Backfire
Leopold whipped his head around to find Holden Radcliffe beside him, and before he knew it, his gun was slid from his grip and Radcliffe had knocked him across the face with the butt of his pistol. A searing pain spread through his skull as he was taken by the collar at gunpoint.
Regret washed over Radcliffe’s face, and he grimaced, glancing down at Jemma’s lifeless form, then back to the Doctor.
“Oh Fitz, what have I done?” The man breathed, life sucked from his voice, as he dragged Leopold to the next room, where others from the SHIELD rebel alliance were waiting around the portal. “This was never my intention.” He shook his head solemnly, pausing at the ledge.
He nodded across the wide area at Skye, a former Hydra agent--an Inhuman. In a blink, she had opened the portal, and Radcliffe was hissing words into the Doctor’s ear.
“Just...don’t blame yourself. It was all my fault. I’m so sorry Fitz.”
And then wind was rushing around him as he fell through the tear in the coding.