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[monkeyinawell]

We're sorry. Both Skye and the baby have died.

just fuck me up

He couldn’t breathe.His lungs refused to inflate.Oxygen wouldn’t do him any good.Nothing could fix this.

                                                                                  His chest was aching, and there was no amount of pain medication that could make it stop.

                                                       Not that no one tried.

                          There were vague memories in the back of his mind, lurking,                          taunting, just on the edge of being clear. Grant of all people                          had tried to help, had tried to get him to talk.

           It had been two weeks, and he had yet to say a word.

                                                                      It was easy to see that they were                                   scared for him, that Jemma and Grant and even a few                                   other Hydra agents that he’d almost never spoken to                                   were worried that he wasn’t taking care of himself. And                                   he wasn’t, not really -- there wasn’t a point.

              Thomas ate what they brought him:                        -- the sandwiches that Jemma made                        -- the candy that Grant brought back after a mission in Italy                        -- the soup they’d watched him eat to make sure he was getting something

It didn’t matter. None of it made it stop hurting.

They were supposed to be happy, all three of them, and the universe had dangled that possibility right in front of his nose, lurking, teasing, taunting, tempting. For a while, he almost believed it was possible.

                            He should have known better.

[monkeyinawell]

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It was supposed to be an easy, routine mission, simple enough that Grant had trusted him to go in on his own and get the job done without any issue, and that’s exactly how it had gone until he’d been grabbed. Even after a year -- four hundred and twenty seven days, to be exact -- Thomas still had no idea who’d taken him in, only that they wanted information on agents in both SHIELD and Hydra and were willing to do anything to get it, which would explain the scars and bruises marring his skin for numerous torture sessions.

The only reason he’d gotten out was because there had been a malfunction in their system, and not even one caused by either organization he was technically loyal to. It was a fluke. He was supposed to be sitting in a basement in Europe, bleeding but keeping his mouth shut to stay alive. Instead, thanks to the universe giving him just enough luck, he’d made it to the elevator that would lead directly to the lab levels of Hydra’s headquarters, where there were familiar people that would be able to patch him up, and then he would do his best to explain.

Some of the numbered buttons on the wall had bloody prints, evidence that his makeshift stitches in his shoulder had lasted through the plane ride but wouldn’t hold for much longer. He needed to find Jemma, or Grant, or someone so that any infection could be cleaned out and things wouldn’t get any worse.

[monkeyinawell]

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         Getting into the base was easy, especially when he’d been told everything he needed to know about the security systems and knew how to disable them. The fact that he could disarm anyone who got in his way in a matter of seconds was just a bonus -- though that was because of additional training that had had nothing to do with his PhD. His assignment was simple: get in, take out a few of SHIELD’s better agents, take in a few of their best ones, and get back to headquarters. Easy. Thomas would be done in a matter of hours.

[greatdarkprotector-blog]

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[ text | S K Y E ] Why isn’t Tommy answering his phone?

[monkeyinawell]

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No one would tell him what was happening.

One minute, he was making his way down a city street with a mission in mind; the next, May was telling him to get to the roof of a building two blocks away, the nearest one tall enough and big enough to land a small plane on, because there was an emergency back at the base. Of course, he was immediately terrified, and that was before he’d been made to sit through an hour and a half long flight without any additional information. He was getting really tired of SHIELD and their secrets.

As soon as the plane touched down, Thomas was on his feet, ignoring all of the quinjet’s safety rules to get onto solid ground as soon as possible. If he was being pulled in the middle of a mission and all the information he got was it’s an emergency, something was very very wrong.

[monkeyinawell]

Some Shall Be Pardoned

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          Part of him wasn’t at all comfortable with this meet up, but if things between Hydra and SHIELD were going to be considered anything close to civil, someone had to go on their behalf, and Jemma had already made it abundantly clear that it wouldn’t be Grant that went. Seeing as someone had to make sure he didn’t do anything crazy -- and, for whatever reason, Thomas wasn’t deemed qualified for doing just that -- she had to stay behind, and they’d selected someone up to do the meet up instead.

          He just didn’t see why it had to be him.

          At least it was Daisy -- Skye, he had to remind himself from time to time, no matter how strange and ridiculous it seemed -- he was meeting up with, which meant the conversation itself would be somewhat civil. Still, they’d both technically lied to each other when they first met, so things would be awkward regardless.

          Stepping into the coffee shop, Thomas walked over to the table he knew well, sitting down across from her without bothering to go up and get a drink first. The sooner they got this over with, the sooner he could get back to the base and report back to Grant about everything, and then take a much needed nap. “We need to have a discussion.”

[monkeyinawell]

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[ text | Daisy ] Sorry I’m running late [ text | Daisy ] Give me five more minutes

[quietandpasty-blog]

Fire and Powder

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He wasn’t supposed to be on the mission initially, but with so many reassignments, he was really the last person available an intelligence run. SHIELD was supposed to be gone, but there were still the stragglers that needed to be taken out, and the first step to that was tracking them down. Thomas had planned to spend his day in the lab but with his new objective, he was stuck in a coffee shop, waiting for Grant to text him the information about the SHIELD agent he was supposed to gather information on.

Until he got that text, he could do whatever he wanted -- which included watching another patron on her laptop a few tables away over the rim of his mug. She hadn’t noticed his staring, or at least hadn’t let on that she had, and he was more than comfortable just watching her fingers moving over the keys while he waited for the device on his own table to vibrate.