The pressure of his head on her lap was oddly comforting and reassuring. It reminded her that she wasn't necessarily here all alone; there was someone else in this with her. She sat up against the cold hard wall of the small unlit room and absently mindedly stroked the hair on his head. To say she had been counting the minutes would be an understatement. She had been counting the seconds since she had woken up in the pitch black room, paranoid about the time in which it would take her partner to rejoin the land of living and how long it would take them both to be rescued. The sudden change in movement as her partner's head gently eased off her lap made her jump a little, but she quickly relaxed when she realized what was happening.

"Skye?" He immediately asked voice raspy and quiet.

"Hey looks like the robot finally reboot. How you feeling super spy?"

"I've felt worse. How long was I out?" Ward asked moving his head out of Skye's lap and positioning his body up against the wall next to her.

"Since I woke up, you have been out for 1 hour 33 minutes and 7 seconds. Give or take a few seconds."

He nodded and began to get up off the ground. The room was so dark all Skye could make out was his silhouette even though he was literally standing right in front of her.

"Ward, don't bother, I spent like forever trying to find a way out. There is nothing. We're stuck."

After slowly moving around the room, hands running along each of the small four walls, and coming to his own, but same conclusion, Ward made his way back to Skye and sat back down next to her. "You good Rookie?"

"I'm fine. Just a little cold. It is cold in here right? That's not just me?"

"Not just you."

"Good. When do you think the team is going to bust in here and rescue us?"

"Soon. They'll come."

"Good. I'm getting kind of bored."

They sat in silence for a few more minutes, until Skye decided that was enough.

"You know you never taught me how to hold up under torture. Are you up for giving a crash course?" Skye asked with a slight light heartedness to her tone.

"Skye."

"Ward."

"I'm not going to give you a crash course. It's not going to come to that. Don't worry. These guys didn't have a history of violence or anything. We are going to be fine. We just have to be patient."

"But-"

"Skye don't worry."

"Fine," Skye said. "I'm not good at being patient though," she mumbled.

They fall back into the solemn silence once again, not saying a word to each other. Suddenly the once pitch back room is filled with bright white light. Ward darts up immediately, the sudden change seems to not faze him. On the other hand, Skye takes a moment to gather her bearings, the abrupt contrast from being in total darkness and now in bright light causing her to be momentarily blinded as her senses adjust. She quickly gets up though, and stands behind a battle ready Ward.

There is a large bang as a door opens and slams against the wall. They had both felt the indentation of the door in the wall before, but it was no help to them because there were neither hinges on the wall nor a doorknob on the actual door itself. It was one way, and they were not the right way. Three large, buff, fairly ugly, men walk into the room, and another stands in guard in the doorway. There is no better way to describe their demeanor other than to say they were all the epitome of pure ugly anger.

"Take the girl," the largest of the group said in a harsh Russian accent. To his left, his partner moves forward in an attempt to grab Skye, but Ward blocks him and sends his fist crashing into the man's face. The man stumbles backward onto the floor and almost instantaneously out of nowhere; Ward is seizing and falls to the ground in a fit. The last of the three had pulled a Taser gun and had shot an unexpecting Ward.

"Ward!" Skye yells as she follows him to the ground as he seizes and shakes from the high electrical jolts being given to his body.

"Grab her now," the leader says, and the man that had originally tried to grab Skye forcefully rips her up off the ground and begins to drag her out of the room. She kicks and screams, but it is little use considering the man dragging her away is at least three times her size.

"Ward! Ward! Grant!" Skye yells desperately. She cranes her head to look back into the room only to see Ward still lying tensely on the floor. Skye sees the other man smash his boot into Ward's head, rendering him completely unconscious. This gives Skye a sudden boost of energy and she thrashes against the man and yells profanities against him. "LET GO YOU FUCKIN ASSHOLE! GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!" Skye screams, but even though she is squirming, and kicking, and thrashing about, the man's grip only tightens and she is led out of the room completely and down a dimly lit hall, away from Ward.