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Fitz was getting more and more worried.
He heard what sounded like cannons. A jet docking with the Bus.
Was he being taken to the Triskellion, bloody siberia? He had no idea.
Coulson walked back into the Cage.
It looked like he calmed down but he still looked like a damn bull.
"So Fitz how high does HYDRA go?"
Coulson practically yelled it with how much anger was in his voice.
Fitz desperately had to warn them about Ward but he had to regain his trust first for them to actually believe him.
Fitz replied "The bloody Secretary."
Coulson's eyes went into shock. If he was in the same place, he would do the same thing.
SHIELD's number two being HYDRA would be as surprising as finding out that the Norse Gods were real.(which was definitely news to him)
Coulson then spat out the words "Is Victoria Hand HYDRA?" As if she had done something just now that would make him even more venomous towards her. Which is hard to do. Sending him and Ward to South Ossetia without an extraction team definitely burned a bridge or two between them from what he saw.
The Scot just said "No, why would you think that? She's as SHIELD as can be. A bit ruthless but SHIELD."
As soon as he said that Coulson left the Cage.
He should've yelled that Ward was HYDRA.
After a while Fitz got tired of waiting for Coulson to come back to the Cage so he just started yelling at the camara hoping that they were listening or at least watching him.
He was yelling "Ward's bloody HYDRA too! Don't trust him!"
But he doubted they were listening anymore.