Stand With Ward

Chapter 7 Torture

(Warning: there is blood and violence in this chapter)

"Dammit." Mia mumbled under her breath. Of course they went in the wrong limo. The worst part was that she was drunk. She looked at Ward with worry. He looked at her and nodded. It was their signal. Ward took the gun and the driver tried shooting it but they both moved away and it ended up hitting the middle seat. He then put the gun to the drivers head. "Unlock the doors." He demands. "Too late." The driver says and he puts on a mask. Smoke fills the air. Ward drops the gun and they both go unconscious.

Mia woke up. Everything was blurry. She could tell that she was in a metal room and one of her hands were chained to a wall. She tried moving her hand. "Ugh!" She exclaimed. She realized she woke Grant up. He tryed to move his arm. "Dammit." He realizes whats happened. 'If you would of payed attention to the car and not Mia you wouldnt be here' He thought to himself. "Worst hangover ever." She mumbles. "Do you have something to get us out of these?" Grant says, referring to the handcuffs. She thinks about it. She had a clothes pin on her attaching her bra to the dress. She trys to take it out. Grant looks at her wierdly. "What the hell are you doing?" He asks. "Saving your ass.... Again." She says, finally getting the pin. She scoots more towards Ward and trys to pick the lock. That was her specialty. She got it in 15 seconds. Ward got up and stumbled back down. "Bad idea." He says, rubbing his head trying to rid of the throbbing head ache he had. She unlocks hers and does the same. "You were right." She says, almost falling. She notices a table with a chair on one side. Shit. This was a interrogation room. She sees a small table flank of the bigger one. It had knifes, rope, some kind of needle, and a gun. "Shit." She exclaims. 'Are you serious?' She thought. They were probably going to be tortured. "What?" Grant asks, rubbing his head. "On the table, theres torture weapons." Mia sighs. "Were you trained to withstand torture?" He mumbles. Um hell no, she thought. "Nope. Coulson trained me." She says, putting her head in her hands. "And your an offical agent?" He exclaims. 'She wasnt trained to do that? Figures. Coulsons a softie. He had to ask Coulson about her training when they got back.' He thought.

"You can not give them any information. No matter what they do." He says sternly. "Damn." She yells. Oh. That hurt. Her head started throbbing. "Dont yell it hurts." She warns him. He laughs. "Rookie." He mumbled. That word hit her hard. He used to call skye that. He notices shes looking at him and looks away. Why does she have to look at him like that? Mia trys getting up and immediatly regrets it. She leans on the table. If was as if her head was a weight. She took a deep breath and repopened her eyes, trying to stabilize her self. "We have to figure out a plan. Mia says, leaning her back on the table. Ward finally gets up and almost tripped, causing Mia to smile on the inside. "For starters, take the weapons on that table." He says grabbing the gun and taking the safe off. I grabbed the knife and put the kneedle in my pocket. I prefer guns but I was ok with knives. "Theyre gonna come in any second." I state. Ward nods and practices moving the gun around. "What is it an ounce over?" I joke. He looked confused at how I knew that but stayed silent.

Armed men ran through the room. Mia managed to stab at least 3 and Ward shoot 4 or more. But then one of the stabs her in the side of the stomach. She rips in out and whimpers in pain, immediately replacing it with a sly smirk. The guy catches her off guard and ties her to the chair, and holds a gun to Wards head. They put Grant in the corner and her in the chair. Shit, she thought. This wasnt good. She struggles in the ropes. Her whole chest and stomach had ropes on them connecting her to the chair. She can hear someone come in. It was Casey. The guy she seduced. She puts a sly smirk on her face and prepares for the interrogation. She figured they thought she was the weak on so they put ward in the corner, (holding a gun to his head) and her in the torture chair. Casey sat at the other side of the table, facing Mia. "So we meet again Mia." He smirks. She says nothings and looks bored. The guards remove all her weapons. "Please. Give the lady and me some space." He waves the guards off. All of them leave except the two holding Ward.