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RESCUE MISSION
AUTHOR’S NOTE/DISCLAIMER
An idea for a new world I came up with while watching season 5 of Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D. (I’m about half way through the season) called S.H.I.E.L.D. Prime where my favorites within AOS and the MCU are loyal S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. Not sure how many stories will be in this series. Everything belongs to Joe Simon, Jack Kirby, Marvel, Stan Lee, and everyone else who created these characters. I only own the plot.
Nick Fury headed out of the base, silently piloting the plane to the last known coordinates of one of their fallen team members, Phil Coulson at his side.
“Nick! Nick! You need to get back here!” For an answer, the man simply turned off his comms, interrupting Alexander Pierce’s instructions. He didn’t care what his orders were. He didn’t leave his friends and/or teammates behind. Hold on, John. I’m coming, he thought to himself.
“We’re going to get into big trouble for this, aren’t we?” Phil queried.
“You care?” Nick retorted.
“Not in this instance,” Phil responded. “I don’t leave people behind.” Nick nodded in satisfaction.
“Good. Cause I’d hate to have to kick you off the plane.” At this, Phil just rolled his eyes. Idiot, he thought to himself. He just hoped that they weren’t too late to rescue John. Can’t believe they were just willing to leave him without an extraction plan. Trust the system. No! Not like this. It’s okay to trust, but you should also verify, the younger agent thought to himself. But of course, it seemed like their bosses weren’t subscribing to that. And that was why he was here with Nick, going to rescue one of their own. He just hoped that they weren’t too late.
Not soon enough for either man’s liking, the chopper touched down at the spot and after making sure they had their guns, food, and a first aid kit, the two men headed out. They needed to find him. They weren’t leaving him behind. Hang on, John. I’m on the way, Nick thought to himself.
John Garrett moaned in pain, struggling to stay conscious. Can’t believe they just fucking left me here to die! he thought to himself. He had given his all to S.H.I.E.L.D. and this was how they had repaid him? They had said that they were supposed to be a family. And leaving your family member to die wounded and alone was a pretty shitty thing to do. Said that they were spread too thin to get him and his guys out of here. Not that it mattered for the others. They had all been killed in the ambush. And now he was all alone and in pain. He didn’t want to move. But he couldn’t just lie here either. He didn’t want to die. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to slowly rise to his knees, panting and wincing as a big jolt of pain coursed through him, causing his vision to white out for a moment. Focus! he told himself. He couldn’t afford to black out. Not here. He’d be a sitting duck for the elements or worse---HYDRA. And he didn’t want that to happen. Then he heard it. A chopper. Out here? Was that HYDRA? Shit. He grunted and went to where he kept his gun, eyes wide when he didn’t feel it in his holster. Shit. I must’ve lost it in the attack, he thought. He had to find it. He didn’t want to die out here weaponless. That was no way for a S.H.IE.L.D. agent to go. Then, miraculously, his hand touched metal. His gun! Thank God, he thought to himself as he got it into his hand. He wasn’t sure if the incoming chopper was actually HYDRA, but if it was, he’d be ready for them. Through bleary eyes and pain that was still wracking his body, he watched as the aircraft touched down. Not taking me like this, he thought to himself.
“John!” a voice called and the man’s eyes widened. Phil! It was Phil! And Fury. No way they would be HYDRA. He let out a breath that he didn’t even know that he was holding and blessedly, blackness overwhelmed hm.
As soon as John’s body began to fall, Phil sprinted towards him, barely catching him before he hit the ground.
“We gotta get him to a hospital,” he stated, his expression concerned.
“Make him as comfortable as you can. I’ll see what I can find,” came the response and Phil went to do so.
“We’ve got you, John,” he murmured, his eyes perusing his friend’s body worriedly even as he ministered to the injuries as best as he could with the supplies they had. He really hoped that they hadn’t been too late. John was a friend and he didn’t want to think that he had failed him. But he supposed that they’d just have to wait and see…