❝ they're gonna watch me disappear into the sun . . . ❞
[ a marvel fanfiction ]
[ agents of s.h.i.e.l.d ]
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❝ . . . you're all gonna watch me disappear into the sun...
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PERCHED IN THE CORNER OF THE LAB, Dougie found himself wondering what he'd ever done to deserve this.
He didn't have to wonder for long. In truth, he hadn't exactly lived the most moral life — he knew that. He accepted that. He didn't have much of a choice but to accept that, given that he was the one that had lived it. He knew he hadn't exactly always followed the law to the very letter, or in fact often even followed the same alphabet. Part of him wanted to say it wasn't his fault, wanted to blame anyone else — but he couldn't. He knew who was responsible for this. He knew who was to blame. He knew it was him, and only him. As hard as he tried to convince himself otherwise, it was him. He'd made his mistakes, and it was his mistakes alone that were causing this distrust between him and the S.H.I.E.L.D agents around him. His mistakes, and his alone. They were the reason he was alone here — while Skye was out saving the day, here he was trying desperately to stay as invisible and out of the way as possible.
That scary agent from earlier — Anne, Agent Harper, whatever she preferred to be called — had found him wandering around the halls of the Bus, hopelessly lost, a few moments after he'd been sent to find the lab by Coulson. She'd sighed, her mouth forming a straight line, and shaken her head before leading him down some stairs to where he was supposed to be. That genuinely wasn't his fault. Nobody had told him where the lab was, and, in his defence, he'd hardly had much time to try to memorise the layout of this weird plane given that his arrival here had followed him being knocked unconscious and essentially kidnapped.
This really wasn't his day.
Anne had abandoned him in the lab pretty quickly. She'd made him promise to be nice to Fitz and Simmons — the two scientists he'd met earlier, and the two nicest of the people he'd come across so far on this weirdo team — before doing some kind of awkward half-jog down the cargo ramp. For a moment, he'd considered following her and sneaking into the back of Skye's van, before thinking better of it. He wasn't exactly known for his subtlety, after all. Plus he was getting the distinct impression Anne didn't like him all that much.
He didn't have many people, Dougie. In fact, if he was being pedantic, he had one person. Skye. They may not have known each other for very long — and, though his heart hurt to admit it, she almost certainly wouldn't class him as one of her closest friends — but he'd known her for long enough. She'd been there for him when no one else had. It set him on edge, leaving her alone with the woman who had knocked him unconscious and kidnapped them both. Sure, they had Agent May with them — but Dougie didn't know her. All he knew was that she was silent and intimidating and Anne clearly looked up to her, if the admiration filled gazes she was shooting her way whenever May did speak were anything to go by — and the fact that Anne liked May was reason enough for Dougie to distrust her. Or rather, not entirely trust her. Coulson insisted Skye was in safe hands, and it wasn't as though Skye was some kind of helpless damsel either, but she was his friend. He worried for her. He couldn't help it.
