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"You're a lot heavier than you look, Hydra boy," Agent 33 said as she plopped Ward down in the back of a black SUV,

"I told you, I was never-"

"Okay you were just shot three times and you actually think theres time right now for you to ramble on about your loyalties?" Agent 33 asked, "they're called priorities, agent Ward, get yours in order."

Agent 33 continued to shut the door of the car and climb inside. Ward felt twinges of pain all over his body, a non stop aching. His eyes fluttered open and shut as they drove down the bumpy street. He felt each small movement and every second that passed, he felt his wound bleed out despite the bandages that had been placed by agent 33. They drove for what seemed like hours yet could have easily been minutes.

"Okay, I think we'll be safe here," Agent 33 said, opening the door to reveal a...shack? Ward,with assistance of course, climbed out of the car and immediately collapsed to the ground. 33 rushed beside him and picked up his shirt just enough to see the bright red blood seeping through the gauze.

"How bad is it?" Ward whispered through heavy gasps. It was getting progressively harder for him to obtain a full breath and he could feel himself slowly slipping in and out of consciousness.

"Truth?" Agent 33 asked,

"That would be much appreciated," Ward muttered just before falling unconscious.

...

Coulson began to panic. Nothing anyone could say would lead coulson to leave Skye alone. Unless...

'No' Coulson thought to himself, 'She is not dead, she cant be dead.'

yet the rocks have been falling for almost a full 3 minutes, and he had not heard any indication that Skye was alive.

Mack had left. Coulson had convinced him to leave, assuring him of his return. But now, that promise seemed less likely to be kept as the minutes drew by.

It could be possible. Skye could be dead, this whole thing a reaction of the diviner that will just kill us all. Coulson was on the verge of turning to give up when a rock came tumbling beside him.

Then another.

Then another.

The rocks were falling more quickly now and Coulson feared that soon there would be nothing left of them or the temple. The rocks showered in random bursts. Sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes heavy and sometimes light, for 5 minutes. The speed and amount of rocks that fell wavered, almost as if the temple was crying.

Coulson searched for a reason to stay, a reason to hold on to the hope that Skye could somehow be alive.

The tumbling rocks had been showering at random, Coulson tried screaming her name yet he could not make a sound. Not over the sound of the earth shaking...turning the temple to rubble.

But then, it stopped. Everything. The earthquake, the rocks, and the darkness. All gone. Coulson slowly stood up, observing the ruins surrounding him. The tunnels were piled with dust and rock, minimal yet substantial room was left for an exit route. Beads of light bled in through small holed from above. Coulson's eyes shifted to the cement wall, still holding up strong. Coulson tumbled over rock after rock until he reached the wall,

"Skye!" Coulson yelled, his voice growing soft and tired from the continuous screaming, "Skye can you hear me!"

There was no response. He stuck his ear to the wall in an effort to hear. He knew she was there, that she was alive. He refused to believe otherwise. He strained to hear something...anything to tell him to stay.

And thats when he heard it.

It was not a yell or a whisper, nor words spoken. It was a cry. Small yet audible.

Coulson barely made out the sound, yet he could hear it. He heard the gentle sound of a sniff and a quiet sob,

"Skye?" Coulson asked. The air was quiet, the rocks and the temple stood still. It was then that coulson remembered what Skye's father had called her back in the ballroom. He had said a name so gentle and quiet that it almost didn't fit the rage and power of the Skye that he knew, yet it fit perfectly all the same. And then Coulson made his first mistake,

"Daisy?"

...

May had used the small pause of the earthquake to her advantage and before she knew it, she was out of the binding rocks. She hopped down over the rocks to where the entrance of the temple had been. And to nobody's surprise, the hole had been filled with rubble.

The only thing May could think to do was find the only two people she knew were above ground: Hunter and Bobbi. She jumped over rock after rock and weaved through the obstacle course constructed by the stones that had once held the ancient temple together. The new architecture of the building made it difficult to recognize where she was going. Just minutes ago, this building was a fully functional base now turned to rubble.

It didnt take long to find the pair, huddled in a corner by a staircase,

"Hey, lovebirds!" May shouted. Hunter and Bobbi's heads snapped up to see her. A small grin formed on both of their faces,

"Mind getting us the hell out of here?" Hunter called to Melinda. It was then that she noticed that Bobbi had been trying to lift a rock off from on top of Hunters leg. May dashed over to where Bobbi was kneeling,

"How bad is it?" May whispered. Bobbi made sure that Hunter wasn't looking,

"His leg is crushed. We might be able to save it but its not looking too hot," Bobbie looked at Hunter, "How are ya feeling, Hunter?"

"Just peechy," Hunter retorted. May hid a slight smile,

"Okay," She said, "Lets get this thing off you."

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"Daisy?"

Skye heard Coulson's small voice call out. Daisy. She stood up slowly from where she had been kneeling beside Tripp. The pressure of exerting so much power caused her to collapse...right beside what was left of Tripp's body. It was her fault. It was all her fault. What was it that Raina would say? Who will she become? Well this is what Skye became. A murderer. She killed tripp and who knows how many others with her earthquake.

But this wasn't Skye. This was what she became. This was Daisy.

And now she was angry.

The ground began to shake again, but this time, Skye didn't try to stop it. If Daisy is what they want, Daisy is what they'll get. The ground shook so fiercely that even Skye began to lose her footing. Tripp was dead because of her, because of what they did to her. What HYDRA, SHIELD, Cal, and everyone expected her to become. Skye fell to the ground, causing the cement walls surrounding her to shatter to pieces.

Crumbled on the ground, Skye looked up to see Coulson.

...

The ground shook so violently that Coulson feared there would soon be no way out. Coulson could tell that this earthquake was easily at least a 7.0 magnitude judging by the state of the temple, but Couslon's location so near to the diviner is what he expected elongated his survival. It was at that moment when he heard the loudest rumble he had ever heard. It was the wall. Coulson dove out of the way just in time for the cement to crash to the ground, causing a dust cloud to cover his vision.

Despite the aching in his neck, Coulson looked up at met eyes with Skye.

He rushed over to where she was collapsed on the ground. He took her head in his hands and saw the tears dripping from her eyes.

"Skye-" Coulson started,

"Leave!" Skye yelled, "You have to go!" Coulson shook his head in shock,

"What are you-"

"I said, Leave! Y-You have to go," Skye stuttered. Her eyes shut closed as she tucked her knees into her chest,

"Skye, I'm not leaving you here," Coulson said. It was then that he noticed that Tripp was no where to be seen, "Where's Tripp?"

Skye ignored him,

"Skye, where is Tripp?" Coulson asked again. Skye untucked her legs to reveal that she was clutching Tripp's dirt stained shirt,

"I killed him."