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Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D...

It's got to be some sort
of activation signal

to HYDRA members within S.H.I.E.L.D.

Director Fury is dead.

If HYDRA is really about to
seize this plane...

We should wipe the system.

I'm backing it up on this
hard drive to keep our edge.

Take Agent Garrett into custody!

He's the murderer they
call the Clairvoyant.

HAND".
You shot the wrong Clairvoyant before.

Care to shoot the right one?

Stop right there!

What are you doing here?

A gift from The Clairvoyant.

Today, world
leaders are scrambling for answers

after the world's
most advanced spy agency

was crippled by a series of attacks.

- Sir?
- Find Agent Martin.

We need a back channel to the UN.
Someone we trust.

...the documents released
from S.H.I.E.L.D...

I made a list of S.H.I.E.L.D. bases
we believe are secure.

How many so far? Seven?

Three.

Plus the Hub.

Including the Hub.

It's a preliminary list.
I'm sure more will turn up.

REPORTER". Members of Congress
are calling for an investigative panel.

But it's still unclear
who should be held accountable.

Many of its leaders have vanished...

You were right all along.

Having all this out there
in the world makes it too dangerous

and now there's no one left to protect it.

There's us.

We were lucky enough
to make it through.

The Triskelion, the Hub?

Those battles are just
the beginning of this war.

HYDRA'S out there now,

but at least our team's still intact.

We can fight them. And we will.

Mmm.

This is where we're meeting
The Clairvoyant?

There's no need
to call me that anymore.

Name's John. John Garrett.

Guess you were expecting more
the fortune-teller type?

It's an honor to finally meet you.

Please. Pleasure's all mine.

You've done great work for us
on the Centipede Project.

It was your gift that showed me the way.

Sorry, Flowers, I hate to disappoint you.

I never had any gifts.

At least, not the kind you believed in.

Just a very high-level
S.H.I.E.L.D. security clearance

and a persuasive personality.

You're not clairvoyant?

Hardly.

But if it's any consolation,

you weren't alone in believing,
not by a long shot.

So you're a liar? You're a fraud?

An artist. A con artist perhaps,
but an artist all the same.

Had to pull the wool over
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s eyes somehow.

To do what we set out to do.
Remember what that was?

To change the world.

Why don't you take a seat?

Let me show you how we're doing that.

Don't worry. I wouldn't dream
of letting Ernesto cut your hair.

Welcome to HYDRA.

You need to replace
the grounding wires.

There's no time. Ramp needs to be
repaired by the end of the day.

Coulson's orders.

What? Are they even proper orders?

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s been destroyed.
Fury's dead.

Aren't they just requests?

Well, either way, I'm in the middle of it.

Well, he's certainly not taking orders
from anyone.

We have no jurisdiction
now that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s

been labeled a terrorist organization.

Powers that be will sort it out.

All we can do is fix one thing at a time.

Starting with this servo drive.

Yeah, you're right.

However you will need to replace
those grounding wires.

It's fine.

Okay, turn it on!

Whoa, whoa!

Turn it off!

You need to replace
the grounding wires.

You need to shush. Shush, both of you.

Meh. Honestly, ganging up on me?

Think you're so smart, well,
why don't you try and fix it.

Just bring it up to Logistics.
They'll take it.

- Thanks.
- Right away. Excuse me, sir.

Good news.
The Cube has been retaken.

All HYDRA agents have been flushed
out and are on the run.

So that makes four.

See? I told you more would turn up.

The hull's almost completely repaired.

Flight systems are back online.

And the cargo ramp?

Fitz assures me
that it will be operational.

Sir, incoming transmission.

This is Colonel Glenn Talbot,
US Air Force.

I need to speak
with whoever's in charge over there.

Colonel Talbot, I'm Agent Phil Coulson.
I'm happy we could...

Mr. Coulson. It's a real mess
your boys have gotten us into.

- HYDRA caught us by surprise.
- Well, that's an understatement.

It's troubling how deeply embedded
HYDRA was within your ranks.

Especially troubling for us, sir.

But I assure you,
we're going on the offensive.

The Hub is secure. All remaining
agents stand ready to assist you in...

I think we've had about
all the assistance

we can handle from S.H.I.E.L.D.

I'm sending in a peacekeeping force.
They're gonna take control.

Understood. What should I
tell my men to expect?

We just wanna ask a few questions.

Get the lay of the land.

Everything checks out, you and your
boys can be on your merry.

Sounds good.

This doesn't sound good.

He's lying definitely for sure.

If Talbot's leading the op,
there's nothing peacekeeping about it.

Base defenses are operational.
We could hold out.

The last thing S.H.I.E.L.D. needs is to
start a war with the US Government.

What happens when Talbot gets here?

Best-case scenario,
we all get subpoenas,

spend the next six months
tied up in court hearings.

Worst-case scenario?

Is they skip the subpoenas,
move straight to bunker busters.

Bombs. Big bombs.

- All the while HYDRA'S still out there.
- Get on the comms.

We're enacting Odyssey Protocol.

Odyssey Protocol?
What does that mean?

It means Fitz needs to finish his repairs.

We're getting the hell out of here.

A lot of agents
are staying behind to surrender.

Wish they'd reconsider.

We'll need all the help we can get
to fight HYDRA. How's the bus?

Fitz managed to jerry-rig the ramp,

but the Hub's fuel reserves
were tapped out. We're running low.

Talbot's landing in less than an hour.

- Can you get us up in the air or not?
- I'll have us wheels up in 10.

So you guys are all set to go?

- I appreciate your help.
- Enough to give me a bunk?

Seeing as you guys
are down a specialist.

I was hoping I could hitch a ride.

Not gonna happen.

But feel free to commandeer
one of Hand's vehicles.

I'm sorry, is there a problem?

No problem.
Just not letting you on my plane.

Garrett had me fooled
same as everyone else.

Everyone else wasn't at his side
day in, day out.

Friends of mine are dead
because of him. Good friends.

I think he should come with us, sir.

Duly noted, Agent Simmons,
but this isn't a democracy.

Isn't it?

Under the circumstances,
I think we should all have a say in this.

And I witnessed Agent Triplett

willing to die in defense of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Respectfully, sir,
I think he should come along with us.

Okay. But Agent Triplett
is your responsibility.

We need to disappear.

Well, only S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarriers
have cloaking technology.

- Then how do we avoid detection?
- We don't.

Best we can do
is stay out of other aircrafts' radar

and remain in-flight
for as long as possible.

The minute we land,
the harder it is to hide.

Great.

How we doing on supplies?

We're well-stocked up on medical,

but I'm afraid our food rations
will only last a couple of clays at best.

Perfect.

- Bad news.
- No kidding.

Fuel line's busted. We're leaking.

- Can we fix it?
- Sure, as soon as we touch down.

Awesome.

Skye, please, tell me something good.

We have Internet.

Yay.

And, boy,
have I lowered my expectations.

But all HQ support systems are gone.

Well, then, the Internet it is.

Find everything you can on our team,

all personal records, photos,

anything that proves we exist,
and erase it.

Uh... That's kind of the nuclear option.

It's our only option.

Every government agency
in the world will be on our ass.

We need to vanish.

Okay, but once that's done,
that can't be undone.

We'll be ghosts.

Not Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.,
just agents of nothing.

What about Ward?
Have you heard from him?

He and Agent Hand should've dropped
Garrett off at the Fridge by now.

Not yet.

Here, give him a call.

Hearing how Garrett settled into

his tiny, windowless, permanent home

might actually cheer me up.

When you're finished,
collect everyone's badges.

It's no longer something
we wanna flash around.

Any sign of Talbot's forces?

Not yet.

But we've only got eight hours
of flight time before we have to land.

No more than four. Fuel line's leaking.

Wanna tell me where we're going?

I don't know.

It's Coulson.

By all means.

Sir, is everything all right?

Hey, it's me.

I just wanted to let you know
that Grant Ward no longer exists.

You wanna explain that, Skye?

Some trigger-happy colonel
threatened to pay the Hub a visit.

Coulson had us evacuate
before he could lock us all up.

Now I'm scrubbing our ID's

while Coulson figures out
our next move.

Makes sense. Agent Hand picked up
some Navy jets in the vicinity.

She has us taking the long route
to the Fridge just to be safe.

Wow. You took that surprisingly well.

Did you hear the part about you
no longer existing?

Oh, it's not the first time
my identity's been compromised.

Any idea where Coulson
has us headed?

No idea. I'll keep you posted.

Good. I'll catch up with you when I can.

And when I see you next,
who are you gonna be?

You got a clean slate.
You can be anyone you want.

I don't know. Maybe Tom Brady.

I always wanted to play quarterback.

And date supermodels.
You are so predictable.

No, I mean the guy seems
to have things pretty worked out.

Be careful.

You, too.

Tom Brady? You hate the Patriots.

The Agent Grant Ward
she knows doesn't.

Yeah, that straight version
of you is something else.

I don't even think Romanoff
could pull that one.

It wasn't without its complications.

Oh, come on.

You're not still upset about that?

Shooting Skye was not part of the plan.

Near-zero contact,
that was the deal going in.

Though your tip about
the cellist came in handy.

If you had a thing for the girl,
you should've contacted me.

I would've asked for your blessing.

Don't play your games with me.
This isn't a joke.

You don't have to tell me.

Your little candy crush
was on Centipede's tail

long before she was recruited
by S.H.I.E.L.D.

Seemed like a good person
to eliminate. My bad.

Listen, if the job was easy...

Yeah, the job was to blend in,

gather intel on Coulson's revival,
that's it.

You said yourself,
you didn't want any bloodshed.

That was before I found out
Coulson didn't know squat.

You know, you would've had
an easier time

if I gave the kill order week one.

Yeah, but you didn't.

The girl, I get. She's cute.

But don't forget
what the assignment was.

Don't forget who gave it to you.
And don't forget why.

And cheer up. We're close.
Closer than ever.

So the equipment's here.
What do you want with me?

Well, Flowers, I'm putting you back
in charge of the Centipede Project

to finish Phase 3.

It's Raina.

Sorry, force of habit.

I thought Phase 3 ended

when I couldn't get the truth
about T.A.H.I.T.I. from Agent Coulson.

When they locked me up.

On the contrary.

Your little bedside chats pushed him
in the direction we needed.

Don't get me wrong.

We've had more than a few setbacks.

We've been testing these new drugs,
they all have different numbers.

We thought one of them might contain

whatever Jesus juice brought
Coulson back from the dead.

Where'd you find these?

At the facility where
Fury operated on him.

Coulson walked me in, hand-in-hand.

I'd like to see this facility.

Unfortunately, we ran into
a couple of security chuckle-heads

who decided to hit the kill switch.

I loaded my vest with as many
vials as I could find.

But none of them seem to be
working quite right.

There's the look.

I can see your gears turning now.

I don't have any gifts, Raina,
but you do.

I can't succeed without your help.

I'll need money and resources.

Your bank accounts
are already fully funded.

This is a hard drive with
all of Simmons' research.

With Coulson and Skye's blood work,
all the data on the Guest House drug...

If there's a key to how this stuff works,

you'll find it in there.

If you need anything else, just whistle.

Where are you going?

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s most secure
facility is vulnerable right now.

The Fridge?

Oh, you've heard of it?
Yeah, well, we're gonna raid it.

This wasn't easy.

Simmons got choked up
when I asked for hers.

This was big for me.

Finally felt like I was part of something,

and now it's worthless.

I'm sorry.
I can't imagine what this is like for you.

You gave your life, literally,
gave your life to S.H.I.E.L.D.

I was younger than you
when Fury recruited me.

Just out of high school.

Some days it feels like only yesterday.

Other days,

a lot longer.

Is that your badge?

They look like coordinates.

Coordinates to where?

I don't know yet.

But there's only one person
who could've sent these.

And this is totally his style.

So, Director Fury's alive?

What did he say?
Does he have a plan?

He only sent coordinates.

The coordinates should put us
somewhere in the Canadian wilderness.

What exactly are we looking for
here, sir?

It's unclear.
Maybe a rally point of some kind.

Sir, have you and Agent Fury

used this form
of communication before?

- Never.
- Then how can you be sure...

- 'Cause this is how he operates.
- Could be a trap.

So far, everything has been a trap.
Am I wrong?

HYDRA could've sent you
those coordinates.

Nick Fury gave me this badge.

When he did, I swore an oath.
We all did.

To serve when everything else fails.

To be humanity's last line of defense.

To be the shield.

These coordinates mean something.
I'm certain of it.

Fury also gave me this plane.

Anyone wants off?
Chutes are in the bay. Help yourself.

We were outnumbered, and
S.H.I.E.L.D. pressed the advantage.

You managed to make it out
with the chopper?

Yes, sir.

No worries, then.
The Cube's small potatoes.

Once we hit the Fridge and grab all
the fun toys tucked away inside,

we'll be able to take any base we want.

Hail HYDRA!

All right, all right,
put your arms down, Kaminsky.

You look like a West Texas cheerleader
at a pep rally.

Let me see that weapon.
Tuck that strap in.

You were disappointed.

That he wasn't a real clairvoyant.

There was a question I would've asked.

You've known him a long time?

Since I was a teenager.

He pulled me out of a hell,
saved me from myself.

So now do you know me?

Know how to work me?

I'm just curious.

If I wanted to work you,

I'd ask you about Coulson and his team,

and how you managed
to gain their trust.

I jumped out of a plane.

Deep cover tactics 101.

Perform selfless acts of bravery
early on.

So, I jumped to save the scientist.
I had a parachute.

They never suspected?

Agent May was the primary threat.

So I let things get intimate.

You don't seem like her type.

I'm everyone's type.

Skye was the unknown variable.

Being her S.O. put me in a position
to be a sounding board.

Get an idea what she was thinking.

And Coulson, he wasn't skeptical
when you pressured him to join?

Hmm.

He pressured me.

You'd be surprised how often
you get invited to the party

when you don't wanna go.

"Sir, I was trained from day one
as a specialist.

"I go in alone, I get it done.
This team thing? Not my speed."

I gave Coulson a person
he thought he could help.

- Plane was full of them.
- It's that simple?

You really felt nothing for them?

I spent time with Coulson,
he's a good man.

Someone who'd lay down
his life for you.

Don't you owe a man
like that something?

Sure.

But I owe Garrett everything.

Yeah, it's gonna be great. All right.

You Okay?

Tell you what.

Let's skip the part where
you act concerned about my well-being.

What is it you want?

I need to confiscate your weapon.

You wanna share the twisted logic

that makes you think
that's a possibility?

Fury's dead.

It's hard to accept, and we haven't
had a chance to grieve...

There's no reason to.
I have faith that he's alive.

That feeling?

This belief that he is reaching
out to you, Phil?

It might not be faith.
It might be something else.

And what's that?

HYDRA.

HYDRA?

Impulses implanted in your brain,

right alongside memories
of a beautiful island.

Really? This is what you wanna
come to me with right now?

That's not possible.
Fury ordered the surgery.

Yes, but he wasn't in charge
of the T.A.H.I.T.I. Project.

And the person that was behind
that operation may be...

Wait, wait, what did you say?

Somebody else was behind it?
Who the hell was that?

- I don't know.
- Who? Tell me!

Phil, I don't know.

You don't know?

Oh.

Let me guess? Only Fury knows?

Yes.

And without him, there's no way
to know who is responsible.

And there is a real danger

that HYDRA'S controlling your actions.

That's why Fury put me on this plane.

To watch you.

I'm not gonna hand over my weapon.

You wanna try to take it from me?

Good.

Now get out of my office.

We have to trust that Coulson
knows what he's doing.

- Hey, I respect Coulson...
- Agent Coulson to you.

Agent Coulson.

He saved our asses back at the Hub.

But I'm telling you,
he's chasing the white whale.

Okay, have you even read Moby Dick?

Yeah. Have you?

That's not the point.

Now if you please stop
spouting your nonsense

and let me get back
to checking my inventory.

He may be right, Fitz.

Coulson could be leading us
into a trap and not even know it.

The whole world's coming
apart at the seams.

- Now's not the time to follow blindly.
- No.

It's times like these you stick
with the guy you believe in.

It's 100 floors.
But the only way in is through the roof.

Identify yourself
and state your purpose.

Agent Grant Ward,
you know who this is.

Hand called it in.

We have specific orders
not to let anyone in

without Agent Hand present.
So, where is she?

Where do you think she is?

She's heading to meetings

with every high-ranking
S.H.I.E.L.D. agent still out there.

There's a war going on,
in case you guys missed it.

You really want me to radio her?

Have her turn the plane around,
come all the way back?

That's exactly what you need to do.

All right. I guess you boys have
never seen Hand angry, have you?

Take cover!

HYDRA!

- Open the door!
- It's against protocol.

I don't care about your protocol!
Open the door!

You're gonna get me killed!

Screw it.

Come on, come on!

Come on.

- Took you boys long enough.
- We need to radio security.

How the hell did HYDRA know
that you and Hand were coming?

We told them.

A little warning next time?

I mean, they had automatic weapons.

I couldn't resist. it was too good a line.

Let's go shopping-

Air's clear.

First time I came down here
was to lock up Johnny Horton.

Ever heard of him?

That guy somehow gave himself
these lion's paws for hands.

Can you imagine?

That doesn't seem practical.

Everybody's got their own
weird thing I suppose. Here we go.

You know the Slingshot program?

Yeah, that's how S.H.I.E.L.D. gets rid
of its dangerous technology.

Do they, now?

Welcome to the toy store.

All right, grab all you can, boys.

If it looks dangerous, good.
Alien, even better.

It's all here. The Slingshot's a fake.

They shot a lot of empty rockets
into space.

Maybe every once in a while
they put a monkey in one for kicks.

You really think Fury would
give away all these goodies?

We're talking about the same guy
that messed around

with Tesseract technology
and sparked an alien invasion.

There you are.

Remember this?

Yeah. We found it in Peru.
Some sort of plasma particle beam.

Plasma particle beam, my ass.

I look at it more as a gold card.

Coordinates are about
a seven-mile hike from here.

Terrain's pretty rough,
even if it wasn't covered with snow.

Agent May and I could
lead a scouting party first.

Make sure this isn't a trap.

There's no time.

In less than eight hours,
a NATO satellite

will pass directly over us.

If the bus is still here, they'll know.

I've been doing this long enough
to know that somethings up there.

But this mission has to be your choice.

A lot's changed in the last few days.

I know you all have your doubts

about what we've been doing,
about me.

But I don't.

Which is why I'm going to find
whatever Fury has waiting for us.

With you, or without you.

Well, you heard the man.
We don't have much time.

You're welcome, gentlemen.

Don't forget to follow your dreams.

Ladies.

This ought to keep Coulson busy
a while.

Grant. Come on.

We gotta roll. Chopper's almost full.

- There it is.
- What the hell are you doing?

You mind?
You might wanna take a step back.

I'm not following.

Coulson told me there was a little
something hidden down below.

Hate to tell you but
this is the bottom floor.

I've seen the blueprints
with my own eyes.

Care to make it interesting?

Loser buys dinner.

Perfect. I'm so sick of the crap
we ate on that plane.

Well, hello, gorgeous.

This is not good.

Bears? Did it find bears?

No. it found nothing.

No sign of life, a S.H.I.E.L.D. base,

or anything making it
even remotely worthwhile

freezing our butts off.

Did you mean what you said
earlier about Coulson?

I don't know, Jemma.

I wanna believe Coulson knows
what he's doing, but...

Well, at least we still have each other.

Yeah. Good.

'Cause the last thing I want
is for things to change.

Fitz. It's too late for that.

You think he's okay?

It's been a rough couple of days.

That's not what I meant.

Don't act like you know
what Fury had me do.

Well, he had you spy on him
for a reason. So, what was it?

Fury was concerned about Coulson
finding out the truth.

The doctors felt it would have
negative consequences.

Like what? Like he'd go crazy?
Spontaneously combust or something?

It's not clear.

All I know is he seemed stable.
Until today.

And now he has us in the middle
of nowhere chasing ghosts.

That's because his whole world
fell apart.

He's not alone in that.

This is it.

There's gotta be something here.

Stay alert. Eyes open.

It's gotta be here somewhere.

How long should we look before
thinking about heading back?

We're not going back. Not until we find
whatever Fury has waiting for us.

- What about the satellite?
- It doesn't matter.

The bus used all its remaining fuel
just to get us here.

Did you know this before flying us
out into the middle of nowhere?

It was the right play.

Fury sent us these coordinates
for a reason.

And what reason is that?

I don't know, May! I don't know.

There's gotta be something here!

This means something!
This has to mean something.

The world needs us.
HYDRA is out there.

We cannot let them win.
We cannot let them define us.

Do you understand that?

We are not agents of nothing!

We are Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.,
and that still carries weight.

It has to carry weight after
everything we've been through.

That carries weight!

I'm sorry.

Get down! Get down!

Well, it seems like we found it.

Nobody move.

I really don't think
that's going to be a problem.

This is a S.H.I.E.L.D. facility.

Shoot first, ask questions later?

Doesn't sound like S.H.I.E.L.D. to me.

It's not HYDRA.
This is Fury reaching out.

There's no way to know that for sure.

There's one way.

- Phil, don't!
- No!

Phil!

Identify yourself.

I'm Phil Coulson, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Welcome, Agent Coulson.
We've been expecting you.

I've never been so happy to
buy a man a steak dinner in my life.

Wait till you see the bill.

Why the long face?

There's a complication
with the hard drive.

I don't like complications.

This one involves Skye.

We had three teams try to hack it,

but she programmed it to erase all data

if anyone other than her
attempts to access it.

Of course she did.

In case it fell into
the wrong hands, I guess.

You know what that means, Romeo?

What is this place?

One of Fury's secret bases.

Ah, I call it Providence.

Although, technically,
it doesn't have a name

because technically it doesn't exist,

it being a secret base and all.

If everyone would follow me...

Pretty cool, huh?

I'm sorry. Who are you exactly?

Eric Koenig, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.,
Level 6.

Phil Coulson.

I know. I know, it is an honor
to meet you, Agent Coulson.

And I apologize for the kerfuffle outside.

The Precision Remote System

was designed to destroy any
rapidly moving metallic object.

It was my badge.

It was...
Okay, that's gonna be tough to replace.

But, very soon, you're gonna
be issued your very own lanyard.

Lanyards for others

will be distributed
on a case-by-case basis.

What happened to Director Fury?
Is he alive?

Fury didn't make it out of DC.

It's been rough.
We're all a little shaken up.

Especially now that
the Fridge has fallen.

- Who is she calling?
- We had a man at the Fridge.

Ward? Thank God.

Can I speak to you in private?

It's nice having company.

Don't get me wrong, I mean,
this place is great.

What's with the windows?

Oh, that's supposed to make
the isolation more bearable.

Every day of the week, a different view.

Wednesday's pretty terrific
if you like topless beaches.

So, how long have you been in here?

- Since the Chitauri invaded New York.
- Oh.

Oh, it's not so bad.

Reading a ton of historical fiction.

Gaming online with my brother.

We're racking up major
Call of Duty hours. You play?

Of course. Lately, not so much.

So, was there something
you wanted to tell me?

Yes, my bad. Fury is not dead.

- What?
- Yeah.

HYDRA thinks they killed him,
but he managed to escape from DC.

So you just lied to my team.

Well, I don't know them.
And those are Fury's direct orders.

Only a select few people
can know that he's alive.

Maria Hill, Cap, a couple of
others, and now, you and me.

Where is he now?

No one knows, ever since he went dark,
no one's heard from him.

This is highest priority
Full Eclipse Protocol.

No one else can know.

I'm not comfortable keeping
secrets from my team.

Well, they haven't been vetted.

And if you talk,
we're gonna have a major problem.

Are you threatening me?

100%. Fury's orders.

Not big on the trust, is he?

So we're good?

We're good.

Great!

I'm gonna get you set up
with the lanyard.

Maybe ask Agent May
to pull the plane in.

I've got a parking space for it
and everything.

All right, see you soon.

A secret base, huh?

Sounds just like Fury.

Skye confirmed.
Fury's out of the picture.

Well, that is good news.
Gives us one less thing to worry about.

Listen, about the girl...

Look, I know how much it means to you.

I'll get it done.

Hey.

We all have our weaknesses.

The heart wants what it wants.

We can't control everything.

So, if you can do it the easy way
without blowing your cover,

then by all means.

I just need some time alone
with her to get the information.

You'll have it. Coulson will be busy.

I'll give you 24 hours to get
the password and get out.

After that, well,

cross off the team
and bring the girl to me.

- You got your story straight?
- Yeah.

We just need to make it believable.

Who are you?

Grant Ward, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Who? Make me believe.

Grant Ward, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Identify yourself.

Grant Ward, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Welcome, Agent Ward.
We've been expecting you.

Thought you might've given me
bad directions.

At least the machine gun
didn't start shooting at you.

You Okay?

Ah. It's just a scratch.

Maybe a broken rib or two.

Come on.
Simmons should take a look at you.

Then maybe we can get that drink.

Deal.

You? You have to be kidding me.

I've been in a cell smaller
than my shoe closet.

I wasn't allowed to eat with a fork.

Which would've been worse

if I had been allowed to eat anything
but meatloaf.

I did just bust you out.

Yeah, out of a prison you put me in!

Do you know what my life was like
before I met you?

It was really nice.

But because of you,
I've had my assets frozen,

I've been beaten,

you almost ripped my tongue
out of my mouth!

But I didn't. I'm regretting that now.

Yeah, and all that for a fake.

Raina here, she told me
the truth about "The Clairvoyant."

He didn't respond well.

Hey, I bought it. That's on me.

But you're crazy if you think I'm gonna
do another damn thing for you.

You didn't tell him?

I didn't wanna spoil the surprise.

It's true I'm not gifted, Quinn.

But that doesn't mean
I don't have a special gift just for you.

My Gravitonium.

That's all you got to say?

- Thank you.
- That's more like it.