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They had left Shield to have a normal life.
A safe life.
A life more like those years tucked away on the Zephyr with Enoch and Alya as they took their time saving the world.
Yet the danger had somehow found them and just a few short days before Christmas no less.
Fitz would find the time to be upset about that later because right now there were more pressing issues that demanded his attention. Such as the last door into their lab and panic room was about to fail under the constant barrage of Chronicom Technology And the little girl that clung to him and shook with fear at the sites and sounds that surrounded her. Fitz had wrapped her in her blanket and she clutched her precious stuffed monkey that held a lemon, a nod to her father and uncle's loves, she had put a little christmas hat on him that Uncle Mack had sent just this morning.. She was crying but didn’t make a sound.
Her parents had built themselves a fortress in the form of a cottage but were under no delusion that they were safe. They were two of the brightest minds out there, had defied the laws of time and space, and created tech that most of the world would never even see. There were still plenty of threats out there that would love to use their talents. Then there were their connections to the friends and Shield.
In addition to the protection they had told her what to do should something like this happen. That it would be okay to be scared but she needed to be quiet so they could be safe until Shield arrived to help them. And she was doing just that.
“It’s okay Monkey,” FItz soothed as he adjusted her on his hip. Plan B was rapidly becoming their only option for getting out of this. Not all of the Chronicoms had been reset as a result of Kora’s powers. A contingent of Hunter’s led by Malachi had been off world when they had prevailed. Malachi was determined to finish what they’d started and was going to force FItzsimmons hand to do it for him, seeing the error in SIbyl’s ways and the wisdom of Enoch’s. And that meant he needed Fitzsimmons.
“Da’s got you,” he added.
Jemma was at his side with her phone in one hand and tablet in the other, the tablet showing the structural integrity failing more and more with each blow. Her eyes met with Fitz’s as another crash sounded, they knew what they had to do.
“Mack, none of the teams are going to make it in time,” Jemma said, her voice startlingly calm given the situation. Some a mother wanting to protect her child and some having accepted their fate as soon as they’d blockaded themselves in here.
“Simmons no,” Mack’s voice boomed over the speaker. For as calm as the trio was, chaos could be heard behind Mack on the bridge of the Helicarrier as the Director mobilized the full force of Shield to try to get to their aid. They could hear the alarm blaring and Agents yelling, all trying to be heard.
“We will!” Mack said his voice was urgent yet laced with pain. He had promised they would be safe. That they would raise their daughter in peace without fear and danger. That their daughter would have the normal life they had fought so hard to secure for her.
“Yoyo is fifteen minutes out with Davis and Piper in the Zephyr. Coulson and May are twenty five but something tells me he’s pushing it. Daisy is even coming. And I’m….damn it thirty minutes….”
Mack paused to bark orders behind him “I don’t care what you blow just get us to Perthshire now!”.
“Just hang on, that’s an order”.
FItz looked at the tablet and shook his head, fifteen percent was all that stood between them and certain capture.
Gently he traded Jemma Alya for the phone. “Mack,” Fitz said and his voice cracked talking to his friend. “Structural integrity is down to fif….” another crash shook the room “eight percent. It’s too late.”
“Turbo, no” Mack tried again but there was now defeat in his voice. “Just hang on, there is still time.”
“We’ll find our way home, we always do,” FItz said and felt the cold press of his helmet against his arm. “Tell the team, tell them all we love them.”
“I will,” Mack said, the chaos that had been heard behind him now gone. He must have stepped into his office. “We love you too-”
The line went dead as the communications failed. Every last bit of power was going towards the doors.
FItz slipped on his helmet then helped Jemma get Alya’s on, hers already in place. Hand in hand they ran onto the platform and Fitz embraced his wife and child as he triggered the device with his multi tool. The door burst open at the same time and the last thing he saw before the white flash was Malachi’s steely gaze.
To Be Continued....