Cursed // Fitzsimmons

Jemma

She couldn't see anything, nothing for a while. All her eyes captured for what what felt like forever was the black bag that was obviously over her head. She felt the jumps of the vehicle she was in going over speed bumps and through potholes at a high rate of speed. Jemma couldn't steady herself either, because her hands were tied securely behind her back.

Finally, after maybe 7 hours, she heard a voice. "Simmons. Hey, Simmons. Get up. We're here." It was a familiar voice, almost like the one of a former colleague... "Simmons, if you don't get out of this van right now-"

"Fine, fine." She cut him off. She scooted, still blind, toward the edge of the van, and the voice. It was definitely Ward's, she concluded.

Strong hands grabbed her upper arm when Jemma got close enough to the edge of the vehicle. Gruffly, she was passed to someone else and marched through what felt like a parking lot. Her boots clacked along the pavement through the long walk until she, an unknown lackey, Ward, and who knows who else reached a door. The biochemist heard a key card being swiped, and the door unlocking, opening, and closing.

Ward then suddenly took the bag off her head. With a cruel, sickening smile he said, "Dr. Simmons, welcome to Hydra."

He stalked off to some other important business ensuing on his wicked base, while the lackey took her through many twisting and turning halls to her cell. It was small- one cot in a corner, toilet and sink in another. Jemma was happy about the door, though. It was solid metal with a sliding panel, presumably for meals. It gave her some privacy.

"Go ahead." The thug stated gruffly, releasing his grasp on her arm. Simmons did as she was told, stepping in, and turning around to watch the door close.

After the 7 hour van ride, she needed that toilet. Once all that business was done she had time to think, which was both good and dangerous.

Why am I here?
What does Hydra want with me?
Oh dear, are they going to torture me?
What information could I possibly have?

Her whims were cut short by her cell door opening with an eery creak. Ward was on the other side, and he stepped in.

"Now, Simmons," he began, clasping his hands in front of him, "I don't want to hurt you. Really, I don't. But... You have information that Hydra really needs. Remember that portal you went through and then you were trapped on a planet for six months?"

"Six and a half," she corrected, "and I'd rather not recall that place."

"Of course, of course. Well, you won't have to. All we want to know is how you got back."

"Why do you want to know that?"

"The why is not what matters. It's the how. So, how did you do it?"

"I'm not telling you."

"Now, Jemma," Ward smiled that same sinister smile. "If you don't want to cooperate, we're going to have to use... Other methods."

"Is that some way of telling me you'll torture me?"

He stopped smiling and looked her square in the eye.

"Precisely."

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Kinda short but I like this chapter a lot.

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