upstairs to the Director's office. Well, Clara wasn't, but she came anyway, ignoring the look on Coulson's face when she followed Jemma inside. He didn't say anything, but she knew he was worried and would much rather her resting. But Roy was done with being in that hospital bed. She was done with being weak and useless.

    She eyed the footage they were called up for, and felt her stomach twist in seeing Gordon materialising into the S.H.I.E.L.D. quinjet, taking away the agents━the same quinjet that had fired on Afterlife.

    "Skye's mother orchestrated the whole thing," said Coulson, swiping the footage away. "It was a performance. The quinjet they stole only fired on the one building. Nobody got hurt."

    "Except Commander Gonzalez," murmured Simmons. "It either killed him or destroyed any evidence of foul play against him."

    Roy met Simmons's gaze, the same thought crossing their mind━it felt wrong to think of herself at a time like this, but she couldn't help it. Jiaying killed her dad, Jiaying orchestrated this performance to get the Inhumans on her side━but why? Why, why, why?

    "If it's theatre," said May, "it worked. Every Inhuman up there believes that S.H.I.E.L.D. attacked their leader and declared war."

    "Including Skye," muttered Roy, her throat dry.

    Hunter and Fitz hurried through the open door, another fresh set of problems surfacing with his words, "Then mark that down as the second time S.H.I.E.L.D. got played today."

    "Figured out what happened to Agent Morse," said Fitz, fiddling with his tablet. "She left on a quinjet with..." he glanced up and pointed at May, "you."

    May frowned, startled. Fitz said nothing else as he started to transfer his file up onto the monitor for the rest of them to see. Footage of the hangar door appeared, and the group of them watched May walk Bobbi up the ramp, dissappearing off camera. Fitz paused it, and May gritted her teeth.

    "I didn't leave with Bobbi, that's━"

    "Agent 33," realised Coulson.

    Roy pinched the bridge of her nose. Great━she knew there was something off about her!

    "She killed her guard, stashed him under a blanket in Vault C, then boarded a quinjet posing as May," informed Fitz.

    "But, why?" Simmons frowned. "I don't understand."

    Clara didn't either, but there was one name she could connect it with. Meeting Coulson's gaze, she knew he had a similar answer: Ward.

    "The quinjet's transponder went dark outside Aranda De Deuro in Spain," said Hunter. "I'm gonna need a pilot."

    "With pleasure," said May, and she led the way out of the office, Hunter at her heels.

✧·ﾟ: *✧·ﾟ:* sos, part one *:·ﾟ✧*:·ﾟ✧
date: May 8th, 2015
location: The Playground, Classified

    ━━"Hey, hey, hey━what are you doing up?" Roy rushed to Leith when she saw him wondering around the lab, picking up pieces of equipment and analysing it.

    He ignored what she said and instead showed her a chemical lamp. "How many lamps do you have? Why can't you just use one lamp? You have a lamp for this, a lamp for that━they're just lamps."

    Roy narrowed her eyes and stormed up to him. She snatched Simmons's lamp back and set it down on her desk. "Get back in the medical bay."

    "I'm fine," Leith said, leaning forward and looking and someone's pictures. "You're the one who healed me, right? You should be the one in there━" He stumbled back when Clara pulled him away.

    "Stop being nosy."

    "My apologies."

    "Good to see you're back to your annoying self."

    "You got all that from our dream chats?"

    "Yes."

    Leith shrugged. His face turned sombre though as he examined the lab in a turn once again. "I'm just trying to see whether I can trust them: S.H.I.E.L.D., mum always said that people will want to expose us ... endager us ..."

    "You can trust S.H.I.E.L.D.," Roy assured him. "Everyone here has been there for me for some really drastic times."

    "Yeah, but that was before they found out you were different," Leith muttered, and Roy gave him a look.

    "They were still there for me━in the end," she argued. "Fitz was there to protect me straight away, and Coulson, too."

    "Fitz, huh..." Leith murmured, a twinkle in his gaze. "Yes, your favourite word."

    "Shut up," Clara told him, and he managed a small chuckle. It soon turned dry, however.

    "Everyone thinks I killed Dad," he said, stepping away. "Even Mum━my own mum..."

    Clara didn't know what to say. He had known their mum far long and better than Roy had. She tried to imagine what it would feel like if her father thought she murdered someone, and didn't believe her, and she wondered how Leith was still standing here right now. "Why do you think Jiaying did it?"

    Leith sighed and sat down on someone's chair, swinging it around gloomily. "I dunno. Mum told me Dad hid a lot of secrets ... he had the power of deceit, afterall."

    Clara had a hard time imagining her father being this master deceit-man who hid a lot of secrets, because she remembered him being unable to keep his excitement down whenever Roy brought up what her Christmas present was. "Do you think our mother knew?"

    Leith scoffed, "Do you think that if she knew, she would believe Jiaying that I did it? I hope she didn't, because then that just makes it all so much worse."

    Roy pursed her lips, and she was back to being unable to think of the right thing to say other than, "I'm sorry..."

    He gave her a tired smile, "Yeah, me too. But I should thank you for saving my life."

    Clara shrugged, chuckling. "It was nothing. You're my brother, what else was I supposed to do?"

    The smile that was on his face was suddenly much more genuine. Then, Leith took a deep breath, leaning back in the chair and said, "So! Are you gonna show me a photo of this bloody Fitz or what?"

    "It's not like that!" Clara laughed, and he let out a:

    "Oh, bullshit!" Leith motioned her closer. "Come on━come on, I want to see."

    Clara rolled her eyes but took out her phone and showed him the video he sent for her brithday. She smiled at his face, and the words he said, chuckling. She tapped the video as it stopped on his smile, and said. "That's Fitz there."

    Their conversation as brought to an adrupt halt when Coulson burst through the lab doors with the unconscious body of Skye's father. Clara jumped to her feet, "What happened?!"

    "I think he's having a heart attack!" Coulson told her, and she cursed.

    "Leith! Help him get him onto the bed!" she ordered and Leith didn't need to be told twice. Clara rushed to get her equipment as he and Coulson lugged Cal into the medical bay, setting him on the bed just as Simmons and Fitz ran in at the commotion.

    Seeing them, Roy beckoned them over, "He's going into cardiac arrest━Simmons, I need preparation for a cardioversion! Fitz, adrennaline injector, one milligram on standby━now!"

    No matter what Cal has done, Clara knew she couldn't let Skye's father die on her watch. She knew then, if she had to, she would use the rest of her energy to revive him herself. Rushing into the medical bay, Simmons already had Cal's chest prepared and Roy fixed up the defibrilator with Simmons's help, and in seconds, she was charging them up and hovering over Cal's chest.

    "Clear!" Simmons shouted, and Clara felt his body jolt under the stamps. She waited for a response, but when Simmons shook her head, she gritted her teeth.

    "We can't lose him!" stated Coulson.

    "I know!" Clara replied, desperate. She readied Simmons for a second charge, and at the, "Clear!" she jolted his systems again. It was unsuccessful.

    "I thought you said he wanted to kill us!" argued Fitz.

    "He's Skye's father, Leo!" snapped Clara. "The adrennaline shot━I need it━now!"

    He passed it over, and as soon as she had it in her hands, Clara took a deep breath. She knew it was dangerous━the jugular vein was the riskiest place of injection. But it was a straight avenue to the heart. Just don't burst the blood vessel leading to his brain! She told herself. Easy-peasy!

    With that in mind, Clara quickly mavouvered her fingers to find the right spot and with an incredible steady hand, stuck the needle in.

    Cal's eyes sparked open, and Clara pulled the needle out. Thump! he hit the bed again━Thump! Thump! Roy jumped backwards, startled as he began to convulse. She tried to help, but he just threw himself off the bed. Thud! He landed on the tile gorund, and Coulson wouldn't let Clara to check whether he was okay, his hand having a tight grip on her arm, ready to pull her back.

    There was silence. Terrible silence ... when no sound came from either her teammates, Leith, or Skye's father.

    Leith was alarmed, but he managed to clear his throat and say, "Uh ... Cal?"

    A hand appeared on the bed. Coulson immediately pulled Roy back at the contorted veins that twisted and bulged out of Cal's skin. His nails were yellow, sharp━as if given rapid dead cells to grow and mangle. They watched as Skye's father stood back up, eyes unblinking, staring at them underneath a swollen forehead of bulging blue and red veins. Tilting his haed, he gave Coulson a grin, "You were looking for a monster?"

    Roy read Frankenstein once in school, but she never thought she'd ever see the doctor's monster in real life.

    "Everybody out!" Coulson ordered.

    "What?" Clara shook her head as the lab techs behind them began to ran. "I'm not just leaving you here!"

    But she had no choice. With one look from Coulson, Fitz and Simmons pulled Roy out of the lab with them, Leith following close behind. First day at S.H.I.E.L.D., and he had to deal with the sudden monster that was Skye's father.

    (What a way to warm him up, Roy thought bitterly).

    Clara's hands shook, worried for Coulson as he just made it out and closed the doors before Cal could come after them. Leith was petrified, staring━mouth-agape━as Cal leered up to the fibreglass doors, a manic grin on his face━teeth yellow and chipped.

    "Cal!" Coulson tried to reason with him. "I can take you to Daisy, but you need to calm down!"

    "This is me calm, Phil━!" Slam! His fists hit the glass of the door, and Roy was reminded so much of Ward that she had forgotten how to breathe for a second. He hit it again━and again━and again━and again━her heart raced when the glass began to chip.

    "Fitz?" Coulson called out, "I'm open to suggestions!"

    Fitz reached back. Grabbing an ICER, he loaded it and handed it over to Coulson. "ICERs are a good start."

    Coulson took the gun, "Agreed. Got to admit, I'm not hopeful these will do anything but piss him off."

    Fitz passed the rest of them ICERs, and Leith stared at it, unsure on what to do.

    "Just point and shoot," Clara told him, readying her aim.

    "There are more lethal solutions," suggested Simmons, but Roy shook her head.

    "No! We can't kill Skye's father."

    Coulson nodded, "I'm hoping there's still a sliver of the man who━"

    SMASH!

    The glass shattered at their feet. Grinning, Cal stepped through the broken door and into the lab. Fitz-Roy-Simmons and Leith stood together, legs shaking, but with gritted teeth, the five of them let loose on their fire. Leith jumped when his gun recoiled, looking like he wished he had just stayed in Afterlife for a second.

    One shot, two shots, three shots, four ... five ... Cal swayed, "Whoa ... there goes the feeling in my legs."

    "Get out of here," Coulson ordered.

    Roy gaped, "What, no━!"

   "Now, go!"

    Clara didn't want to leave him, but Fitz took her arm and dragged her back. The four of them ran out of the lab and down the hallways. Roy glanced over her shoulder at Coulson speaking with Skye's father, but soon, that disappeared as she sprinted around the corner.

    It wasn't long until Coulson met up with them, and they formed a plan. Fitz-Roy-Simmons would distract him and lead him into the hangar where Coulson would be waiting to try and reason with him. Roy wished for Leith to head to safety with the rest of the base, but he refused. He might be scared, but he decided to also be a stubborn older brother. So now, he was helping Coulson down in the hangar, which Roy thought idiotic and dangerous, but he wouldn't take no as an answer.

    So that was great.

    When they caught Cal in the commons room, Fitz purposefully put himself in the doorway. He turned to the girls and shouted for them to, "Run!"

    Cal grinned, like a child on Christmas morning, and started towards them. "Yes!" he laughed. "Yes! Oh━Run!"

    Fitz-Roy-Simmons sprinted their way to the hangar doors, and Cal lumbered after them. With her lanyard ready, Clara opened the doors and they rushed through. Fitz pushed them along further, crossing the point they needed until skidding to a stop. Spinning around, Roy watched with bated breath as Cal took the trap. Mid-running, Coulson drove an S.U.V right into him, pinning him to the wall. Roy saw Leith in the passenger seat, probably regretting his decision and Roy couldn't help but think, Yeah! I bloody told you so!

    Coulson stepped out of the car, and Leith followed, shaken but determined.

    "Now, it's just you and me," said Coulson. "And we're gonna talk."

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    a/n: poor leith. he wakes up from like almost freaking dying and immediately has to deal with their bullshit ahahahah. 

    also like no one asked for this to be upated, but i did it cos i'm feeling unwell, and it's already prewritten so it's easy to get out. especially when you're like me and just get's brain dead when sick. so there will be mistakes sorry.

    (lol i forgot to add a gif)