Remembering Freedom

Captured

Jemma didn't think much of it when Doctor Hartman came in to check her monitors and hand Clint a coffee after his night watch. She asked all the normal questions and wished them a good morning before leaving. That is until a wave of drowsiness came over her the same time Clint slumped over in the chair, the coffee spilling onto the floor. Before she could call for help, the drug quickly pulled her into unconsciousness as well.

When she awoke, Jemma immediately took in her surroundings. She was lying in a Queen sized bed, the sheets pulled up under her arms. The room was fairly large, with a dresser and closet taking up one wall. The second thing she realized was that there were no IVs attached to her arm, and the full body pain came seconds after that realization. She bit her lip and pushed herself up using her bandaged hand, which pulled at the stitches. The next thing she realized was that Clint was nowhere to be seen. Where was he? Who had taken them? Was Dr. Hartman HYDRA?

She fell back on the bed as the door unlocked and swung open, the action sending pain everywhere. Her entire body froze as she caught a familiar pair of dark eyes staring down at her. Grant Ward.

"It's nice to see a familiar face, isn't it Jemma?"

"Where's Clint?" She spat, ignoring the condescending smile he was giving her. "What did you do to him?"

Shutting the door behind him, the grin never faltered. "Doctor Hartman was easy to control...would do anything to protect her daughter. Had her drug you and Barton." He let out a small humorless laugh. "Little known fact about Clint Barton: a childhood trauma left him with 80% hearing loss. When he joined S.H.I.E.L.D., they gave him top of the line implants. Turns out those implants can be destroyed with a few well-placed shocks."

"Why are you doing this?" The tears in her eyes weren't just from the pain. "What are you trying to gain?"

"I thought you were smart Jemma." He leaned down until their faces were inches apart. "I want what I've always wanted. I want Skye."

"If you think doing this will make her care than you're in worse shape than I thought." She smiled through the pain.

"I would behave if I were you." The sound of a pained cry could be heard through the wall next door and it was like she was back at HYDRA. At her wide-eyed expression, he smiled. "You seem to have a soft spot for tortured men and you wouldn't want Barton being punished for your disobedience now would we?"

Jemma reluctantly clamped her mouth shut. Ward would be harder to fool than Volkov was. He knew her...and James wasn't here. He was trapped in the Soldier. Barton was most likely tied up and she was in too much pain to move at the moment. Natasha and Steve would come, no doubt. She would just have to behave long enough.

.........

May stood off to the side, watching as Steve had an arm wrapped around a furious Natasha, keeping her from slamming the Doctor against the wall and answering her questions. To be completely honest, she was thinking the same thing. Phil seemed to be the only rational person at the moment.

He was talking to the trembling woman in hushed tones, an arm wrapped around her shoulders. When Phil's face tightened in anger, he sat her down and turned to May. "It was Ward."

Natasha had stilled, brushing off Steve's arm. "Grant Ward?"

At Steve slightly confused expression, Phil explained. "Grant Ward is a Specialist. He used to be a member of this team before he turned out to be HYDRA. He has an obsession with one of our agents, Skye. He used to be her SO. He threatened Hartman's daughter if she didn't drug Jemma and Barton." Phil ran a hand down his face. "This has to be about Skye."