#hiveisms

She was waiting. Sitting in silence in a backroom somewhere waiting for someone to come. She’d tried getting out but the door was locked and the windows were too small to crawl through- she’d tried both. She’d even tried breaking down the wall but she had only her first and apparently there was some kind of reinforcement because all she’d managed was to bloody her knuckles. So she was waiting...

At some point someone would come to her, demand she do something- she would say no- they would try to convince her and in the end she would get eaten by Hive. She wasn’t looking forward to it- as ways to die being eaten alive at a cellular level rated pretty low but- but there was something fitting about it. She’d brought this horror to this world, every person he killed was her fault- it was fitting then that she should experience the death she had cursed so many others with wasn’t it? It had to be, and it was strangely comforting knowing how this would go. There would be time for pain and fear later when someone invariably tortured her, probably Daisy because that would hurt the most they would think, but for now there was comfort in how predictable she saw this all going down.

There is nothing about this that Simmons doesn’t hate. The monster who had haunted her life for six months stood in front of her, wearing the face of the monster who haunted her life for two years. ( and that’s not even thinking about the stolen memories of the man she loved ) It takes all of her willpower to keep up an icy mask, forcing her fear - her weakness - to stay buried deep down.

𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃  𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐎𝐅  𝐖𝐀𝐑  .  muscles  flexible  enough  to  move  if  need  be  ,  to  fight  back  any  devastation  that  comes  their  way  .  she  watches  him  ,  an  enemy  of  unknown  origin  and  she’s  prepped  for  the  take  down  .  his  question  however  ,  almost  brings  her  pause  as  she  looks  him  over  ,  head  shaking  ever  so  slowly  .

❛    more  than  enough ❜  this  isn’t  a  promise  to  him  ,  no  .  it’s  a  warning  .  an  unfinished  more  than  enough  to  take  him  down  if  things  get  out  of  hand  sort  of  statement  as  she  watches  continuously  with  care  .  ever  the  soldier  .  forever  the  dying  breed  and  she  wasn’t  ready  for  her  grave  yet  .  no  .  there’s  plenty  of  fight  left  in  her  .  

even  in  the  depths  of  knowing  the  risks  ,  may  circles  the  area  with  a  stalwart  gaze  .  food  was  getting  low  ,  the  humans  left  scattered  into  the  darkness  ,  terrified  of  what  the  future  would  bring  them  and  now  ----  THERE  THEY  STAND  ,  she  with  this  …  hive  .  ❛    what  do  you  plan  to  do  now  ?      ❜

This, Simmons was fairly certain, was hell.

Having to work for Hive was bad enough, but being stuck with him alone? She couldn’t imagine anything worse.

Currently, she was sat by a window, looking outside in the hopes that the snowstorm outside would lighten up allowing them to leave at some time soon, but judging by the heavy darkness in the sky, she suspected that it would be some time.

Being pulled out of the operating room by Radcliffe’s security was not exactly unexpected but it certainly was frustrating, particularly since they were only trying to protect the man. Being ripped away from Fitz was even more frustrating- how was she supposed to protect her best friend if she wasn’t there- then again how well she’d been doing when she was perhaps he was better off... still. 

“I’m not leaving without Fitz!” She yelled at the man who pushed her out the door. She didn’t want to get her gun out but she would. She would absolutely shoot him to protect her friends and stop what was happening. 

The past weeks had gone by in a blur - or, at least, that’s what she claimed to anyone who asked. The truth of it was, she remembered everything with utmost clarity. Every action she had taken, every word she had spoken, every false thought that had bounced around her head.

She had been cleared to leave containment earlier that day, and had said that she was returning to her room to sleep off the unpleasant after-effect of Hive’s sway - and she had intended to carry through with that. But when she’d laid down the events of the past weeks had refused to leave her mind, and she had found herself getting up and walking through the corridors of the Playground to try and make them quieten down.

She hadn’t had a destination in mind, really, but when she found herself standing outside of his containment room, it seemed to make sense.

For a moment she hesitated, before reaching out and entering the code to open the pod. She stepped in, walking towards the window so she could see the inhabitant of the room, grateful for the barrier keeping her safe as she observed.

She knew that she shouldn’t be in here. She knew that the rest of her team would panic if they found out that this is where she had wandered off to. But she had to be here. There was still too much that she didn’t understand.

he had a point, honestly. maybe she was a monster. she’d done her fair share of murders, of bad missions. but she wasn’t anything like he was. not even close. “a monster, huh ? funny story, given everything that you are.” she’d had her mission -- a plan as to where she needed to go and what she needed to do, but she’d come across him instead. “you’re the monster. and you’ll always be the monster. look at you. look at everything you’re doing.” she honestly couldn’t believe everything that had happened. she thought for once, there would be some kind of relief. some kind of rest after everything, but the team just got themselves into more trouble.