He'd still been having trouble speaking days after, he'd gotten a little better but pacing the cell he found he didn't know what was next for him. Oh he'd sung like a bird about some aspects of Hydra. Couldn't give everything away, make himself unneeded. He had to be indispensible to them. And with Garrett gone he could care less about Hydra. He never had cared for any of that Nazi crap they spouted, he'd been in it for John. No more. No less. Not that it made him any less a traitor in the eyes of SHIELD. He supposed offing Victoria Hand did that.
He blinked, just once, just as he'd done many times before, but when he opened his eyes the world had shifted around him? A teleporter? Was this the end then, were they finally just gonna shoot him, decide they didn't need his intel. And in a graveyard of all things, that was classy even for them. Was Coulson being poetic, was that it?
In the distance he saw her, running toward him. Happy to see him. Talking about the train? The dammed train? Time travel? Did that mean John was still alive somewhere, that he could save him from crossing that final line and losing his mind entirely. And did that mean that Jemma Simmons still thought he was SHIELD.
She had to, she'd never have gotten this close.
"I don't know Simmons, wish I did. We're nowhere we should be, I can tell you that. A damn graveyard?" he said simply, his voice still hoarse. "Thing is I'm unarmed. Long story, lost a fight with a crazy bitch who cheated. You wanna give me that?" he said pointing to the gun.