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You haven’t slept in three days.
Neither has your wife.
You’ve paced the length of the Tower with a continuous steady pace reading from a tablet in your hands; occasionally with your son in your arms as he sleeps.
You know what you have to do; you’ve been prepared ever since you and your wife and your son were threatened by Red Room.
You haven’t eaten either; you feel helpless but you learn everything you can about Ward and subsequently every member of Coulson’s team, trying to get into his mind.
You’ve been waiting for three days for a word from Ward; he wants something and the only reason he’s taken one of your children is to use him as a bargaining chip, you’re sure.
Skye hasn’t left her laptop in hours; Jemma begged her to get some sleep but the furthest that got was hacking in bed.
Jemma feels guilty; she has a spot in the med bay set up for an examination when he comes home to make sure he okay.
Clint had taken it out on a punching bag; it took Cap four of them.
Stark and Banner were looking as well; trying to modify that tracer they used to find the Tesseract.
None of them can find him.
You’re Natasha Hill; first and foremost you are a mother and a wife and it took a lot to get Noah in the first place so you refuse to give up on him.
You realise that no one else in your family will either.
You haven’t slept for three days, waiting for the call.
At dawn on the fourth day, it comes.
He wants to trade.
Skye for Noah.