Redback Widow V I Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. [16]

A Life Spent

"The Renewal lost me time and tokens! So if things don't start picking up around here, I'm gonna be doing some renewing of my own! Is that understood?!" Grill shouted. Drills whirred around us, hammers pounding against metal.

"Thinking I may have been wrong to trust Grill," Coulson admitted.

"This is what we call an understatement, no?" Yo-Yo, who had also been employed, asked.

"Well, the alternative was getting shot," I pointed out. "But, at least Daisy isn't stuck with the rest of us."

"Coulson, be careful. They're always watching," Mack warned.

"I know, but Virgil hid this thing. I got to figure out why," Coulson responded.

"He did it because this tin-can makes people crazy!" I felt a shock in my wrist, gritting my teeth and groaning as volts of electricity pulsed through my veins.

"New girl! Work faster!" a worker shouted.

"I'll show you fast, you--" I started.

"Asya," Coulson warned.

"He zapped me!" I objected. Mack grabbed a pipe, stalking towards Grill's office when he was stuck to the door. My fingers curled into fists as I watched him get electrocuted before being hit in the gut.

He came back over, casting a dark look at Grill's office. "Это было глупо. Перестань рисковать ради меня," I scolded.

"Я сделал это не для тебя. I was trying to get a look in that office. Grill's keeping that Scroll in the cabinet behind his desk," he said.

"That thing might get us into the levels where they're keeping Simmons," Coulson said.

"Well, he's got a handgun in there, too," he added.

"Humans aren't allowed to have guns," Yo-Yo said.

"Except for murder sports, apparently," Coulson said.

"Well, the point being, we need to tread lightly. Now, Yo-Yo, if you can get in there, maybe we can get that Scroll back," he said.

"Nice work, Mack," Coulson praised.

"You see? Not stupid. Recon," he said lowly to me.

-

I sighed, picking up some more scrap and bringing it over to the bucket to get sorted. It was tedious and mind-numbing, but I had to lay low.

Sticking out is basically begging for death.

And I wasn't gonna die. Not here, stuck in space prison.

The boys were out on a mission, and Yo-Yo was assigned to a different station, so we couldn't chat.

Those boys just had to keep themselves alive.

Just until we got out.

-

"Who needs some sleep? I'll take the next shift," Coulson volunteered as he entered.

"Nice try. You slept less than all of us," I shot back. I was agitated since Grill had threatened to kill the boys and May, starting with Mack and I couldn't do squat.

"Yeah, we gotta get back to salvage, anyway, so let's hope this does the trick," Mack said.

"It's gotta be remnants. Old transmissions in a gravitational feedback loop," the woman, Tess, said.

"I'm telling you, it's from the surface," May countered.

"That's impossible. Nothing can survive on the surface," Tess claimed.

"Virgil, come in. Do you read? We haven't heard from you in three days. Please respond. Have you secured the delegation?" a voice crackled through the radio.

"He's talking about us. We're the delegation," Coulson realized. "Whoever that is knows we're here, knows why we're here."

"So there's someone out there," I said. "We need to find them. We need to find a way to get up  there."

"No. You're not listening. Nothing can survive on the surface. That's where they send people to die,"