A/N: I started writing this chapter before last week's episode, so expect some details to not line up. Anyway, hope you like this chapter. :)

Simmons lies awake in her bed. Her face staring at the ceiling. She knows she needs all the rest she can get so she won't accidentally screw anything up while carrying out Kasius' orders, but sleep refuses to come. Not that it matters really. If her calculations from her week of servitude are correct, she should be receiving a wake up call any minute now. So she gets out of bed and makes it up.

Ensuring that there aren't any wrinkles in the sheets as she does so. Granted, Kasius apparently never set foot in the slaves' quarters, but she still felt compelled to make sure things looked presentable in the off chance the blue faced narcissist ever did pay her a visit. Right as she finished making up her bed, the alarm intended to wake her up sounded in the room. It ran for about fifteen seconds and then Simmons' world returned to complete silence. She takes her Kree robes from her drawer, puts them on, and sits at the foot of her bed. Five minutes later, another slave enters the room carrying a brush and gold paint. Simmons closes her eyes while the woman begins to paint her face; her mind still processing everything that has transpired.

Thanos and Neblua came and went and Kasius filled Simmons in on their search. Nebula and Sinara located the source of the energy surges, but as luck would have it, the energy released from Simmons and the others teleporting onto the station messed with the camera feed preventing them from seeing a clear picture. Since the group teleported into the restricted roach area, Sinara wrote the intruders off as likely being killed.

Simmons wondered if Sinara knew the truth about her. Kasius promised Thanos a thorough investigation in spite of this and Simmons remembered seeing him flinch when Thanos held his gauntlet up to his face. Again, seeing Kasius squirm even for just a moment put a smile on Simmons' face.

Speaking of her face, once she felt the brush leave her lips and the other slave place her hand on Simmons' shoulder to indicate she was finished, she handed Simmons the paint and brush and the two of them changed places on the bed. Now it was Simmons' turn to paint her face and lips gold. And like the other woman, Simmons carefully took her time. All those under Kasius' enslavement took great care to make sure even a speck of paint was not out of place. Because if it was, then the person with the out of place paint on their faces would be punished as Kasius' method of improving everyone's performances.

If only Daisy were here. She'd show that blue bastard a thing or two, Simmons thinks.

Truth be told, she doesn't even know if Daisy, Coulson, May, Mack, and Elena are alive. Kasius never let her leave his suites and he always kept a collected attitude around her meaning they were keeping a low profile and he hadn't found them, they were disrupting the station and he wouldn't let anyone know it was getting to him, or as she fears, they're all dead. Though if they were dead, he certainly would've bragged about it.

One longs for the days when one's biggest worries was being sucked out of an airplane, Simmons thinks and then refocuses on the task at hand.

She takes about twenty more minutes and when she's satisfied, she places her hand on the other woman's shoulder. They both stand up and approach Simmons' mirror to look themselves over. They give themselves nods of approval and leave the room. Kasius had already begun entertaining new guests, humanoid aliens with skin the color of gold, as Simmons entered the dining room. One of them has a smile that almost rivaled Kasius' smug grin.

Simmons once again pushes her thoughts of disgust and vengeance aside so she could properly focus. Things proceed normally for a while. Simmons served drinks that consisted of weird Kree drinks along with the occasional human beverage like martinis and even apple juice. Kasius seemed to have an odd affinity for the latter drink.

The gold woman meanwhile shot apprehensive glances at Simmons the entire time. She did her best to ignore them and the woman in general, until Kasius' distorted voice called her over. Simmons approached them with a tray of Pina Coladas and handed one to the gold woman. She took a long gulp of the drink; never breaking eye contact with Simmons. Simmons stared right back until she finished the whole thing. Simmons then took the glass back and started to walk away, but the woman grabbed Simmons' arm, nearly making her drop the tray in the process.

"Ayesha? Is there a problem?" Kasius asks the gold woman.

"This slave," Ayesha begins. "I see a look in her eyes that I haven't seen in a Terran in decades."

"And what look is that?"

"Defiance."

Kasius grins at this. "Yes, beautiful isn't it?"

"'Dangerous' is a word I prefer," Ayesha says and takes another drink from Simmons' tray.

"And that, my dear Ayesha," Kasius says walking behind Simmons, "is what makes her a beauty worth cultivating." He strokes Simmons' cheek again and her grip on the tray tightens considerably.

"Forgive me if I think she'll try to screw with you one day," Ayesha mutters in between sips.

"Ayesha, you may be an honored guest in my suites, but that does not give you the right to criticize my property," Kasius replies when suddenly a loud crash in the room breaks up the standoff.

They all look to the source of the noise; a young woman, barely 18 from the look of it, kneels over several broken glasses and the tray she just dropped. Her eyes widen in fear at Kasius' glare and she bends down to start to clean up the mess. On instinct, Simmons sets her tray aside and goes to the girl's side.

"Jemma. Exactly what do you think you are doing?" Kasius asks. Simmons grabs the girl's shoulder and pulls her up to her feet.

"Removing her from your sight. She's embarrassed you enough already. No reason to risk her continuing to do so trying to fix the mess she made," she replies; voice strong and face stoic.

"That is an excellent answer," he says while giving Ayesha a brief glance. Her demeanor is that of a pouty child. He calls over another slave to clean up the mess and Simmons leads the girl back to her quarters; world returning to silence once she is no longer in the same vicinity as Kasius.

She sits her down on her bed and notices that tears are already staining her face and making her make up run. Simmons grabs a cloth on her bedside table and begins to wipe the girl's face.

"I'm sorry about what I said," Simmon says or at least hopes she properly says. "I just needed to get you away from Kasius before he did who knows what…can you even hear me?" Simmons asks.

The girl nods and says something that Simmons can't hear, but can tell from reading her lips was 'can you hear me'.

Simmons shakes her head. She goes back to her bedside table and pulls out a small tablet from it. Kasius left it in her room to communicate with the other slaves, but she never felt much incentive to use it before now due to the others not being all that talkative.

Simmons places her hand on the tablet turning it on and a screen projects in front of the two of them. Simmons presses a few keys on the tablet typing out the following message:

My name is Jemma Simmons. What's yours?

She hands the girl the tablet and she types out a reply.

Abby. Thank you so much for helping me back there.

It was my pleasure. Here, let me see if I can fix some of your make up.

Simmons hands Abby the tablet and pulls some gold paint out of her drawer. She wipes away the paint on Abby's lips and some of the other run make up before starting to fix it the best she could. While she does, Abby types a little more on the tablet.

You're different from the other slaves. I've never seen one try to help another.

"Let's just say it's a trait I picked up from my friends. Actually, they're more than my friends. They're my family."

What happened to them?

"I don't know. I haven't seen them since I was taken. All I can do is hope for the best." Abby puts the tablet down after she says this and lets Simmons continue her work on her face. "And there we go." Simmons takes Abby to her mirror to look herself over. "Good as new," Simmons compliments and Abby gives her a half smile. She holds the tablet back up and types something else.

Thank you, Jemma. Is it alright if I ask you something?

Simmons nods her head.

I heard Kasius talk about you being from a time before submission. A time when the Earth actually stood. What was it like?

Simmons takes the tablet back and types:

Beautiful. Just beautiful. It's something I took for granted because I always believed that the world would keep spinning. Looks like I was wrong.

Abby starts to get somber after reading this, so Simmons quickly changes the subject.

Your parents. Are they with you here?

Abby's head droops down and she shakes it before taking back the tablet.

Kasius promised they'd be safe if I came up here, but then a renewal happened. Kasius even claimed my father killed my mother. I wish I was as brave as you, so I could

The text stops in its track and Simmons realizes that Abby started crying again. Simmons leans over and gently hugs Abby; the young girl hugging her much tighter in return.

"Things will get better soon. I promise," Simmons whispers.