Previously, Ward faced off against his brother, who got angry because of the results of Ward's court case. Christian loses. Now see the aftermath. (I almost forgot to post!)

I lower my gun, to Christian's satisfaction. "You're as weak as you were when we were kids. Being HYDRA didn't change that." He crows.

Without looking at him, I aim my gun and hit a spider about 1.5cm from his face. He sees the spider and the bullet. "I've got better aim, though."

I take one last look at Skye and leave.

She must have followed because I hear footsteps. I turn.

It's not her, it's Fitz.

"Y-you s-saved my l-life," Fitz says.

"Of course I did. I care about you. As Christian said, it's a weakness." I say, looking away.

"What? W-wait. Garrett told you that, didn't he? I-it was some rec-rec-recurring saying throughout your life." Fitz says like he just figured out how the world works.

"The first time Garrett told me that, it was about my dog. When I refused, he whipped me and beat me. He told me it was because I was weak. Then he killed the dog so that it died slowly and painfully. I ended up shooting Buddy." I say, looking away. "That's why I dropped you. I knew you'd die painfully if I left you up with me, and I really thought it would float. I figured I'd get you out, or someone else would."

Fitz stopped, "Did Garrett beat you? For letting us 'float'?"

"No." I say, "He was too distracted by the G.H. 325 serum."

"Went crazy and forgot to check?" Fitz asked.

"Yes," I say, smirking, then I sober up. "Do you forgive me?"

"Ward," Fitz says, "You risked your life to save mine. How's your bullet wounds?"

"It's just a flesh wound," I say, shying away.

He lifts up my shirt to check. "Holy . . ." he looks up, "You shouldn't even be walking! How are you walking?"

"Stubbornness," I say. "I refuse to be brought down by my brother's bullets."

"It must hurt," Fitz says, looking at the damage with awe.

It did. While I blocked the guard from harm, I got hit in the arm. I blocked Fitz from getting a bullet in the heart, by getting one in the stomach. The one intended for Skye probably punctured a lung, and I got one in the shoulder and another in the leg from my charge. The others missed. One having grazed my hand. "Not much."

"We need to get you medical attention," Fitz says.

"No, I . . ." I gasp at a sharp, throbbing pain in my chest. "I can handle myself."

I wince as something sharp enters my arm. Fitz stabbed me with a needle containing a sleep drug. "Why must people be so unreasonable."

Everything turns black.

The Playground

Medical Room

I wake up to find Skye there, looking at me. "Skye?"

She smiles and kisses my forehead. "It's all right. You did well."

I try to sit up, "H-how's Fitz?"

"Good." She says. "Thanks to you."

"Am I . . . going back to that cell?" I ask.

"Still being discussed." She says. She looks at me, sadly. "Several people are in your favor, but Coulson is against."

I nod. I fully expected for Coulson to be against. Actually, I expected everyone to be against. Well, maybe not Fitz. I only hoped that they would forgive me.