The Avenger's Soul

End of the Beginning (Part 2)

Skye's POV

"According to Index archives Nash has been on Shield's radar for about six years," I said as Coulson, May and I stood in the lab a few hours later.

Coulson stood at one of the tables and opened a wallet, which I was guessing was Blake's ID.

"Originally a bond trader in Canada doing very well for himself. Then the Canadian government recruited him to a secret department H-type program," I summarized.

"They were looking for people with psychic abilities," May said.

"Specifically people who could control human behavior, and Nash claimed he had a gift," I replied.

"Claimed?" May asked.

"According to records he couldn't affect a person's behavior. But he could, on occasion, predict it," I answered.

"But Shield crossed him off The Index after his accident because of his supposed catatonic state," Coulson chimed in as he nodded to the
monitor in the lab where we saw pictures of the accident as well as an illustration of a human body showing where the damaged occurred to the left side of Nash's head.

"Which he recovered from quite nicely," I pointed out.

"It was all a lie, just to throw Shield off his scent. You said Blake fired how many rounds?" Coulson asked as he looked over at May.

"I heard six. Why?" She told him as she walked over.

"Because there are only five missing from this magazine," Coulson noted. He set the mag he was holding down and picked up another one. "And one from here." Realization dawns on all of us. "These are Fitz's tag rounds."

"We can track him!" I said excitedly.

"Skye, check all the sat feeds find that signal."

"On it!" I rushed to say as I pulled back up my tablet and got to work.

"I'll get us in the air," May said.

*****

"I want this perimeter sealed. Two man teams on every exit," Coulson said as we got out of the vehicles as we arrived at what looked to be a race track in Pensacola, Florida.

"Yes, sir," I heard one of the soldiers reply.

"Fitz, you got a signal?" Coulson asked as Fitz and I walked up to him.

"94%, sir. Deathlok must be inside somewhere," Fitz answered.

"Possible civilians inside?" Asked May.

"Highly doubtful. This racetrack's been shut down for months," Fitz told her.

"Move out!" May instructed the soldiers behind her.

I started to walk away before I heard Ward speak up.

"Skye, run back end from the tactical van," I stared at him in shock as he pointed to the soldier standing next to Fitz. "You, I want you 6 feet from Skye at all times, weapons hot," he demanded.

"Ward, it's okay. I'm ready!" I argued. Coulson hadn't filled anyone on the team in about how I had helped out the Avengers in my absence & since only May, Fitz, & Coulson knew about my healing ability I could understand why he was worried about me but I could handle myself!

"Ward's right. I feel bad enough you're already back in the field. I'm not taking any chances with your safety," Coulson agreed. Looking over at me with a guilty expression on his face. I rolled my eyes as I looked from Coulson to Ward not happy with their call, but knowing nothing I said would change their minds.