All the next steps Casey's taken, one right after another. Each one has made sense; every one has been right. But now that he's here, he's not sure where to go next.
Sherlock can know everything, but he still doesn't know people, and John doesn't know everything but he knows people, and it's just a little knowledge. And a very dangerous thing.
The ODS doesn't negotiate with terrorists.
Fitz is in a coma; the team holds a vigil, each in their own way.
Some secrets were worth dying for. Others, Higgins decided, really weren't.
Peter trusts his team. Except Peter doesn't trust anyone.
Casey can't defy the inevitable.
Rick's been on the team three years, and he's not the new guy anymore. If only he could convince his team of that.
That's when Jemma realizes, she loves Fitz; she knows Fitz. She just doesn't know herself very well at all. Finale fic.
Eventually, it all sounds like hail HYDRA to him.
Some bonds, once forged, can't be broken.
Man can bleed a whole lot more than that. Always seems like more than it is.
They hold true because they always have, not because they always will.A
Casey's never been scared of such responsibility, but he's scared of this.
She never asks him to stay. He always comes back.
One agent...or the mission. It's not an easy call...except it is.
Thor comes back to Earth. Jane thinks it's great. Except all the times it isn't.
Rick knew how it was supposed to go. He joined the CIA to be a hero; he wanted to serve his country, to do the right thing. Serving was a choice, but the mission never was. The right thing wasn't black and white, and the fact was, there were no heroes in the CIA. There were just people who did what needed to be done.
Because the drift is hope and memory; it is future and certainty. It is unity and harmony; it is completion and silence. It is the best thing and the worst thing.
That underneath the guises; underneath the facades; Billy's no hero at all.