Cursed // Fitzsimmons

Fitz 3

Jemma had only slept 20 minutes when Ward came stalking back around the corner.

Just leave her be, poor girl. Fitz thought. She'd gone through so much these past few days, she deserved a little sleep. The resting girl probably heard his footsteps, shifting in Fitz's embrace. Creaking, the cell door opened.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Ward started mockingly, "Was she sleeping? I would HATE to wake her up." He yelled.

Jemma could stay asleep no longer. "Fitz?" She looked up, dazed.

"It's okay, Jemma, go back to sleep. And shut up Ward." He wrapped his arms protectively around his girl.

Ward laughed a little. "Don't get too comfy, love birds. I just had to get the interrogation room set up for you two. Get up."

Fitz complied immediately, not wanting to risk any more injuries to Simmons. After he was up, he turned and took the still a bit confused Jemma's hands, pulling her to a standing position as well.

"Come with me." Ward spun on his back heel.

Wrapping his right arm around Jemma's waist, the scientists followed Ward through many hallways and corridors, the anxiety of what Ward built for them looming.

The trio reached a large metal room with a steel table and three chairs in various places. Ropes of all lengths and materials were laid on the table along with handcuffs, tools, and weapons that Fitz knew were meant for him and Jemma. The young engineer swallowed, knowing he had to be strong for her.

"Do me a favor, will you? Fitz, you sit down in the chair by the far wall, and Simmons, you sit in the chair near me." Ward sat directly in front of the the menacing table, crossing his legs. Jemma was fully alert now, and feisty as ever. She considered taking the mallet that was on the table and giving Ward's head a good whack, but where would that get her? Coulson was probably on his way, anyway.

"What the heck is this?" Fitz asked, reluctantly sitting in his assigned seat.

"This, Fitz, is where I get answers."

"We're not gonna give you anything."

"Do you even know what I want?" Grant now uncrossed his legs and leaned forward. To his left, Jemma sat down also.

Fitz kept his eyes in Jemma's direction. "Not really, no. But I'm not gonna tell you, whatever it is."

"Ok, then. I'll tell you. There is an ancient being on the planet, and Hydra wants to bring it back. It's very simple."

"Well, I couldn't help if I wanted to. I have no clue how to get that thing back here."

"Oh, that's too bad." Ward pouted, then stood and hand cuffed both of his former teammates.

Fitz kept his eyes locked on Simmons, but she kept hers glued to the floor. He knew how much pain she was in, and she was probably doing well not to wince every time she breathed.

Stepping back, Ward admired his handiwork dutifully. He suddenly clapped his hands together, which made Jemma jump. "Who wants to go first?"

The pair stayed silent.

Turning to the table now, Ward took a deep breath. "Ok. Fine then. Fitz, I'll start with you, since Simmons here obviously doesn't care about herself." A large knife caught Ward's eye, so he picked it up.

"Ward," Jemma finally spoke, "Don't do this. Don't hurt him."

He cocked his head to the side, sharpening his knife. "Why not? You gonna spill it finally?"

The scientist bit her lip. If she could just stall long enough, maybe Coulson would get here and bust them out. "No..."

"C'mon Simmons, please. I know you're in pain. I know you're hungry and tired. If you just tell me how to get it back, we can go get you fixed up. I promise." Ward almost sounded sincere for a moment.

"Ward, you and I both know that won't hap-" Simmons was cut off by a clack of metal on the concrete floor. Her head snapped in Fitz's direction, who looked terrified. She realized what the clang was. The dwarf.

"Fitz," Ward spat through clenched teeth, "What the heck is this?" He picked up the poor dwarf, then smashed it under his boot heel.

Angrily, Ward spun and faced the table, surveying it menacingly. He found his pistol on the far left corner, and picked it up. He then turned, aimed, and shot. The slug hit Fitz directly in the right shoulder.

"FITZ!! Oh my gosh, Ward!! What'd you do?!" Ward didn't say anything, he just turned and pointed the gun at Jemma.

Fitz was crying now. He knew that was bad for Jemma but he couldn't help it. His shoulder burned like fire. Previously, he'd underestimated the pain of a bullet.

"He got what he deserved. Lying to me like that." Spoke Ward finally. Trembling with rage, the handgun shook in his grasp, and his jaw was clenched. "Do you have anything on you, Jemma? Do I need to check you?"

"No, Ward. God, no."

"Has he had that robot the entire time?" Neither of them responded. Fitz didn't even hear the question. He was numb. In response to their silence, Ward put the barrel to Simmons' head.

"Yes! He's had it the whole time, Ward." Jemma closed her eyes and tried to imagine she was somewhere else, somewhere safe. Of course, her cruel reality said otherwise.

Ward dug the pistol into the back of her head farther. "This is your absolute last chance, Simmons. If you don't tell me what I want to know, I'll kill you."

She was going to respond, but a sudden explosion came from down the hall, leaving her caught under the rubble.

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Wow that was really long. Anyway, I only have two more chapters and maybe an epilogue planned. So sad.

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