Agents Of SHIELD Imagines

Lance Hunter

"Coulson?" I asked, knocking on his office door.
"Come in." An unfamiliar voice said.
"Sorry... Sir, would you know where Coulson is?" I asked.
"Coulson isn't here right now." The man said.
"I just need to update him... Do you know when he will be back?" I asked.
"He isn't coming back anytime soon. He escaped." The man said.
"Escaped?!" I asked.
"Now what was the update about?" He asked.
"Oh its nothing." I said, stepping backwards towards the door.

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As I sat silently on the bed, the basement door opened and Bobbi walked in.
"Bobbi you have to let me out of here!" I cried standing up.
"I cannot." She said.
"You work for Gonzales?" I asked.
"Your quite far behind." She said.
"Where's Lance?" I asked.
"May has taken over here as Gonzalez goes looking for Coulson." Bobbi said.
"May would never defy Coulson." I said.
"I'm afraid she already has." Bobbi smiled.
"Where's Hunter?" I asked again.
"He's out on a mission. He'll be back soon" Bobbi smiled, leaving.

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"______?" A familiar voice asked.
"Hunter?" I called.
"No its me." Fitz said.
"Leo! Please tell me you are to get me out of here?" I cried.
"I can, your going to have to go through the secret passage in Coulson's office and I'll meet you in a taxi outside." He said.
"Your leaving?" I asked.
"Coulson is S.H.I.E.L.D not this." He said releasing me from the cage.
"Run. You have five minutes." He said, running out...

Leo's POV

"Fitz?!" Coulson asked, surprised.
"I opened the box Sir." I said.
"Where are you?" Hunter asked.
"I'm in the toilets. We were being followed and she was locked in the cell before we got out, I needed to distract them from her." I said.
"Simmons? In a cell?!" Hunter laughed.
There was knocking on the door.
"I dont have much time. We need help." I said.
Hunter stopped laughing.
"So Simmons is back at the hotel?" He asked.
"No..." I gulped.
"Who?" He asked.
"______" I sighed.
"Is she ok? Is she hurt? Why was she in the cell?" Hunter bombarded.
"We will get you out. Sit tight." Coulson said, signing off...

Lance's POV

As Fitz sprinted towards the jet I realized _____ was not with him.
"Where is _____?!" I shouted at him.
"She was shot as we were running, she told me to get to you, she was protecting me and the box." He panted.
"You did good Fitz. Hunter, go find her." Coulson said.
I nodded grabbing the icer and running off in the direction Fitz came from.
I iced the two agents that followed a limping _____.
"How bad?" I asked, running over.
She pulled back her hand which is soaked in blood.
"Not that bad." She said.
This caused me to smile, the worst injuries were never bad to her.
As we jogged towards the jet she started to limp heavily.
A blood trail was behind us.
I picked her up and ran the rest of the way.
"Fitz!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.
"Lance please! Keeps your voice down." She moaned.
"How bad is it?" Coulson asked.
"The more she moves the worse she bleeds." I said.
Fitz nodded as I lay her down on the seats.
"You'll be ok." Fitz told her.
"Of course I will." She said, managing a small smile.
"And how do you know that?" I asked.
"Because Fitz is good at what he does." She said.
"Your thinking about Simmons." He said.
"Leo dont doubt yourself." She chided.
"First name bases?" I asked.
"Jealous much?" She teased, wincing as Fitz removed the bullet.
"Only when its over you." I smiled pressing my lips to her forehead...