Nothing Left Unsaid
"Where's Rebecca?" Charlie tugged on Simmons' coat sleeve as she was trying to finish a titration. Potassium permanganate spilled, flooding the tabletop with purple. Simmons swore, lightly pushing Charlie away and fetching some paper towels.
"I don't know, Charlie. But she's definitely not here in the lab with the dangerous chemicals." Simmons tried to be gentle but her voice seemed to carry a more scolding tone. Charlie got the message and stormed out of the lab. Fitz glanced over some bubbling test tubes.
"Weren't you a bit tough on him?" He bit his lip, watching how Simmons' expression faded.
"I know. I know. It's just nobody can bear to tell them what Barnes really is. They look up to her; it would crush their little hearts." Simmons couldn't help but feel a little crushed herself as she cleaned up the last of the titrate.
"We don't know for sure, Jemma." Fitz added a gram of sodium perchlorate to one of the test tubes and watched it dissolve.
"Barnes must have given Astrid the knife when they were fighting. It was her knife and it has Astrid's blood on it. An analogue smoking gun if you will. Barnes did it. End of story." Simmons brushed her bangs from in front of her eyes and began her titration again. Underneath a table on the other side of the room, Anna cried silently with boiling rage. Bucky wasn't a villain. She would prove it.