"He's alive, but he doesn't have any memory of what's happened," she says, swallowing the thick lump that's begun to knot in her throat, like it wants to take hold and take control. "I don't know who I am without him. Fitz has been beside me every step of the way, from the Academy, to the Hub, to the field and I would be dead if it weren't for him and..." She breathes shakily, before the hysteria can take deeper hold.

She rubs her palms under her eyes, to try and avoid the tears. "I don't even know what we're doing anymore. Agent Coulson is meant to be rebuilding SHIELD? I don't know. I honestly don't know if I care if Fitz isn't there at my side."