#v. dark

Phil doesn’t tend to care much about what other’s want. This world is all about looking out for yourself, and sometimes that means ruining someone else’s day to improve yours. Sometimes, it even means ruining a life. 

(dark verse where she’s a priestess of Athena)

"No, I can’t say anything does~"

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Lana had managed to get through into the cells of the Hydra base. It had been surprisingly easy considering the number of Hydra agents there were, but then again, SHIELD was small and couldn’t really afford to lose anyone to a rescue mission at the moment. The Hydra uniform she had stolen also helped. She walked down the corridors checking each cell for the scientist that Coulson had sent her to find.

She opened the door to see her cringing in the corner. “Coulson sent me.” Lana said “We have thirty minutes before the guard comes anywhere near here.” Lana closed the door over and went into the cell. “You will need to put these on.” She said as she passed a pair of black pants, a black t shirt and a Hydra jacket to Simmons.

Resisting the urge to cringe again when the young woman entered her cell, Jemma fervently shook her head and hid her face in her knees once more.

"No. I'm not going to... to fall for that drivel! I won't comply, I won't!"

She wasn't naive anymore; enough people had pretended to have been sent by Coulson to rescue her for her not to fall for it anymore. It had only taken one prior situation for her to learn to trust absolutely no one.

The room she was being kept in was dark, cramped, cold, and relatively unpleasant in every other way imaginable. 

If asked how long she had been Hydra's captive at this point, she wouldn't have been able to tell you. It had been weeks, at the very least, of torture night and day, and of being too afraid to sleep for fear of receiving more when she was vulnerable. 

Yet she hadn't broken. Jemma refused to give them what they wanted. She would never hand over information about SHIELD; especially not about her team. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that they were trying to find her and if she broke they never would. 

But as the days wore on and the Hydra agents' methods of torture grew more extensive, she began to feel her faith start to dwindle. There was really no telling how many bases Hydra still had scattered all over the globe, and from the cocky attitudes of the people around her she assumed the number had to be fairly large. 

Finding her would be like finding a needle in a haystack, even with Skye on their side. 

Squeezing her eyes shut and pulling her legs up to her chest as she leaned back against the cold metal wall of her cell, Jemma let a quivering breath escape her as tears welled in her eyes. She wasn't going to give in, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to stay positive. All she needed was a single beacon of hope-

-and then there was the sound of footsteps just outside the door obstructing her view of the hallway, and Jemma cringed.