Based on the song Breathe by Taylor Swift

I see your face in my mind as I drive away, cuz none of us thought it was gonna end that way. But people are people and sometimes we change our minds, but it's killing me to see you go after all this time.

He really wished it didn't have to end like this. He never, NEVER, wanted it to end up like it did. He wasn't supposed to make friends. He was a specialist, he was supposed to lock down his emotions and get the job done. All he was supposed to do was be on the team and figure out how Coulson lived so he could save Garrett.

Then Skye walked into his life. Made him open up, make friends, become attached, have weaknesses.

It wasn't supposed to end like this.

I don't know what to be without you around.

"What am I even supposed to do now?" He thought to himself as he lay on his cot in Vault D.

"Garrett's dead. The team hates me. I'm a traitor. I obviously can't work for S.H.I.E.L.D. My only option is to work for Hydra at this point, but I'm never doing that again."

And we know it's never simple never easy, never a clean break, no one here to save me. You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand.

He hoped they were all ok. He still didn't know what had happened to Fitz and Simmons. Hopefully they were alive and with Skye.

How was Skye? He probably hurt her the most out of all of them. Knowing her, she probably brushed it off and told everyone that she was fine. He trained her to use masks of indifference well. In fact, he taught her everything he knew, he just hoped that she'd never turn out to be like him.

And I can't breathe without you, but I have to.

"You have to decide who you are without him," Coulson had told him. 'So who was he now?' he asked himself as he broke free of the handcuffs in the van that was taking him to his brother. He got rid of the guards and jumped into the front seat, driving away.

He knew what he was now. A fugitive.

Never wanted this, never wanted to see you hurt.

"What are you doing?" Skye spat at him as he untied her from a chair.

"Helping you get out. It's my fault you're here. Looks like your family reunion didn't go as planned," he said as he looked behind him, hearing the grunts and shouts of pain coming from Cal as he made his way towards Whitehall.

"I can save myself."

Nothing we say is gonna save us from the fallout.

4 shots. 4 shots was all it took for him to completely give up hope. 4 shots to break his heart. 4 shots to know that the woman he loved would never love him back.

I can't breathe without you, but I have to.

He was with Kara now and they were... happy. Well, she was happy. He was happy about being able to help someone. He looked at it sort of like atoning for a fraction of his many wrongdoings.

He and Kara were on the run for a long time together. They grew closer and closer, but he never let her in the way he did with Skye. No one was like Skye.

Despite everything he said to himself, he still loved her. Even if he had 4 scars to prove that the feelings weren't reciprocated.

It's 2 a.m. feeling like I just lost a friend. Hope you know it's not easy, easy for me.

He wasn't really sure why he agreed to this stupid plan anyway. He knew they had to get Skye back, but honestly, the team didn't need him. They didn't even want him. He was reminded of the fact that they all hated him every time they were all in the same room together. He also knew that this wasn't easy for anyone. Loosing Skye and having to see him again were both hard for everyone. All he needed to do was get Skye back, then he could leave them all behind and try to forget.

Most people say that they'd rather feel pain than feel nothing at all. Whoever said that was an idiot. He would give anything to feel nothing again.

And we know it's never simple, never easy.

"Kara, no!" he held Kara's body in his arms and let a single tear fall. He brushed the hair away from her face and kissed her forehead, "they'll pay for what they've done."

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"I miss working with a team," he smirked at the men in the bar.

The men nodded and smiled as they left to find him new recruits.

He folded Kara's photo up and put it in a small pocket in his jacket. Sorry Kara, sorry Skye, but this is who he was. He wasn't the person that they had faith in, not anymore. He gave up all hope on being loved when Skye shot him.

I'm sorry.

I'm not particularly happy with this one, but I just sort of...happened so I decided to post it anyway.