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"This isn't the same SHIELD," Melinda had said, but here was Andrew, watching her fight the way she'd always fought, watching in horror as they put Skye out on the field, as someone almost killed his—
No. She wasn't his wife. She wasn't his wife anymore, but it still hurt and lit fear in his chest to watch her slammed to the ground out on that field.
He couldn't do this again. He couldn't watch SHIELD destroy her again.
"It's not the same SHIELD," Melinda had said when she brought him in.
"It is," Andrew told her when he left.