Cursed // Fitzsimmons

Jemma 2

Ward had somehow moved her back to her dreary cell, as she was lying on her back on the worn cot. Apprehensive, she put a gentle finger on her face to try and measure the damage. Her cheeks were fine, no fractures but probably bruises. The same could not be said for her nose. Jemma was sure it was broken, as it felt exactly like when her father unintentionally broke it while trying to show her how to play basketball.

Laughing at her failed attempt to play sports, she remembered there was a mirror above her sink, a much better gauge as to the extent of her injuries. Quietly, she swung her legs over the side of the cot and made her way to the sink. Jemma looked down the whole way, steadying herself for what she might see. Finally, she looked up. What she saw, it didn't look like her. It looked like some monster who'd taken over her body. Her left eye was swollen and black, though she could just barely see out of it. And her nose, oh her nose. It was by far the worse looking part of her face. The hue of it was a purple-ish blue-ish type of color, and it was bent to one side, making it very difficult to breath. On her right cheekbone was another dark mark, and she figured it bruised the bone. Lastly, she scoped out her jaw. It was, predictably, bruised, but she could open and close her mouth just fine.

"Glad to see you're up," came a cold voice through the meal slot of her cell, "I'm sorry about my, um, outburst, last time we spoke."

Simmons stayed silent, and stared at Ward in the reflection of her mirror with hatred coursing through her veins.

He didn't seem shaken by her intense glare, and continued his speech. "I brought you some food, and I'm hoping that, in return, we can have a more civilized talk. But I still want answers, Simmons. And if you don't give them to me, well, you see what happens."

The biochemist now faced her former teammate. She didn't want to give Ward answers, but she hadn't eaten in a day and a half, and that food looked pretty good...

"Fine then, Ward. Maybe we can work something out." She wouldn't give Ward answers, not in a million years, but he seemed to buy her wanting to talk. Nodding, he unlocked the ancient cell door and stepped in.

Ward handed Jemma the tray of food. "You've made the right choice. Now, I'm going to be extra nice and tell you a secret. What secret, you ask? Why Hydra wants to go through the portal so very badly. You see, there's a very ancient, very powerful being over there, and I'm gonna bring him home. In a nutshell, anyway."

Jemma almost choked on her green beans. She couldn't believe how absolutely stupid Hydra was. That thing on the other side was powerful enough to take over the planet.

When she didn't respond, Ward kept talking. "I've spilled my secret, you spill yours. How do we get back, Simmons?"

She put the metal tray on the ground and just looked at him.

"Okay. That was your last chance."

Quick as a bullet, Ward had grabbed the tray and swung it toward her, connecting with her face. Pain soared up her already seething nose, sending her onto the floor in agony. This earned her a kick to the side, then another, and another. A fourth hit made her vomit her just eaten lunch all over the floor. She aimed for Ward's shoes, but she didn't quite make it. Ward came in for a fifth kick when a voice stopped him dead.

"Ward! Hey! Stop! Stop, and look at me!" It was Malick, just outside the door. "I've brought the girl a, uh, present of sorts."

The former S.H.I.E.L.D. specialist whipped his head around and opened the cell door. "What? What do you mean a pr-" he cut off when he saw what three of Malick's goons had behind him. It was Fitz, unconscious and bleeding profusely from a gash on his head.

"You see that, Jem?" Ward directed at the scientist. "We got your little boyfriend. Give up your secret, and we won't hurt him." He stalked out of the cell, making sure to give one more good kick to the girl's torso, and was gone. Malick threw Fitz in the confinement, then he stepped in himself.

"I'm sorry it has to be this way." He stated, being falsely sympathetic. Stooping down to Jemma's level on the chilly, solid ground, he cupped her face. "Y'know, you should've come to work for Hydra. We could've used a young talent like you."

In response, Simmons spat in his face. "I would never, ever, work for a coward like you."

Without another word, Gideon Malick wiped his face, stood, and left the cell, leaving Jemma alone on the ground with an unconscious Fitz.

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