Hand in Hand

So Cold

Philinda pairing, what if a winter storm hit when May was trying to leave?

Rated K+

Disclaimer: I do not own Agents of Shield or make any profit off this

She had packed her bag, cleaned her room, and placed the note on his pillow. Now she stood at the end of the base and looked back one last time before stepping out into the snow. She was doing the right thing...Coulson had made it clear that she wasn't wanted so why stick around? Plus, she didn't think she could survive another day with his accusing gaze burning holes in her heart. Her leaving was best for them all.

Taking a breath she trudged out into the winter day, it should only take her about an hour to get out of this forest and back to the main road. However, after twenty minutes or so she realized that something was wrong. The softly drifting snow was now rushing around her, obscuring her vision, and the cold breeze had turned into an icy wind, biting at her cheeks and nose. A storm was coming and she was stuck in the middle of it. Turning back was pointless now she knew that but she would have to find some sort of shelter until this passed.

Stumbling through the icy coated snow and tried to see where she was going and what was ahead of her but it was useless. Eventually her foot caught something and she crashed down into the snow, her head hitting a small rock and knocking her out.

Coulson's plane had been forced to land in the snow a half-mile from the base because flying too close in the storm would ensue havoc. He knew May would lecture him for leaving the plane out in the snow but he wouldn't mind, he deserved lecturing. He'd been thinking and had come to the conclusion that he'd been too harsh with May, and yelling at her to leave was something he regretted. The first thing to do once he got back to the secret base was apologize to her, she didn't deserve any more of his wrath.

Climbing out of the plane he started to walk back towards the secret base, which he could see somewhat through the storm when he spotted something a few yards off. He couldn't quite make out what...or who was lying in the snow but he figured it was best to find out, he couldn't just leave someone out to die, enemy or not. Rushing towards the figure he knelt down beside the unconscious person and cautiously pulled them to face him. Upon seeing the unmistakable face of Melinda May he nearly cried out in horror.

"Oh God, May...May..." He ripped off his gloves to hold her face and found it ice cold minus the warm blood on the side of her forehead.

"Come on, you're going to be okay." He whispered, scooping her up in his arms and practically running back to the base, which proved to be a hard task considering the fact they were both in snowsuits and she was unconscious. He burst into the base and was completely unfazed by the fact no one else was in sight, the only thought on his mind was the woman in his arms. Shoving the door to his rooms open with his foot he tripped over to the bed, laying her on the plush blankets. Then he worked with shaking hands on unzipping her coat and snowsuit, too many layers would prevent her from warming up. Next he took off boots, to find that luckily her socks were still dry her gloves and the knitted mittens beneath them were a different story. Somehow she'd managed to get them soaking wet, and her hands were freezing to the touch, pale as the snow he'd found her in.

Finally she was free of her wet clothing, left with a grey sweater, black leggings and her knitted beret that was barely clinging to her damp and slightly curly hair. Now he wrapped her seemingly tiny form in all the blankets he could find. With the relief of her being okay setting in he started to take in his surroundings, the room was a mess and he was shivering. So he removed his winter clothes as well, being able to function better without eight layers of coats and scarves. Then he folded her winter things and set them aside, at least she wouldn't yell at him for not folding her things therefor making them wrinkle.