Philinda Stuff

How it shouldve gone:

Its unedited and totally random 🤷‍♀️

Basically this is just how I personally wanted them to find May after Radcliffe took her.

Takes place in episode "the man behind the S.H.I.E.LD"
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Coulson looked down at his tired feet as he walked, him and half of his team had just gotten back from a long trip in Russia and they were all exhausted.

  His head slowly rose as he came into the main part of the zefer, his eyebrows coming together as FitzSimmons ran into the room.

  "What's up guys?" Daisy asked. They both came to a halt looking at eachother.

"It's not good." Simmons said looking at Fitz who tapped the iPad a few times before something appeared on the screen.

"I've been trying to trace the framework source code..." Coulsons heart sank, knowing whatever it was he was about to hear was a downplay to finding May.

"What did you find?" He asked. Fitz took a breath and looked back towards the screen.

"Nothing, that's the thing. The code doesn't stay in once device long enough. It pings from one to another so I can't trace it." Daisy came to a realization and she tore her eyes away from the screen to look towards the team.

"So if they're using this much data, the framework should be absolutely massive." Coulson shook his head as he swallowed back a ball that had formed in his throat.

"Find it."Coulson said, his eyes still trained on the screen. "Find something!" He pleaded. He turned to face fitz who was staring at him.

"Sir... I can't find her with this data." Coulson huffed a breath.

"We don't leave our people behind!" Fitz coward back nodding a little. "A-alright... I'll get to work." Coulson turned away crossing his arms, staring back at the screen.

  "Sir?" A British voice called.

  "Yes, Simmons." Coulson muttered, not letting his eyes tare away from the screen.

  "I've analyzed what potential risk we're looking at for May and Mace." Coulson turned to eye her.

  "How bad?" He asked, noticing her nervous manner. She exhaled deeply and took a step towards him.

  "Which would you like for me to start with?" Simmons asked. Coulson shrugged a shoulder.

"Simmons just tell me..." he begged. She could tell how hopelessly stressed out he was.

"Right well Mace was hard to tell because we don't know what on earth they are doing to him but with May, I'm afraid her injuries are a little more clear."

Coulson fixed his stance, nodding at every word.

"May is more than likely to experience a kind of brain trauma..."

  "Like what?" Simmons bit her bottom lip.

  "Sir I-"

  "Like what?!" Coulson said a bit shaper, making Simmons look down for a second.

  "Permanent cognitive dysfunction, or trouble with remembering things and day to day function." Coulson placed his hand on a chair and let go of a sharp breath. "Also cerebral atrophy which is the loss of neurons in the brain."

  Simmons paused and coward back a little.

  "Or death..." she finished, watching as the last bit of light in Coulsons eyes drained. He gripped the chair so hard his fingers turned a shade of white. "Sir-"