***
The SUV is still on its roof and smoking, there is no sign of Creel. Hunter is breathing hard trying to right himself. "Hey, Idaho. Idaho, can you hear me?" Idaho's eyes staring unblinking, he is dead, too. Hunter tries to reach out to Idaho but can't, he lets out a noise of frustration. He starts banging on the door trying to fee his pinned hand. "Come on! Damn it! Come on!"
It falls to the roof, freed. He looks out the broken window over Hartley's body and sees a motorcycle heading toward them, he pulls out his gun. The motorcycle stops at the SUV and someone walks around to Hunter's side of the vehicle. He readies himself but it's May whose face appears in the open window. He gives a big relieved sigh and lowers his gun.
"Creel's on foot. But he won't be for long." Hunter informs her.
"Hartley and Idaho?" May asked.
"Dead," May glances inside the SUV, grimaces then stands. Hunter can hear the noise of her hitting on the door. "It's no use. It's jammed."
May appears in the window again. "We have to get you out of here!"
Hunter shakes his head. "My leg is pinned. Don't worry about me. There's no time."
They hear tires squealing and May looks over. "Soldiers are coming."
"Creel has the damn thing that burned Hartley! You need to get him! Go!" Hunter said.
May looks at him for a moment then takes something off her outfit and hands it to him, it looks like a small baton or a flashlight. "Good luck." she said.
Hunter takes a hold of the device as she runs back to the motorcycle, starts it up and takes off. Turns out I was wrong about what she gave him. It seems to be some sort of welding machine that he uses to try and open the door and fee himself. He gets the door open and is able to get to his feet as three Humvees arrive. He limps around to the front of the SUV so the soldiers can see him standing there. He turns and looks at the wreckage as the soldiers get out, guns drawn and move toward him.
"Hands on your head! On your knees!" a soldier yelled.
Hunter puts his hands up on his head as he turns toward them then lowers himself to his knee, painfully. A soldier arrives behind him and takes his arms down putting him in hand cuffs as he pants and closes his eyes.
***
The roof of the Playground is open and the Quinjet is landing inside the hangar, parking next to The Bus. The ramp opens and Skye and Trip get off the plane.
"I still can't raise Hunter or Hartley on the comms." Skye said.
"Not surprised. Radio silence on the op is protocol." Trip replied, not worried.
"Still, Hartley was in pretty bad shape when we left her. You think we'd have heard something by now." Skye said.
***
They both exit the hangar and enter into the compound walking in the hallways. "No need to think the worst till it shakes your hand and says hello." Trip tells her.
"Is that another one of your grandma's sayings?" Skye asked.
Trip laughs. "Fortune cookie. I had some Kung Pao chicken the other night."
"Maybe Coulson's heard from them." Skye suggested.
They stop walking and they can hear Coulson's voice. When he comes into frame he's speaking to a couple of S.H.I.E.L.D. worker. "I need a complete inventory by the time Agent Koenig returns, food, fuel, ammo, understood?" The Agent nods their head and walks away as Coulson turns to Skye and Trip. "You got the Quinjet. Well done."
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Hail HYDRA | Skyeward
FanficThis is an AU. ----------------- Skye was undercover in the Rising Tide for HYDRA, knowing that her mission would be to get intel from SHIELD with her partner/boyfriend Grant Ward, Skye was raised from birth by John Garret. Grant Ward was an underco...