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If things had ended differently.

Autumn colours errupted from the wind swept desolate surface which grounded the final survivors of the alien wasteland. As Will’s decomposing body glowed with the vibrance of Fitz’s volcanic self-defense, Ward’s last breath was forced by Coulson’s hand into the heavy atmosphere. Two heart beats remained; one skipping in shock from the horror he’d done to the corpse that had been possessed by destruction and the other fueled with the enactment of his savage revenge.

One soul pulsated without its own heartbeat to discern his entity from the wild energy of the desert. It’s wrath writhed the essence of choas from the ashes which blew away from the bones that had before caged this beast. The foul stench of a hero’s cremation suffocated the shift in Void’s immortality, and the spirit strangled itself to escape the withering organic material. Its parasitic existence sought an empty vessel to replenish its self and withstand the blow Leopold Fitz had made to its long withstanding recovery.

Ward’s empty bones and crushed chest gave way for Darkness to enter, but the corpse laid far from its reaches. Between itself and Ward’s body stood the two men, still breathing, still enduring the planet’s dastardly influence. With the power of the planet’s revolutions and two moons overlooking an endless night, the chaotic creature managed to take grip on the two minds still working to calculate the absurd situation. Its influence was heavy enough to drive the two men further into despair and rage than the situation would have them already, and circumstance left both agents believing their feelings to be self-imposed, but Death was simply trying to anchor himself until he could guide his flow into the empty lungs of Grant Ward.

A part of Leopold Fitz’s heart collapsed beneath his own rib cage. Will was dead. He wouldn’t be saving the man he’d never had the chance to meet. And Coulson and Fitz had mere seconds to escape their ultimate fate that the planet seemed to bring to all of its habitants. Fitz opened his mouth, tried making noise, was seeking Coulson’s attention, but his body was collapsing into the dust. His mind, slow from the broken connections, circulated the events that had led to his finger on the trigger, and no part of himself could find justification for his actions despite Will having already been dead before he took the animation from the corpse.

The entity’s journey found himself lingering on the complicated workings of Fitz’s severed and mended framework. Parts of Fitz’s mind were so broken that the engineer no longer had access to parts of himself, but the touch of the Dark One’s energy could pluck at the neurons that were dead to Fitz. The promise of control in Ward’s body no longer interested the creature who found something within Fitz he had never had access to before; life.

The soul of the damned emmersed itself within the unexposed parts of Fitz’s broken physiology. Intertwining its existence into the vast expanse of the depths within Leopold Fitz, Hive burrowed into a new chance at existence and awaited his journey to a new world.

Fitz had already lost his mind. It was up to Hive to commandeer this vessel -- With time.

#;drabbles

statuscondition

#c:/matt murdock

theavengers

#c:/steve rogers

agentverbivore

the progression of Fitz’s post-injury physical therapy for his left arm/hand

#c:/leopold fitz/damaged

ughfitz

In which Iain is the best dancer ever.

#f:/framework

kingdollophead

Hey, here’s a great idea. Why don’t we go to an alien world and summon a hell beast!

#c:/leopold fitz #c:/grant ward

sdfddffd223

“Now explain to me how you fell for him”

#c:/grant ward

stevenrogered

Hey, here’s a great idea- why don’t we go to an alien world and summon a hell beast? Yeah! That’s a brilliant idea! What could possibly go wrong with that?

#c:/leopold fitz

stubbornessissues

Agents of Despair

#;the team

stubbornessissues

Agents of S.H.A.D.E.S

#;the team

muchymozzarella

Imagine your Smol and Tol otp where Tol is doing push-ups and Smol is lying under them so they are more motivated to stay up on their arms and keep going and sometimes when they push down they get a peck on the lips (and then Tol gets tired and collapses heavily on top of Smol, smushing them while they flail)

#:/connect/wishlist