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“Drop the weapon!” Coulson demanded, his gun fazed to May again. Her arm lowered.
“Coulson-”
“Drop the damn weapon and kick it over to the stairs, May now!” He snapped.
May closed my eyes briefly. He was thinking the worse of her. She didn’t really have the choice unless she wanted one in the body. She bent down and dropped it, straightening up before kicking it towards the stairs. She already knew what he would say next.
“Back the Hell up, over there!” His gun gestured to the other side, next to Lola.
Keeping her hands to the side, May look large steps towards the car, Skye’s gun trained on her as Coulson descended from the stairs. She stopped and turned but couldn’t help fear of what was going to happen. They didn’t know that she couldn’t tell them, bound by orders. Coulson was unhinged, his demeanour showed it. He was turning on them. Fair point to her because she’d been reporting but she knew he would never trust her again.
They knew something, something she didn’t and were thinking of her. He thought she was talking to the clairvoyant because of a phone?
“Talk.” He said, the ICER in one hand, “Tell us where you’ve rerouted the plane”
He didn’t believe her.
“I didn’t set this new course, I swear!” May said desperately.
“The plane just turned around for god’s sake,” Fits shouted at the same time Coulson roared “Don’t lie to me”
“How is this happening then?”
“HQ can override automated control of the Avionics, take us anywhere they want. Let me check the instrument panel and I’ll be able to-”
“No way!” Fitz roared.
“You’re not going anywhere until you explain the-”
“IT’S NOT ME!” May thundered. Hoping they would get that message. Coulson stared at her for a short moment.
“Why’d you have an encrypted hard line?”
“And tried to shoot me when we found it?” Fitz added.
“Let’s take a breath.” May stated, everything was getting too heated. She sensed an accident could happen.
“Let’s NOT” Coulson shouted, jerking forwards with the gun. May flinched back.
“It was a dedicated line. To Director Fury. THAT’S the truth.”
Coulson looked taken aback, “Director Fury? I haven’t been able to get him onto the line for weeks.”
“You’ve been reporting to him?” Skye said, almost looking offended.
“That’s all I can tell you.” She admitted, the feeling of exhaustion was overwhelming.
“Oh just come out with it!”
“That’s all you can tell us?” Coulson repeated in disbelief.
“I’M UNDER ORDERS!” May shouted. “Fury will tell you.” her breath shook as she exhaled. Her eyes darted back down to the gun then back to his face. The hard lines had aged him, like she had seen when he found out about his death from his report, she didn’t like it.
Just then the plane shook violently, some of the planes power being knocked away, this time causing everyone to stumble violently, May backwards, falling against Lola’s bonnet. Coulson and the other two too but she watched in horror as Coulson lost his balance, his grip on the gun tightening….
BANG!
She felt herself freeze up but felt something rip into her stomach. Her shocked gasp cut off, her hands shooting to her stomach. Agony raged through her, burning. May looked down to see a hole in her leather jacket, blood oozing out and down the dark material, running through her fingers too, droplets hitting the metal floor. Everything blurred momentarily. She could feel beads of sweat forming on her face. May looked up, confused and stunned.
“You shot me.” She breathed but a coppery taste had formed in her mouth. Each breath burnt.
Coulson’s face had turned from a rage and hard to shock and horror, his face paler than ever. Skye’s gun was on the floor, her arms still raised as if she was still holding the gun. May heard the alarms ring loudly, almost deafening. Everything seemed to have increased in volume. She could feel the ramp lowering, the cool air felt like heaven on her boiled skin. Hot and cold flushes running through her. She felt her arms unable to hold herself up, slipping from Lola she fell onto her side. May gasped in pain as she was moved, spitting out blood as she made contact with the metal floor. Everything lost focused but she came aware that she was slipping...rolling over…
May barely saw Coulson dash forwards before the edge of the ramp but she couldn’t do anything. She let herself go, watching the moonlight suddenly appear from the darkness. The cold air stung her eyes but she kept them open, the bus shooting away, getting smaller. She could just make out three figures on the edge before they were gone.
The wind whipped mercilessly at her body but she didn’t care anymore. She was going to die. Never thought Coulson would be the reason. Though she couldn’t blame him. Not really. At least… she didn’t have to struggle. Not anymore. Life had been a constant weight, Bahrain, the death of her family, the betrayal of Coulson… No more.
She closed her eyes.
May hoped it wouldn’t hurt, that it would be quick but they were overseas, so she would drown if she survived the fall. She faintly could hear the sounds of whistling from the wind but could hear something else. Sounded like soft music. She opened her eyes, tumbling onto her front, the dark sea was getting bigger. But she found herself not fearing it like she should have. May could see a white dot, just coming into view, getting bigger, right where she was falling. She closed her eyes again falling around onto her back again, not wanting to see her final end.
She felt an odd tingle pass though her, then the feeling like someone was stabbing her with pins in every inch of her skin. Then she felt the coldness suddenly around her, water clouding everything out. Water suddenly shot down her throat, unable to breathe, the air was forced out her lungs, her lungs doing no attempt to get water out or air in. Everything began to spin, her lungs burning for oxygen while her wound bunt from the salt in the water.
Every moment of trying to get to surface failed, burning her wound even more. May gave up, stopping movement. Her limbs became numb but the shot was agony. Feeling herself sinking, the dark sky was getting darker as the seconds rolled by but she couldn’t lose consciousness. She could see a swirl of red float upwards from her body but she didn’t care. She’d probably get eaten by sharks. She watched through blurs as the last of the air rose from her mouth, rising up.
Everything darkened… almost black. Her deaf ears picked up the same music as before she saw something dark approach her but she couldn’t concentrate, everything was getting darker and darker. May closed her eyes. But then something brushed against her forehead and hands but then everything sank into black.