Why Aren't You Here?
A buzz muffled coming from the direction of the table forced Coulson to roll over and look towards that direction. Still half asleep, he began to sit up on the couch he had been sleeping on. He scratched his head, still confused as to who was calling him late in the night. The buzzing continued as he clicked on a nearby lamp. He grabbed the phone off the table and peered down at it. He fixed his shirt and sat up even straighter once he saw who was calling him.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked. “Coulson. Man down.” May whispered out with a worried tone. “What?" His tone of voice was now a mix of worry and confusion. Back at base, May was pacing back and forth in his office. “I lost Skye,” May breathed out, still pacing around.
“Uh, how?” He asked slowly. “We were running surveillance,” She began still breathing hard and pacing now even more worried. “I had them. I had them all. Hydra found out, they took her.” She continued to pace now tearing up at the thought of a helpless Skye in the belly of the beast all alone with no way to defend herself.
“When?” He asked anxiously now ready to help as much as he could from where he was. “Doesn’t...it doesn’t matter!” Her breathing increased and she moved her hand to her forehead. “Are you listening to me? They took Skye.” She sobbed. She couldn’t control herself. All that mattered was getting Skye back. She didn’t care how, she just wanted her Skye back.
“Okay, I’ll- I’ll get on the first flight.” Coulson reassured her and began to get up when May responded to his suggestion. “There’s no time for that. We have to do something now!” She yelled out desperately hoping for a better answer than what he gave her. “What are you going to do? Launch a front row assault on Hydra?” He asked rationally to try to give her a course of action that would not end up in her or Skye’s death.
May lifted her right leg and furiously kicked his chair with all she could, causing a giant crash to erupt from the other end of Coulson’s phone. “Why aren’t you here?!!” She roared angrily causing nearby agents to come and investigate what had happened in his office. Coulson waited for her to finish before talking. “May. Stop.” He ordered firmly. “Focus.”
Breathing hard she grabbed onto Coulson’s desk with her head down. “Prioritize.” He re instructed. “Now. When was she taken?” He asked while she was trying to slow her breathing. After hesitating for a moment, May took the phone off her ear and glanced at the numbers on the screen. “One hour and fourteen minutes ago.” She answered back with widened eyes.
“Good news is she’s still alive.” He paused. “The bad news is that Ward is probably interrogating her right now.” May began pacing around again. “Coulson, we have to do something to save her, Coulson!” May panicked. He thought for a moment about what to say to his panicking girlfriend. Coulson sighed deeply before answering. “There is.” He hesitated. “But you won’t like it.” He stared down at the ground. “What is it?” May asked now all perked up and open to any option available to save her Skye.
“A trade…or more like a sacrifice.”