X marks the spot

Maveth

"Come on, kiddo. Where's that smile? Where's that spark? Where's the firecracker I knew?" At the taunt, Aaron tried to rush Ward - despite his hands being tied - but he was pulled back. Ward smirked, "There he is." Ward then grabbed the boy and pushed him infront of himself. Aaron was in the middle of Fitz and Ward.

The planet they were on had a blue hue to it. One that, if this was any other scenario, would look nice. But, in this case, it just made seeing harder. Well, for some. For Aaron, his darkness loved this. It loved this chaos. It loved this fear. It loved this dark lighting. It loved it all.

At least someone was having fun.

The place was rocky too. Very rocky. Pretty much a desert from earth but only with a blue hue. Maybe there was life on this planet. Well, that was what HYDRA wanted anyway.

Fitz did a 180. And Ward came to a halt on one side of him, Aaron on another. The boy started looking around - whether or exits or to see this new place in full - Ward did not know for sure.

"Is something wrong?" He asked the Scottsman.

Fitz turned again, looking away from his pad, he didn't answer. Instead, he only started walking again.

Ward's temper rose, "Fitz." He called out, walking after the man and dragging Aaron along with him.

They came to a hill, with a spike like rock formations sticking out of the ground.

"Go ahead and scout that ridge." Ward ordered his solider. The man want to do that instantly. Again, Fitz didn't talk, he only stared at his pad.

"We have less than six hours to find the next portal and go home." Ward reminded the man. Christ, time flies by when you don't know what the fuck's going to happen to you.

"Why don't you shut the hell up so I can concentrate?" Fitz spat at Ward, "This program's a work in progress, designed from Simmons' limited data and hypothetical calculations." Fitz turned and showed Ward the pad, "See? Our exit location is determined by the position of the --" Fitz said as he started to approach him.

"Just figure it out." Ward jumped in with. And, FItz tried to. He reached for Ward's gun, only for it to not go his way and for him to end up rolling down a hill. Now with a damaged nose. Ward was running down right after his "brother". He picked him up harshly, bringing his arm back behind him. Fitz groaned, "Let me be clear," Then he knocked Fitz down as a gun was pointed right at him - another at Aaron, "If I don't make it back, Simmons will be killed -- slowly, horribly. It'd be all your fault. Is that what you want?"

"What do you want? Why are he were?" Fitz asked. To be honest, Aaron had no idea either. The man had seemed to be on his own path, only for that to turn out to be working for HYDRA yet again. And, by circumstances, so was Aaron.

He was back in binds in their possession.

"Find some ancient, mythical creature. Wake up, Ward. This is a snark hunt, and the only reason Malick sent you is because you're expendable." Fitz could be fiery when he needed to be. Then again, everyone had hidden sides to themselves.

"Sir, over here!" A HYDRA soldier called.

"Move." Ward ordered as Fitz put a hand to his head, "Move!"

"Give him a minute." Aaron defended.

Ward, however, scoffed and approached the boy, "I swear, anything from you and I will leave you here. You got it?" He threatened.

Aaron gave him a cruel smile, "And I'd still find a way off just to fucking spite you."

Ward looked like he wanted to say something. Do something. But, he restrained himself and only went to the man who had called him over.