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upat4amwiththemoon · 1 year

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Kitson

Summary: What happens on the planet Kitson is contagious and burns.

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x female!reader

Warnings: being high

Word count: 2211

a/n: this is just Agents of Shield 06x03, because it’s one of my fave episodes

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

Y/N walks to the counter with Daisy and Jemma. Her head has started to feel fuzzy and her thoughts are going all over the place, but she tries to shake it off and ignore it. She stops when Daisy and Jemma do, almost bumping into them.

“Once we get inside, we’ll separate and search, and if he’s not here…”

“He better be dead.” Jemma comments, completely serious.

“What?” Daisy whispers.

“Better dead than in the brothels.”

Y/N nods at the sound logic. She turns to Daisy. “I agree.” She mumbles. “You better die before going to the brothel.”

Daisy scrunches her brows. “I’m not going to the brothel.”

“Right on.” She pokes her shoulder. Y/N chuckles quietly, making the other two laugh quietly as well.

They walk over to the counter. “Welcome to the House of Games.” A person in front of them greets. Y/N leans her head to the side, staring at the person, they don’t look entirely human. “Please check your weapons and moral high ground.” Her eyes widen the more the greeter talks. The speech is starting to get slow and distorted. “Robots, droids, mechs, cyborgs, and synths are strictly prohibited. Violators will be removed and executed.”

“Wow.” Y/N whispers, nodding along, though she feels like she doesn’t understand half of what is being said. They walk to the counter where Jemma gives her weapons away to the guard. Daisy and Y/N don’t carry weapons on them, as they have their powers.

“Are you two feeling okay?” Daisy asks quietly.

“Are you?” Jemma asks back.

“I asked you first.”

“I asked you second.”

“I didn’t ask.” Y/N mumbles, wanting to be part of the conversation.

Daisy raises her brows. “On three. One, two, three…”

“I’m tripping balls. I’m tripping balls.” “I’m not okay at all.” Daisy and Jemma say at the same time.

Y/N starts giggling, trying to muffle it with the back of her hand. “So am I.” She prolongs the last word. “I’m sooo high right now.”

“Oh, we seem to be experiencing some kind of adverse reaction to something.” Jemma sniffs the air, which makes Y/N snort, as she somehow finds everything funny. “Perhaps the atmosphere.”

“Maybe sending Davis back to the Zephyr was a bad idea.”

“No. I’m sure this is just temporary.” Jemma assures. “Our bodies will adjust.”

“I’m not sure I want to, this feels funny.” Y/N leans her head on Daisy’s shoulder, dropping it when Daisy starts to move.

With a grumble, Y/N goes to stand in front of the hallway inside.

“Welcome.”

They start walking through the hallway, going through a scanner. Y/N gasps as all the rainbow lights start dancing around her. She lifts her hand up, trying to touch them.

“So pretty.” Jemma smiles beside her.

Y/N lets out an airy laugh. The trio walk through the hallway with their heads leaning back to look at the lights and bumping unto each other as their coordination isn’t the best.

When the group gets to the stairs, they haven’t gotten any better. All three of them are slowly ascending the stairs while crouching and holding onto the railings so they wouldn’t fall. Y/N is behind the two, practically sliding down the stairs.

“I’m just gonna say it. I don’t think it’s the atmosphere.” Daisy mumbles, her words slurring slightly.

“No. That was silly.”

“Yeah.”

“Silly scientist.” Y/N mumbles with a giggle.

Jemma’s eyes are half closed as she comes up with a more possible explanation. “It’s clearly p-psychopharmacological epxpisli-docious.”

“Docious!” They all yell and laugh. “Oh, I think it was the things, the little puffies we ate.” Daisy realizes.

“Bad little puffies.”

“You ate two of them!” Daisy laughs, turning to look at her girlfriend.

Y/N giggles. “They were so so good!” Her head nods down, but lifts it quickly. “But Davis, he ate like six of ‘em.”

They all laugh, stopping momentarily to lean against each other. “Oh, I hope he’s okay.” Daisy mumbles.

They continue ascending the stairs. Y/N slips, but gets her footing back quickly. Daisy puts one of her hands behind her back so Y/N can hold it.

They make their way to the bar, very slowly, and finally they reach it. Pulling themselves up to the chairs, they all smile, looking at each other. The bartender puts drinks in front of them.

“We made it.” Daisy smiles, leaning the side of her head against the table.

“Yes, we did.” Jemma lifts up her head. They high five each other, almost falling off of their chairs in the process. “Why are we here?”

Y/N shrugs, drinking her cocktail.

“Because we’re on a mission.” Daisy answers with a grin.

“Right.” Jemma nods. “What is the mission?”

“The mission is…” Daisy and Y/N glance at each other with smirks. “Ladies’ night!” They yell at the same time.

“Yeah! Ay-ay-ay-ay!” They all celebrate.

“Woo!” Y/N lifts up her hands, waving them around in the air. “Party, party, party.” She chants, downing the rest of her drink like a shot. “Can I have another one?”

“Do you remember when we first met?” Daisy looks at Jemma.

Jemma’s head is propped up against her palm. “Yeah. You lived in a van.” Daisy hums. “And it really smelled.”

Y/N starts laughing. “Oh, I really wanted to see the van. And smell.” She smirks at Daisy.

“It didn’t smell.” Daisy pushes Y/N’s arm.

“Yeah.” Jemma nods, laughing at Daisy’s shocked and annoyed face. “We called it the Fartmobile.” Once again, they all laugh. “You had..you had big hair.” She comments.

“You had big…nerd face.” Daisy tries to bite back, though it doesn’t really land. Still she continues, raising her brows. “Do you- what house are you in, hmm? Gryffindor?”

“Uh, Ravenclaw. Girl, please.” Jemma scoffs.

“Show us some spells!” Y/N shouts.

Jemma grabs the straw from her drink, making Daisy gasp and Y/N look at her intently. “Expecto Patronum!” She waves the waves the straw around. Gasping, she stares at the end of it. “Hello, little monkey Fitz.”

Daisy turns to Y/N when Jemma starts talking to her hallucination. “You’re really pretty.” She mumbles with a smile. “I’m so glad you’re mine.”

Y/N rolls her eyes with a shake of her head. “Stop it.”

With a laugh, Daisy turns back to Jemma when Y/N starts talking to the bartender so she could get a third drink. “This might sound so weird, but I feel such a strong connection to you, like we’re both different parts of the same cosmic being.” Her words come out slowly as she goes to put her hand on Jemma’s head. “Do you feel it?” Turning to face her, instead of seeing Jemma, there’s an unknown man there.

“I can feel it.” He smirks. “Your ship or mine?”

“I- I have a girlfriend.” Grabbing Y/N’s arm, Daisy pulls her away from the bar. Y/N whines, staring at her non finished drink standing on the bar top, all alone. “Where’s Jemma?”

“Huh?” Y/N’s side bumps into Daisy’s.

Daisy stays quiet, scanning over the bar. She has a very focused look on her face as she tries to maneuver through the people while still holding onto Y/N.

The stop in front of a game table. “Don’t worry everybody. We got this.” She slurs out. The players glance at her, not really caring. Crouching, Daisy and Y/N get under the table, finding Jemma laying there. “Oh.” She feels the soft carpet.

“Hey, I think my parents are mice.” Jemma says out of nowhere.

Daisy nods. “That makes sense.”

They go to sit up. Y/N groans when her head hits the underside of the table. “I’m sorry for dragging you all across the universe.” Jemma apologizes.

“Oh, no, don’t be. It’s good. It’s only made us closer.”

“I just miss Fitz so much.”

“Aw, yeah, I’m sorry.”

Y/N pats Jemma’s leg, though it feels more like slapping. “We’ll find Fitz.” Jemma nods, patting Y/N’s arm in return.

Getting sad, Daisy pulls Y/N closer, so she’s almost laying on her. She wraps her arms around her neck, squeezing her, making Y/N cough. “I’m so glad you’re my Fitz, well, not Fitz, but you know.”

“You’re choking me.” Y/N mumbles, but fully leans into Daisy’s touch.

Daisy giggles. “It’s not the first time.”

Jemma awes at them. “I just love that you two found each other. Daisy, you are so strong no and so confident. And much happier.” She puts her hands on Daisy’s cheeks. “I’m so proud of you.” She cries.

“Really?” Daisy sets one of her hands on Jemma’s cheek, the other still wrapped around Y/N’s neck. “It means so much coming from you.”

“I just love you so much. You’re my best friend.”

“I love you too.” Daisy starts crying as well.

Caressing Daisy’s skin, Jemma’s voice breaks. “Your skin is so soft.”

“I know.”

Then Jemma turns to Y/N, holding and squeezing her cheeks. “And I’m so glad I met you. You’re my best friend too.” Tears are streaming down all of their cheeks. “I’m so glad you decided to join Shield, even though it was really sad what happened to the After Life.”

Y/N nods, her lower lip jutting out from the pressure of Jemma’s hands pressing on her cheeks.

Suddenly a high pitched noise rings in their ears. “Shh.” Daisy presses her fingers to Y/N and Jemma’s lips.

“What is it?” Jemma whispers, the crying all forgotten.

Daisy shushes her. The high pitched tone comes again. “Do you hear that?” The sound comes and goes, sometimes they hear one whistle, sometimes two.

“I mean, it sounds almost like a dolphin.”

Y/N gasps. “Are there dolphins in here?” Suddenly the noise becomes louder and constant. Groaning, Y/N presses her hands against her ears to muffle it.

“I’m never eating alien food again.” Daisy grumbles.

“No, but is it possible to share auditory hallucinations? I think this is something different.”

“Well-“ Daisy scoffs, sticking her head from under the table, jostling Y/N in the process, before coming back in. “And why does nobody else seem bothered by it?”

“Maybe it’s only perceptible to humans.”

“Like a secret signal.”

That makes them all more alert, except Y/N, who keeps tapping her palms on her ears to make the sound distorted. “Fitz.” Jemma and Daisy hurry to stand up, forgetting they’re under the table and hitting their heads on it. “Ow.”

Y/N giggles. “Idiots.” She goes to sit up, but hits her head on the table, for the second time. “Oh.” She rubs her head.

When the noice stops completely, they crawl from under the table hastily. “Excuse me.” Jemma grunts as Daisy uses the table to hoist herself up. Y/N takes hold of Daisy to pull herself into a standing position.

They turn to the entrance. Chronicoms with big guns are walking in. “Oh, man.” Daisy turns Y/N and Jemma so their backs are against the entrance. “Do those guys look like the guy that we have tied up on the Zephyr?”

“I see them too, which means they’re very real and they’re here for Fitz.”

“They’ll have to get by me first.” Daisy extends her hand and uses her powers, but it hits a panel instead of the enemy. “That was way off.”

One if the Chronicoms shoot towards them. “Hey! I got him.” Jemma takes hold of Daisy’s arm and points it towards the shooter. “Fire!” It gets knocked down by Daisy’s powers.

“Okay.” Daisy breaths heavily. “You go. We got it from here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. If I can’t quake it, I’ll break it. And Y/N can literally conjure up anything.”

“Okay.” Jemma runs away.

Daisy and Y/N stand on in front of the Chronicoms. “Sorry, boys. It’s ladies’ night.” Daisy starts fighting them, kicking and punching quite well considering her state.

Y/N holds out her hand, looking at her palm with a glare. A bag of chips appears on it out of nowhere. “Ooh! I wanted these.” She smiles, swaying on her place.

“Y/N!”

“Oh, right.” Throwing away the bag, Y/N thinks of a knife. “Yes.” She grins and starts throwing them towards the Chronicoms as fast as they continue appearing into her hands. Most of them stick into their heads or somewhere in their body, but some of them land way off.

Y/N and Daisy continue fighting them, at times stumbling on their place, but still holding their grounds. Grunting, Y/N kicks one Chronicom to the ground while stabbing another in the neck.

When she notices Daisy getting overcrowded by the Chronicoms, she conjures platforms under her feet to get over the obstacles to get to her. She jumps down on top of one of the Chronicom’s shoulders, doing a maneuver to get it to the ground.

She rolls away from him, giving Daisy space to quake its head off. “Please let that be the last of them.” She leans to a table, taking a breather.

Y/N still lays on the ground, giggling. “That was fun.”

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writerofadream · 6 months

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Can u either do Nat x Reader oneshots, or Clint x Reader oneshots.

And have a powered reader, with gravity manipulation

(seriously best power ever ngl)

Of course I shall, mi amor, I'll do whatever your heart desires. I'll be starting off with Natasha first!

If I am being totally honest, you kind of didn't know what to think of Natasha Romanoff at the begining.

I mean how could you? She came up to you with her beautiful red hair and amazing voice.

You didn't know what to do!

But Natasha knew exactly what to think of you from the start.

Fury had told her exactly what you deal was and why you were there in the Avengers just like her.

You worked with Bobbi Morse, and when she went undercover at Hyrda... you did as well. But you didn't make it out.

A year later, a girl named Daisy Johnson pulled you out, and well the mess you had been undone to, wasn't pretty.

When you became even the slightest upset everything around you seemed to drop to the floor, people, animals, picture frames, food, the list went on.

So when you found out that SHIELD wanted more from you, that they wanted you to join the fucking Avengers?

"There ain't a chance in high Hades I'm going ANYWHERE, with you." Is exactly what you screamed at the poor intern assigned to picking you up.

... There's a chance that you may or may not have pushed him twenty feet away from you with a flick of your wrist very soon afterwards.

So Natasha came next.

Well, after an hour of... talking, you joined, and let me tell you, the ammount of god damn JOKES Tony made about you 'Shaking his world.' made you want to drop him through his building to the bottom floor, no scratch that, through the bottom floor.

When Natasha asked you out, it was- something to say the least.

Nat at 3 a.m: *Knocks on your door* You opening the door yawning: What the fuck- Nat quickly looking at a spot on the wall behind you: Do you want to go out yes, or no? You tired out of your mind: Sure? Nat: *slams door*

When you did start going out Clint and Tony made about a million bets (Who'd kiss the other first, etc.)

You did, you kissed her first, (cue sounds of Clint clapping in the background and Tony crying) and it seemed to be the only thing that kept your emotions in tact

Natasha loved you, she loved the way you looked at her, the way your mouth smiled, she loved each of your scars, she loved you, and that meant every part.

Now here comes the true oneshot time.

You were not a cuddler, but surprisingly, Natasha was, after the redroom and all that time with Drakov, and not truly ever knowing the way a loving touch felt, meant she loved whenever you held her, or whenever your shoulder brushed hers, any simple touch, made her so happy.

Natasha had a tiny secret, which was that she loved cooking, her best memories where when she was younger with Yelena, and her parents were at work so she'd cook up something special for her younger sister, but you on the other hand, were terrible at cooking, the one time Clint tried to convice you, you got so pissed off the entire refrigator began floating and getting suspiciously taller then Cint.

Nightmares were a common thing between the two of you, but on days were it was truly terrible, the entire bed would lift off the ground and you'd scream these horrible words, and when you woke up? All you'd do was stare at your hands and rock back and forth.

Natasha's nightmares on the other hand were always silent, but you weren't used to silent, the tower was always bustling even at nightime, no matter if it was the familiar pang on the window as Tony's pet project The Spider would come in to repair his suit, or if Clint was pacing in the vents, or if Thor and Loki were fighting over Uno... again, or if Steve and Bucky were sparring with Wanda, and finally Natasha's familiar snore, it was soft, but whenever it stopped you woke up quickly. When she woke up it was different, she'd wave you worried hands away and tell you nothing happened.

When you guys fought, it was deathly silent, aside from the gentle hum of raw energy in the air. If she was to blame you'd just stare at her and with a whisper of despair all you'd manage was "Why?" and if you were at fault you'd get the cold shoulder, she'd change bedrooms, and wouldn't tell you what you did wrong.

she proposed because god knows your not risking rejection from the god damn black widow of all people

Now it is Clint's turn.

He screamed at you the first time you met.

Okay let me explain.

You had walked into the compound on your first day after a workout session at the gym, and it had been fucking four in the morning (You had sleep issues), and he was just laying half in-half out of the vents, and when his half opened eyes saw you...

Well he screamed.

Loudly.

Surprised by the action, a chunk of the wall fell down and you cursed, and made the concrete rise back into its place in the wall, and you stitched it together, Clint watching you silently the whole time.

When you finish, you give him a slight glare and walk off

Hes in love

Your hot, powerful, and hate him??? literally on his knees

He fell first, and he fell hard.

You didn't fall in love till around age of ultron.(at least that is what you told him)

But you ask him out first, and you do it at the worst time possible.

*during a fight* You as you bring down a building with a snap of your fingers: Just curious, you free saturday? Him blowing up some bad guys with his arrows: Yes- why? You: We're going on a date then and just wanted to make sure.

... does natasha give you the shovel talk?

...kinda...??

one night you go to bed and wake up somewhere in the middle of isreal tied up with a large piece of paper sitting in front of you that says "fucking watch yourself."

and then y'know, u quicly become besties... somehow

clint hates it (but he likes that it makes you both seem brighter)

now heres the real oneshots

he's not the best with kids, but you are, yet kids make you worried

the first date is a movie and dinner

he doesn't visit your part of the tower till the fifth date ;)

after the loki incident and even before that nightmares were common with clint, he was even more paranoid the nat

there was a gun underneath his pillow, a smoke bomb on the dresser, a comprresed bow and 15 arrows in a basket by the bed

and ofc his gravity girl <3

(thats ur name on his phone)

(his name on urs is: hawkie xo)

he loves cooking, like it borderlines crazy,

"hey babe, do you want to go out tonight cause i dont wanna cook?"

clint crashing out of the vents screaming his head off: FUCK NO. IM ABOUT TO MAKE THE MOST SCRUMPTIOUS SHIT YOU'VE EVER TASTED

and then- and then somehow he does??

your a super big hugger, but he's not.

none of the avengers have noticed the fact u 2 r dating

steve catches the signs though

he notices the way you 2 act after rough missions

You had been ignoring everyone on the way home, the avengers has went after a sex trafficking ring and you had stumbled on a room full of what the children called 'the miss behaviors' it was a room full of twenty-three children dead, with one bullet in their heads.

Now you sat in the kitchen your head in your hands. "What can't the big bad, Gravitas, deal with it?" Clint teased. "Fuck you, Barton." You hissed at him, about to stalk upstairs. "Wow, the great Gravitas can handle everything but emotions can't she?" He laughed at you and Tony was about to tell him to screw off, but Natasha grabbed Tony's arm and shook her head.

Suddenly a kitchen knife flew at Clint and he deflected it quickly. "Oh come on, such a cry baby." He smiled wide and joyfull. You were standing in the hallway shaking quietly and when you turned around you were smiling.

You were fucking pissed. You launched yourself at him, and the entire compound shook. But Clint didn't return any of your punches. He either took them or blocked them.

Finally you just stood there, your fists clenched. "Come on gravity girl. You'll be alright." He whispers.

Then... you break.

#writing #clint barton #age of ultron #avengers assemble #avengers #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natalia romanova #black widow #marvel fic #fanfic #super powers #queer writers

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magecrafts · 2 years

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I don't want to give u a backlog of requests but if u ever feel like it, I love soft Daisy (aos) and I can never find fics for her. also I feel like you'd be really good at writing her :)

love languages ; physical touch.

a/n: so i got into a mood and will now be writing the five love languages of daisy johnson, even if it takes me nine years. this one is ... angsty fluff? idk i am no longer capable of accurately gauging levels of angst. but it's soft. and pls never apologize for sending requests! sometimes they're the only thing that can get me writing.

daisy johnson x reader ; the first love language.

warnings: none.

i might be taking requests, but no promises. either way ... read this before making one.

You and Daisy have never been good at talking. There’s too much to say that could turn everything sour (because, on the other hand, you’re fantastic at fighting) and neither of you want to run the risk of ruining the little bit of good you have left in the world.

Relying on body language wouldn’t work if Daisy didn’t say a whole lot more with every move she makes than she does with her mouth. And that’s not to say she doesn’t talk—she does, a lot, when she’s in the mood—but she speaks body language better than anyone else you’ve ever met.

And you? You’re fluent enough in Daisy Johnson to list it as a skill on your resume.

When you come home with glassy eyes and your shoulders sagging, Daisy abandons her research and makes room on her bed. You won’t go to your own side of the room, not when you’re upset. Your side of the room is where everything you're hoping to avoid is lying in wait.

You’ve been sharing a room for eighteen months now. It would be weird if she didn’t know your patterns by now.

“Long day?” she asks.

“Long life,” you say with a huff and throw yourself across her bed. (Your feet dangle off the edge. You’re in Chucks and you hate laces after long days. And Daisy doesn’t like shoes on the bed.)

I can fix that, is what you hear when warm hands inch beneath your shoulders and ease you up. Fingertips kiss collarbones as the jacket is stripped from your shoulders and dropped onto the concrete floor. Heat coats your throat as she works her fingers through your hair and shakes it out, rubbing your scalp in soothing little circles. Drop all your problems and I’ll pick them up for you, you hear somewhere between then and when Daisy hunches over to do away with the sneakers for you.

You curl up at her side and sigh. “I’m giving Coulson my two weeks,” you mumble, squishing your cheek against her chest.

“No, actually.” She picks up your hand, flashes the faintest smirk, and kisses your knuckles. “You’re not.”

No, you think, I’m not.

And then you watch: Daisy tracing the lines on your palm, the pale veins in your wrist, the bump of bone down below your little finger where hand eases into wrist. The scar on your forearm from when you were thirteen and broke a crystal dish belonging to your mother, tried to clean up the pieces yourself from behind a mask of tears, and wound up in the emergency room with eighteen stitches.

The feeling comes next.

You feel the way she says I’m here with a chaste, lingering kiss to your temple; the you don’t have to do this alone when she clutches you to her with a ferocity that from anyone else would make you flinch away; the we’re safest together when she tips her head back and bares her throat before tucking her chin over the crown of your head; and the I’ll take care of you in the steady hand that lingers at the small of your back; the I am yours when she makes the exact amount of space you need to curl into her that much more. The I love you in her bated breath as her chest rises and stalls, then falls.

It all means something.

You know it does.

Language like that from a woman whose life depends on the amount of control she has over her own body has to mean something.

And to you? It means everything.

You don’t remember falling asleep, and you don’t think you’re quite ready to be awake, but when you squirm to get comfy again and remember exactly where you are—nestled into Daisy, legs intertwined, her hand lost in your hair and cradling your head to her chest while she snores softly with a case file open and abandoned on her lap—you reckon there are worse worlds to be awake in.

#daisy johnson x reader #daisy johnson imagine #daisy johnson imagines #agents of shield imagine #agents of shield imagines #aos imagine #daisy johson fanfiction #marvel imagine #marvel imagines #marvel fanfiction #rated: g #daisy

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jessicaaatje · 2 years

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Nightmares

Daisy Johnson x fem!reader

Request is here.

Summary: Reader having a bad dream about one of the missions, Daisy is there to comfort her.

TW: Mentions of shootings, blood and death.

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Hey, I'm sorry to let you guys wait for so long for a fic, but I struggled with writing an ending in this one and I had a tiny writing block. Further my posts are going to slow down maybe, because school is going to start again, but I still have wips and my requests are still open, it only will take some time.

Hope you enjoy!

Chronicoms, creatures from the planet Chronyca-2, they want to destroy the secret agency called SHIELD. What do they do for that? They are using the method of time travel, travelling to an important time and change history.

Now they went back in time before SHIELD was grounded, the mission was to eliminate Peggy Carter, one of the founders of SHIELD and a SSR agent. The perfect moment in time is at a gala, whereby everyone could come in.

One moment everything was fine.

Another moment the first thing to notice was the sound of guns being fired.

Your team - existing out of Mack, Daisy, Elena, May, Coulson, Deke and Simmons - made sure that the civilians were safe first, before getting ready to take oout the chronicoms.

Some agents from the SSR were going down, because they just didn't know that the people who were firing at them, weren't actually real people.

When the first chronicom noticed that your team was also on the gala, he notified the others and the firing moved from the SSR agents to the team.

'Guys, they want to kill Peggy Carter', Daisy realised as first, 'we need to get her to safety'.

'Copy that, Deke make sure she is out of here', Coulson replied.

It felt like hours before Deke came back to help again, here everything seemed to slow down.

Deke, instead of firing his gun, fell down on to the ground. You ran to him to help him stop the bleeding, only it was so much, too much.

The second person who was shot was May, she was like a mother figure for you so you screamed, screamed until you felt your throat become raw.

'SIMMONS, May and Deke are down come help me give them medical', you screamed into the comms. Only to be answered with a static. Meaning Simmons was or to busy, or she was down too.

You saw Daisy, your girlfriend sending quakes to many chronicoms, but you also saw a gun being fired at her. A second later she was down.

'Mack, Coulson, you guys still with me?', you asked, not sure if you are completely on your own.

'I'm still here y/n, but Mack is down', you felt a little bit relieved, relieved that there maybe was hope, 'and there are more chronicoms coming now'. With that all the feeling of hope left your body, knowing that you couldn't leave this mission alive.

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'Y/n'

'Y/n, wake up'

Daisy was trying to shake you awake, because you were mumbling and screaming in your sleep. All that woke Daisy up, notifying her that you were plagued by a nightmare.

'Y/n'

You jumped awake -if it wasn't for your girlfriend the chance was big that you would fall out of your bed- your breath was unsteady, you got shivers all over your body and you didn't know where you were.

The first thing you felt was hands on both your shoulders, making you look around the room with terror in your eyes.

'Y/n, it's me, Daisy', you could hear the sentence but your breathing was still to heavy and your mind was to hazy for you to focus on her.

Daisy knew this so she did the next thing she hoped to comfort you, holding you against her with almost a deathgrip. Letting you know she was there.

When you were mumbling in your sleep, Daisy heard you crying out May's name, about her being shot. So the next thing to let you calm down was to let you know the team was fine.

Grabbing her phone and calling the contact called 'Deathly May'.

It took a while, but the phone went over and May asked what was wrong in a groggy voice. Daisy was explaining the situation and soon after setting the phone on speaker and giving May the chance to calm you down.

'Y/n, I'm okay, you hear me?', May said, 'The mission was good, nobody got hurt there, you are fine. I am fine, and I will see you tomorrow on the Zephyr alright?'.

You nodded, getting slowly out of the daze from your nightmare, 'Thank you May', you mumbled and let May hang the phone.

'Daisy, I'm sorry for waking you', you said after a moment of silence, not looking into her eyes.

'What?', Daisy asked stunned, 'you don't have to be sorry, I have nightmares too remember? And when I have one, YOU help me, so I help you now too'.

'But let's go back to sleep alright? I will be here when you wake up', your girlfriend said to you and you replied with a nod.

'Good night, y/n'.

'Good night, Daisy'.

Moments later you guys were both asleep snuggled into eachother.

#daisy johnson x reader #daisy johnson imagine #agents of shields imagines #daisy johnson x fem!reader #marvel imagine #destoyer of worlds x reader #quake x fem reader

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thebisexualdogdad · 2 years

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trainee S.H.I.E.L.D. member falling for Agent May or Daisy

Daisy Johnson x Male!reader

After the fall of Shield you were one of the last agents who stuck around.

You were getting ready to graduate from the academy when word broke that the legendary John Garrett was Hydra.

Then Major Talbot basically destroyed the reputation of Shield and most agents jumped ship.

You had met Coulson a few months prior when they were investigating the Donnie Gil fiasco so when you reached out to him and told him you were standing by Shield he brought you onto his team.

"Alright everyone, some of you met Y/N back at the academy and if you didn't, well this is agent Y/L/N, I was quite impressed with his skills and seeing that we had some openings on the team I thought he would fit right in," Coulson explains.

"Hi I'm Skye, we didn't have a chance to meet but if Coulson says you're good then I trust him" she says reaching her hand out.

All she had to do was smile at you and you were instantly falling for her.

"Hi I'm Y/N," you say, shaking her hand awkwardly.

"Yeah I know," she laughs.

"Sorry, you're the hacker right? Coulson told me about you it's so nice to meet you… it's nice to meet all of you," you say catching yourself.

You still had a lot to learn and started following Skye around like a puppy dog, most people would have found it annoying the amount of questions you asked but Skye found it cute.

May on the other hand was quite annoyed on her behalf.

"For someone who was supposed to be top of his class he sure is clueless," May complains after having to listen to you ask Skye a bunch of questions about 0-8-4's.

"Give him a break, he's sweet," Skye replies.

"You know he's just doing that cause he likes you right," Mack states.

"Yeah, was that not obvious? He's got it bad for you Skye," Trip laughs.

"It's not like that he just wants to be a better agent and we don't have a whole lot of those left these days," Skye shrugs.

"Whatever you say," Trip chuckles.

Skye then starts overthinking all of your interactions and the next few days she acts just as awkward around you as you have been with her.

"Y/N?" Skye says as the two of you are alone in a van on standby waiting for the signal, "can I ask you something?"

"Of course," you say nervously.

"You don't- like… have a thing for me do you?" She asks.

"What? No- I don't-" you start but she's looking in your eyes and you can't lie to her, "yeah, I like you… I'm sorry if that makes things weird you're just so badass and smart and crazy beautiful and-"

"Do you want to get drinks with me after the mission?" Skye says cutting you off.

"Yeah, I'd like that," you smile.

"Good," she smiles back.

"We've got movement, everyone fall in," May says over the coms.

"Got it, we're on our way," Skye replies and turns to you, "I'm looking forward to those drinks."

"Yeah, me too," you say, still processing the fact that you had a date with Skye.

#agents of shield imagine #daisy johnson imagine #daisy johnson x reader #x male reader #fic

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purposefully-lost · 9 months

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He'd only made it through two-thirds of his first period before he broke. American Lit had started simple enough. Student took turns reading outloud through a chapter of The Great Gatsby, and he'd been happy enough to focus on highlighting dialogue from the likes of Nick Carraway and Daisy Buchanan, but then the teacher had turned them out into groups for discussion. He'd made the mistake of glancing towards Rabbit's empty chair and Macy Foster had noticed and told him "I'm sorry about your friend," in a soft voice and then he was done for. He'd excused himself to the bathroom, and Mrs. Johnson either didn't notice or didn't care that he'd taken his bag with him when he left.

Chris didn't want to hide himself away in a bathroom stall. And he figured the locker rooms would be less than private once the bell rang in the next fifteen or twenty minutes, so he walked the length of the hall and headed to the only place he could think would be empty this time of day. It was spring time, but he was hit with a cool breeze when he shoved through the doors, and he shivered as he stomped his way across freshly-cut grass towards the football stadium. Underneath the tall concrete seating area that filled up every Friday night was a walkway with rooms for concessions built into the sides, and it was over one of those counters that he hopped. Every now and then some of the students from yearbook club would help out to sell snacks and drinks during the games, which was how he knew that he could find a cool, dark place to hide on the floor behind the counter.

Chris' bag hit the ground beside him and he drew his legs up to his chest, hugging them close. The hum of the fridge where they kept sodas and bottles of water was the only sound here apart from his own ragged breathing. He'd started crying before he'd even left the building. There was an ache so deep and pervasive in his chest that he wondered if he couldn't scratch at it until he broke through skin and reach deep inside himself to find it. In his mind, he repeated the details of the crime scene that he'd learned from the news over the past few days. It was carnage, they said. It was bloody, the bodies were mutilated, the extended family chose to hold closed-casket funerals, there was no sign of Jonathan Stone.

Choking, Chris buried his face in his arms. He hid there for a long, long moment, trembling, then reached for his phone.

[Chris:] I can't do this

He didn't need to say anything else. Andy would know. He stared at the screen for a long moment, watching a minute tick by, then another, his heart squeezing. He was about to give up and throw the damn thing before a reply finally popped up.

[Andy:] You'll be okay.

[Andy:] Bell's about to ring. I'll walk you to gov?

Chris sniffled, reading the message a couple of times. It was so simple, but it had him trembling. He wanted Andy to walk him to gov, like he did every single day, and halfway down the hall Rabbit would split off from their little group to make it to his own class. His hands shook as he tried to type out a reply.

[Chris:] I already left

There was a pause. Then:

[Andy:] where are you?

It only took him ten minutes to make his way out to the stadium. With no introduction, Andy had slid over the counter and landed with a quiet thump of sneakers against concrete before he was crouching down in front of Chris. Even in the dim light, the red around his eyes was visible. Neither of them had been sleeping well. "Hey," he said softly.

"Hey," Alex replied, his voice hoarse. He'd held Andy's gaze for only a few seconds before he was dropping his hold on his knees and suddenly the both of them were tangled up in a tight hug. He choked on a sob, held fast against Andy's shoulder, and he could feel the shake in Andy's chest, too.

"I know," he whispered, his voice thick. "God, Chris, I know. I know, I know..." A litany of soothing whispers were offered as they both broke down, not for the first time and certainly not for the last. By the time they parted, they were both snotty, sniveling messes, and Andy was gently petting down some of Chris' hair, trying to flatten where locks that had recently been cut short wanted to stick up in every direction. He glanced down to meet Chris' gaze and offered a soft, wobbly smile. "What do you say we get out of here?"

Chris nodded, eager. He wanted nothing more than to just stay with Andy. He'd cling as long as he was allowed. His voice broke when he pushed the word out. "Please."

#strike out // andy #hunted // rabbit #drabble #😔💔💔💔💔💔

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skyler10fic · 2 years

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Reveal - Ch. 11: Control

Summary: Daisy has a lot to learn about her new powers, but she receives the best help there is from a distinguished guest.

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Between catching up on classwork and having to watch everyone else train with their new powers while she had to sit and heal, Daisy was depressed. She tried to be happy for Carol, who was learning how to use her rocket powers in a safe, fireproof room where she could train without destroying anything. On the more invisible-powers side, Jemma and Fitz had gained limited telepathic abilities to send each other mental voice memos so they mostly just stared at each other even more than they used to. Joey practiced his metal bending, Kenesha turned water to steam and ice and even a little rainstorm, and others dashed around with superspeed, built up their superstrength, or honed their gymnastics with stunning dexterity and balance. One kid could even walk up walls as long as he used his hands for stability.

She reluctantly applauded along with everyone else as the spider kid completed his first journey across the ceiling.

Jemma plopped down on Daisy’s makeshift sofa made of gym padding. “Vibrokinesis.”

“Sorry?” Daisy turned and raised an eyebrow.

“It’s what you have. Vibrokinesis.” Jemma let the word hang in the air as a revelation.

“Are you sure it’s not lycanthropy?” Daisy asked sarcastically.

Jemma rolled her eyes. “You’re not a werewolf. No one is afraid you’re going to suddenly cause an earthquake on the night of the full moon.”

“Awooo!” Daisy howled quietly and poked Jemma with her elbow. “Certain about that?”

Jemma laughed a little.

“They are afraid of me, though. I can tell.” Daisy gestured out to the cadets.

Jemma didn’t have patience for Daisy’s dramatics when there was a new scientific discovery to convey. “Would you like to know more about your powers or just wallow?”

Daisy sat up straighter. “I’m listening.”

Before Jemma could launch into her speech, Carol trudged out of her fireproof room and collapsed next to them on the floor with a sigh. She laid her head on Daisy’s lap, and Daisy began stroking Carol’s disheveled hair out of habit.

“I’m exhausted,” Carol whined. Daisy noticed Carol’s training clothes were a little singed, but not nearly as bad as her first time practicing.

“You listen too,” Jemma instructed, tapping Carol’s shoe with her own. “I’m about to tell Daisy what I’ve deducted so far about her powers.”

Carol straightened and turned to Daisy, who was still slouched in discouragement. Carol intertwined her fingers with Daisy’s and squeezed gently before focusing on Jemma.

“Whatcha got, Simmons?” Carol asked.

“Vibrokinesis,” she said a third time, finally eliciting the desired reaction.

“Oooo, impressive!” Carol looked back at Daisy, who was still reticent to cheer up.

Daisy shrugged. “So I make stuff shake and break things, including my own bones. Any way to make it voluntary, and preferably, painless?”

Jemma sighed. “I think you’re missing the—Hold on, I have something to show you. I’ll be right back.” She stood and began walking to her lab, but then turned to further explain. “The global director of the Secret Warriors program, Dr. Jiaying Zabo, wrote about this possibility in her research. It’s so much deeper than you think. I mean, truly fascinating, beyond any physics I’ve studied, but the theories she had…”

Jemma finally noticed in her ramble that everyone in the entire gym had gone silent and was staring just behind her in awe and reverence. Jemma slowly turned and found herself face to face with the global director herself.

“Daisy Johnson?” Dr. Zabo walked up to Daisy, who snapped up to attention. “Your friend is right. Come.” She beckoned.

Unsure of this invitation or where they were going, Daisy looked to Bobbi, who only nodded that she should follow immediately. The Program’s global director outranked them all.

“You too,” Dr. Zabo gestured to Jemma and they left the gym floor for the lab. Carol tried to follow, but Bobbi called her back to discuss Carol’s progress with her powers.

Once they were in the lab, Dr. Zabo nodded to an agent Daisy recognized. On their first night being recruited into the program, Dr. Zabo had been there with her.

“Alisha Whitley,” the agent introduced herself. Jemma and Daisy introduced themselves in return.

Dr. Zabo told Agent Whitley they “wouldn’t be long” and the agent understood it as an order. She stood guard just outside the door, close enough to hear but far enough to keep an eye on anyone approaching.

“Dr. Zabo—” Jemma began after a moment of silence.

“Please, call me Jiaying.” She seemed to wince at her title and last name, unless Daisy imagined it. No ring, but a ring outline tan. Recent divorce was Daisy’s guess.

Jiaying noticed Daisy’s evaluation of her but besides a silent challenge, daring Daisy to ask, she ignored it. Instead of feeling like a spy in training, Daisy realized sheepishly upon being caught that she just felt rude. This spy stuff was going to take more practice for sure.

Jemma started again, also a little flustered, “Jiaying … ma’am … I was just telling Daisy about your work on vibrokineses, but Daisy would like to know if there is a way to control it.”

The corner of Jiaying’s lip turned up in a slight smile, letting them relax a bit. “Of course. So I take it your destruction of property was involuntary then?”

Daisy wasn’t sure if she was being tested or made fun of, but she decided a simple yes was best and tacked on a ma’am for good measure.

Jiaying thought for a moment, considering Daisy inscrutably.

“You don’t just make things shake, Cadet Johnson. You can sense and control the vibrations of everything around you.”

Daisy looked around the lab. “Vibrations of what?”

Jemma stepped in. “At an atomic level.”

Daisy nodded to pretend she understood. “And I can control … the atoms?”

Jemma clarified, “Sense the vibrations and then manipulate them. Like, causing earthquakes, for one example.”

Jiaying rushed in, “But that’s not all. Here.” She walked over to a sink and turned on the faucet. A steady stream of cool water poured out. “Feel the water without touching it.”

Daisy approached the sink, and Jiaying demonstrated, holding her hand to the side of the water. She stepped out of the way, and Daisy copied her. With both of the scientists watching, Daisy felt a bit like an experiment. She closed her eyes and breathed as her mom had her do before. If centering herself could help her stop her powers, maybe she could start them again without bringing the building down.

She felt it. Each individual drop, no, even smaller than that. She opened her eyes and moved her hand. The water followed her even as it poured down, manipulating its path at her fingertips’ instruction.

Daisy exhaled in relief. She turned to share the moment with Jemma but lost control and directed the water in her direction.

“Hey!” Jemma squealed, now wet.

“Sorry!” Daisy turned off the water reflexively and Jemma assessed the damage to her outfit. Their eyes met and they couldn’t help the giggles that overtook them.

Finally, Jiaying cleared her throat. “Good start, cadet. Your next exercise will be harder. Come.”

One by one, Daisy learned and conquered the tasks Jiaying set for her, from moving a rock across a table to shifting liquid in a bowl. That is, until they got to a row of water goblets. Daisy was familiar with the party trick, of course. She knew the glass would sing when a finger glided water along the rim. But, of course, the point of all of these exercises was that Daisy wasn’t allowed to touch the items.

They were grateful Jemma had made them put on safety glasses as each goblet shattered. Over and over.

“It’s okay, this is why we have these,” Jemma said each time, picking up a tarp that had served as a table cloth and another off the floor, carefully wrapping up the shards of glass they contained. Each time, Jiaying added more glasses on a fresh tarp as Jemma recycled the old one.

“I’m never going to get this!” Daisy finally cried out. She couldn’t rub her eyes with the safety glasses on, but she could feel the embarrassed tears starting to burn.

“You’ve made progress today. We start again tomorrow in practice room 3.” Jiaying placed an understanding hand on Daisy’s arm before leaving her and Jemma alone.

“She’s right.” Jemma leaned against the table with the fresh goblets, arms folded. “This morning, you hadn’t even used your powers on purpose. Now, look at what you can do.” She gestured to all the completed tables of exercises.

Daisy collected herself and took in her accomplishments for the day. Another realization hit.

“It didn’t hurt.”

“Hm?” Jemma began cleaning up the tables, and Daisy joined her.

“Using my powers.” Daisy looked over her shoulder at Jemma as she poured the water from the unbroken goblets into the sink. “It didn’t hurt this time. I’m ready to fight again.”

Jemma swept up a pile of dust that Daisy had earlier, with great effort, shaped into circles on another table.

“Well, that’s up to the doctor, but I’d certainly mention that to Jiaying tomorrow. Maybe she can clear you for training.”

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Daisy didn’t have time for fighting this week, Jiaying informed her. Once again, Daisy felt sheepish at Jiaying’s unstated correction. This opportunity to hone her powers with the global director was a huge honor for Daisy and incredibly rare for any enhanced person, especially a cadet. Daisy wondered what new high expectations Fury and the higher-ups at Shield had for her if she was receiving this kind of one-on-one instruction with Jiaying.

Occasionally, Agent Whitley would interject with urgent business from the Shield council of directors, and Daisy would be humbled that her teacher was also the leader of the entire Program around the world. Jemma too was taking advantage of the opportunity, gathering as much information from Jiaying and data from Daisy’s training as she could. Fitz was doing the same with the others as they trained, and they would compare notes in the evenings.

“Do you see different patterns to powers in different regions?” Jemma asked one day as Jiaying corrected Daisy’s posture and arm positioning.

“It’s not patterns so much as where the need is,” Jiaying explained. “Each power fulfills a need in the world, rights a balance to the energy of the universe.”

“How did you learn all of this?” Daisy asked. It felt like an intimate question, but they were in close proximity with just the three of them all week; it seemed reasonable to want to know something about her teacher so she dared to let the personal question fly and see how it landed.

Jiaying stayed silent for a moment. “From my mother, and her parents before them, for generations.”

“Your family was Shield agents that far back?” Daisy wondered if it was common to have legacy families like her own, forgetting Shield’s founding date for a moment.

“No,” Jiaying let out a surprised laugh. “Just my parents. They left the haven where our people, powered people, had lived for generations. They were scared of and saddened by what they saw in the world after the war, so much pain and so much evil. They met Agent Carter and her husband working undercover. He wasn’t in all his red, white, and blue.” She gestured to her body to indicate she meant his superhero suit. “If they had seen him in costume, they probably wouldn’t have made such fast friends. But meeting someone else outside their village who had powers and was using them for good changed them. It gave them something to believe in. They helped Carter and Rogers with the early days of Shield, specifically the part for people like us. It wasn’t always easy, even within Shield.”

“That’s why you stay,” Jemma said, putting pieces only she had together. “You don’t just protect the program’s existence. You protect those of us in it.”

Jiaying looked away. “There are those who would use our abilities for their own selfish ends. My parents lived through horrors no one should have to experience. But they did it to serve and shield our community. So we’d never have to go through what they did.”

When she met Daisy’s eyes, Daisy read deep pain there but also deep hope. Jiaying was willing to shoulder the heavy burden of leadership and bureaucracy and legacy to carry on a duty. One she’d inherited as her birthright but also as her responsibility. Daisy felt less alone for a moment. She too knew the weight and honor of Shield family expectations.

“I’m sorry,” Daisy said meekly. It didn’t seem like enough.

“Don’t be.” Jiaying shook her head. “Be willing to protect others, and use what you’ve been given wisely. You have a gift. So do many others, in every corner of the world. Every one of us has a part to play in the balance of the world’s shield.”

Daisy and Jemma understood she didn’t just mean the organization but the metaphorical, symbolic shield of protection that they formed. Enhanced people all around the world were united by this woman and by Programs like this one to train them to use their powers for the benefit of all.

By the end of the week, Daisy could not only make water goblets sing but move mountains—or hills, at least. Jiaying and Agent Whitley took the four friends to a state park just outside the city on Saturday, and while Carol practiced flying in the open space and FitzSimmons took notes and formed theories from observing them, Daisy practiced causing small rock slides without earthquake tremors. It was all about precision and control, the breath and the focus. Sometimes it was hard to maintain her concentration with Carol’s flight attempts and Agent Whitley calling out instructions to Carol to test her aerobatic agility, but the distraction was helpful for the training as well. Jiaying reminded Daisy that in the field, there would be many more distractions and she would need to be able to work precisely, whether to dismantle a gun or take out a specific target, without destroying everything else in the area.

It took hours of flattened trees and failure, but Daisy got there. She could push a park table without touching it, even rattling it free first when it was bolted down. She could shake the chains of a basketball hoop in rhythm without cracking the backboard. And she could cause rock slides hundreds of feet away.

At the end of the day, Agent Whitley drove Jiaying and the cadets back to the Secret Warriors building where Bobbi was locking up for the evening.

“I return these cadets to you in full confidence, Agent Morse,” Jiaying said formally. “Keep up the good work with your Program and keep an eye on them.” Daisy could have sworn Jiaying winked in her direction.

Bobbi lit up at the unexpected compliment. “Thank you, Director. I certainly will.”

Seeing Bobbi’s honored reaction, Daisy realized these last few weeks had been a test for Bobbi too. She was an excellent field agent, of course. But she had taken to being an instructor like a duck to water. To have the global director’s approval in her first year was a major milestone and an honor, especially if Bobbi wanted to make it her career.

She caught Daisy observing her. “What?”

“Nothing!”

“So you’re ready to be back in the ring?” Bobbi asked. “No more pain or fractures?”

Daisy beamed and showed Bobbi her clear, healthy arms, no bruises or inflammation. “All better and ready for duty, ma’am.” She gave a quick salute with a wink.

Bobbi pursed her lips and gave a mock scrutinizing inspection to match Daisy’s teasing formality. “Carry on, then, cadets. See you Monday morning, bright and early.”

“Don’t remind us,” Fitz grumbled just as his stomach growled.

She laughed and shook her head as she left.

The four turned to each other, having succeeded at the two most intensive weeks of their training.

“Well.” Fitz clapped his hands. “Time for dinner?”

“Yes!” the girls agreed enthusiastically.

As they walked across campus to the cafeteria for dinner, Carol slung an arm around Daisy’s shoulders.

“Hey babe, have I told you you rock my world?” Carol could hardly get it out, she was already laughing at her superpower humor.

“Aw yeah?” Daisy returned. “Well, you light me on fire.”

“It’s photon energy, actually,” Carol teased.

“Whatever, shut up.” Daisy kissed her on the cheek already conveniently located next to her lips.

Jemma leaned into Fitz. “Is that what we’re like to the outside observer?”

Daisy broke in, “WORSE. You guys don’t even say it out loud anymore.”

Carol added, “Yeah, at least when you bantered out loud we knew what you were talking about. Or, heard what you were talking about, even if we didn’t understand it.”

Fitz tsked. “Nosy and cheeky.”

“You’re cheeky,” Daisy retorted, too hungry and tired to care if it made sense. “God, I could eat a whole pizza.”

“Ugh, me too,” Carol added.

“Mmm I’m thinking about a lovely burger and a pile of chips.” Jemma said it so dreamily the others laughed.

At the end of the day, no matter how much changed or what obstacles they had to conquer, they had each other to lean on, laugh with, and come home to. And after all, that’s what they were fighting for: love, hope, joy, friendship, and family.

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The end! Hope you have enjoyed our three-fic journey! It's been so fun joining the AoS space. I'll have more Daisy and Carol, in other "universes" and deviations from canon, soon. :)

#skywriting #daisy johnson #aos #agents of shield #carol x daisy #carol danvers #jemma simmons #leo fitz #fitzsimmons #philindaisy #jiaying #bobbie morse #superpowers au #shield academy au #college au #university au

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mysticaltwoface · 1 year

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Open Starter

"Is it so wrong for me to wish to be desired?"

#Open Starter #Open to all #this is what i am (alina starkov)#i've become a summoner (yuna braska)#i make things shake (daisy johnson)#A tiger's blood bond(Celeste Kwan)#You pick the muse

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eventdrafts · 2 years

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CIVIL WAR - BROODS

BOBBI MORSE: It wasn’t worth hitting the S.O.S. button over. Okay, the Thunderbolts were on the Helicarrier. Stuff like that actually went down more than one would think. As a result, Bobbi took her sweet time as she practiced her lecturing voice for Zemo and Walker. She didn’t know much about Gemma Shin, but anyone who was a symbiote and went by Agony they had to be a piece of work. Holstering her gun, Bobbi was halfway across the launchpad when she noticed an agent hunched over. He turned as brown hardened his skin. She cursed, unclipping her gun only to see a flash of light.

ILLYANA RASPUTIN: She had played rock-paper-scissors with Lila Chaney and Blink to see who had to be the transportation and had nearly pitched a fit when she lost. Both Blink and Lila had pulled the we have S.W.O.R.D. duties and you know how Abigail Brand can be. Illyana had duties too, but Scott and Jean had asked and she respected them enough to make not one but two trips to the helicarrier to drop off everyone who couldn’t fly. “There.” She pointed a finger towards the agent by Agent Morse. “Brood. Have fun.”

PETER PARKER: "I'm sure there's no use trying to talk to these things, right?" Peter shot a web up at the ceiling and allowed himself to be pulled up, landing upside down and perched. "I mean, they're insect-like. I'm spider-like. Spider's are arachnids though, not insects. Guess we don't have as much in common as I thought."

DAISY JOHNSON: Daisy knew that things were gonna be bad as soon as she learned what the hell a Brood was, but the chaotic scene was still pretty overwhelming as she kept a hard grip on her pistol and shot a few rounds into one of the nearby insectoids. "Yo-Yo!" She shouted as she quickly shot a tentacle that was making it's way towards her friend. She caught sight of Yelena and John Walker across the Helicarrier and rolled her eyes. "As if this couldn't get any worse."

GWEN STACY: “I don’t know, dude.” The pink rimmed eyes on Gwen’s suit narrowed. “Do you talk to bug? Because I talk to symbiote spiders and I’m guessing that it’s not the same thing.”

HELMUT ZEMO: “I believe you have something that belongs to us, my dear,” Zemo approached the group, voice ever so slightly muffled by the purple balaclava obscuring his face. A gun was already clasped tightly in one gloved hand as he eyed the man succumbing to the brood a few feet away, “Really? Of course. Because we need more alien parasites around.” Without an additional complaint, he fired several shots at the agent, the man’s infected body crumpling to the ground a moment later. Zemo shrugged.

CINDY MOON: Cindy followed alongside Gwen as she shook her head at the two. "I don't think it's the same thing guys. Like, at all."

PETER PARKER: "What? You guys haven't tried talking to spiders before? Not that I have. Because that's.. stupid." Peter trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Never mind, it was just an idea!"

GWEN STACY: Firing webbing down, Gwen shook her head. “Right after I got bit, I got accused of murdering my best friend. So, I was more focused on not getting arrested by my dad. So. Little things.”

SAM ALEXANDER: The temptation to just leave and fly anywhere but the Hellicarrier was too strong. But Sam had a duty to fulfill. He couldn’t just up and quit on them now - regardless of how much the idea of insectoid aliens made his skin crawl. He was a…space guy, though? This was supposed to be his thing. Shaking the thoughts out of his head, Sam made a semi-rough landing at one of the vessel’s external entrances and quickly made his way inside. One of the creatures wasted no time in greeting him upon his entrance, and Sam let out a scream way too high-pitched to come from a boy his age.

YELENA BELOVA: This all felt incredibly reductive. There were too many of them for a simple flashdrive retrieval. Yelena hadn’t even bothered to put her mask and goggles on -- they knew who she was, so why not let them see her good side? Partnered with Walker, she was halfway across the Helicarrier when she spotted Daisy and blew a kiss. Two things then happened at the same time. Zemo shot the Brood and one of the doors opened, a wave of infected agents piling out as they tripped over themselves. “--How did you even get so many people on this thing??”

NADIA VAN DYNE: Body growing from barely visible to full size (also barely visible) in a single second, Nadia fired two blasts into the Brood that stood beside Sam. “They forgot to say boo.”

GEMMA SHIN: Gemma was following behind Zemo, the purple symbiote snaking around her back and then down her arms before Agony was out in full force. One of the Brood ran up and was gunning for Helmut, but she grabbed it by the neck with ease and threw it across the floor, slamming the parasite into a nearby wall.

ROCKET RACCOON: Unsurprisingly, Rocket was having a grand time turning alien bugs to goo. He let out a triumphant yell after basically tearing one in half with a long round of shots from his favorite gun. "These bastards are tough!" He paused to reload, smoke still trailing up from the barrel. "This is the must fun I've had in a long time!" Groot was a few feet away stabbing long tendrils of wood that extended from his fingers into the nearest Brood.

NEBULA: Why couldn’t Quill have done this? Answer: because he was looking for Gamora -- which was something that Nebula should have been doing. “They’re Broods.” Her voice was low. “They’re anything but fun.” They were nuisances, pests.

CINDY MOON: Cindy was about to speak, but then she spotted a Brood coming towards them and she let her webbing extend from her fingertips as she webbedthe bug into the wall, and extended her other hands webbing to form claws as she took another one on by hand, tearing through it's endoskeleton (ew) and tossing it to the side. "Woah, these things are gnarly!"

TONY STARK: Tony shot off three consecutive blasts from his hand phasers, knocking back a small group of Broods that had gotten too close for his liking. "I swear to god, if any of those tentacles touch me I'm not going to react very nicely."

ZEMO: Zemo brushed some debris from his jacket, eyeing the Brood with casual disdain and annoyance before turning back to the writhing purple symbiote, “Thank you, mein Freund.”

CAROL DANVERS (MCU): Call them the goddamn calvary. In all of Carol’s time in space -- and she spent most of her time in space -- she had only heard of the Brood. Which, she mused, was lucky because they were ugly sons of bitches. There were two things she was acutely aware of: one, there was another Carol and two, she could, under no circumstances, fly through the ship and blow it up. Not this one. Unless, of course, everyone left and she took the Broods out. That was to be decided later. Holding up her fists, pink, red and gold energy knocked into a batch of Brood and left mangled husks. “You know -- bugs never bothered me until now. How about you?” The blonde turned to the other Carol.

ELENA RODRIGUEZ: “Santo infierno.” The words were spoken under Yo-Yo’s breath in one rushed exhale. When Daisy called her name she shot forward, body propelled around the outer part of the Helicarrier before she snapped back into the spot she had vacated. “They’re everywhere.”

BUCKY BARNES (MCU): “Maybe now isn’t the best time for casual conversation—“ Bucky piped up in response to the Carol of his world as he worked to remove a still wriggling, half dead Brood from around his metal limb. “But I’m glad you’ve found time to make friends,” he quipped, mostly joking. Mostly.

JOHN WALKER: Walker swung out his arm and smashed a Brood next to him just as the infected agents started towards them. "This isn't exactly what I signed up for, you know!"

CAROL DANVERS: With an energy burst from the bottom of her boot, Carol shoved at a Brood coming at her flank, launching it into the metal paneling of the helicarrier. The force of the burst kept pushing until the Brood erupted, spilling goo down the walls. Carol grimaced, not bothering to turn towards her multiverse clone. "Always. These aren't bugs though-" another one crawled across the walls and Carol shot up another burst of energy at it, cutting it off from its beeline route towards them. They were everywhere, seemingly coming out of the walls. "-Just try not to blast a hole through the wall - or put your whole body through it."

SAM ALEXANDER: Sam let out a nervous, shaky laugh at Nadia’s joke as he actually managed to fight off one of the creatures on his own, “Ha ha ha yeaah - right, boo. Boo this, asshole!”

SAM GUTHRIE: "You doin' alright, Izzy?" Sam shouted through gritted teeth, concentrating as he held an energy shield for a few seconds before blasting away the nearest alien. As he turned around and took a few steps towards Isabel, he was slightly out of breath. "Ah'm afraid of blastin' a hole right through the ship. These guys are everywhere."

CAROL DANVERS (MCU): “--What?” Carol turned to look at Barnes. “You can’t talk and blow up bugs?” To prove her point -- she’s a show off, after all -- Carol extended one arm and fired off a blast without looking. She smirked slightly as it crumbled to the ground. His friend comment seemed like a little bit of a stretch, especially considering the other Captain’s comment. “Sometimes you find a good thing that works,” she kicked a Brood in the face, its exoskeleton hard under her boot. “And you take advantage of that.” They couldn’t all be fueled by Infinity Stones though, could they?

NADIA VAN DYNE: “If you need to take a second,” Nadia reverted back to her miniature size. “Please fly up above and do so. I don’t want you getting hurt because you’re distracted.”

BUCKY BARNES (616): "You ever feel like there are too many people in the damn room." James shoved backwards, the force of his weight pinning a Brood between him and the wall. They'd been on them from the moment they showed up on this fucking ship - didn't help that the helicarrier seemingly came equipped with them which of course meant every man, woman, and child with a suit was on board. Who was he talking to? The spindly bitched wrapped around him, digging appendages into his skin with a grip that just wouldn't let up. "Bugs, really? Fuckin' bugs?"

CAROL DANVERS (616): Carol, still close enough to Carol to feel the burn of heat from her blast, reached out and grabbed her wrist, tightening her grip just enough. "I'm serious. If you put a hole in here and they start crawling out for fresh air, them being bugs will be the least of your problems."

MILES MORALES: Miles was right behind Gwen, Deciding that Nadia was good with Sam and Riri seemed to be doing her own thing. He shot a venom blast in the direction of the other Brood that Cindy clawed to finish it off as he let out a breath. "This looks a lot worse than I imagined." He directed to Gwen.

JEAN GREY: “I hate the Brood.” Jean Grey hummed. It may have been uncouth, but her pink telepathic reach grabbed a handful and held them up in the air, squeezing them until there was a loud snap and they all fell silent. She was positioned above Scott and Logan, her lack of physical prowess meaning she wanted to stay airborne if possible. “Scott.” Jean’s head snapped down, energy shoving one away from her husband.

JESSICA DREW: Firing off a blast of energy from where she was in the sky, Jess hovered next to Tony. “I feel like something kinky could be said about that, and normally you’d be the one to say it.”

DAISY JOHNSON: Daisy made eye contact with Yelena as the widow walked onto the Helicarrier, but honestly they had bigger problems than the Thunderbolts. She may be friends with the blonde, but that didn't mean she agreed with the morals of Valentina. "I know," She breathed out, firing another shot to their right and landing it right in the insectoid's head. As the door opened and a flood of infected agents came out, Daisy's eyes widened. Those were her colleagues, some of her friends. God, she hoped May was alright. "Have you heard anything from the Inhumans?"

SCOTT SUMMERS: "We're going to do this again, aren't we." The buzz of energy went quiet as Scott pulled his finger from his visor, though the whir of noise was deafened by the chaos. The red tinted blast he was about to let out dissipated as Jean dealt with the problem for him. "It was one sprained ankle, Jean. I can handle a few Broods."

PETER PARKER: "I am so sick of being afraid of getting injected by alien eggs!" Peter watched Cindy clawed one of the giant bugs apart, and then jumped down from the ceiling to land right on top of one. Its back hit the floor and it yelled in his face, but Peter webbed it shut with a sound of disgust. "I do not think these guys brush their teeth."

SAM ALEXANDER: “I’m good! I’m ok — don’t-“ Sam shook off another creature, his boot coming down onto the alien with a loud crunch, “— worry about me!”

YELENA BELOVA: “I signed up for the view, but it’s terrible.” Yelena shook her head, braid thumping against her shoulder blades. She hated Walker. He was the swarmy kind of try-hard that set her on edge. He was harmless, ultimately, but annoying. She kept her gun out, both hands clutching it as she fired off a round into the crowd. They turned the corner, coming face to face with the Barnes from the fake Natasha’s reality. She fired off two shots into the head of the one he had pinned. It required shooting next to his face, but she smiled placidly. “You may think me when there’s less insects.”

TONY STARK: "Why Jessica Drew, what a dirty mind you have." Even though Jess couldn't see it, Tony hoped she could tell that he was smirking underneath his helmet. He fired off another blast to get an alien out of the way before it was in Jess' range. "This is no place to talk about such things."

HELMUT ZEMO: “Enough flirting, Yelena. We have business to attend to — “ Zemo added as he reloaded his pistol and discarded the empty magazine, “ - or did you forget already?”

BUCKY BARNES (MCU): “I don’t know about you, but I like to work in silence — “ Bucky deadpanned, flicking some of the rogue Brood goo off of his arm and onto the grated floor of the Helicarrier. The room was quickly filling with debris and viscera, but the creatures just kept coming. “Anybody have any better ideas??” he called out, voice betraying a bit of the panic he currently felt.

CAROL DANVERS (MCU): Something curled in her gut when Carol’s hand came to encircle her wrist. She waited a moment before yanking it away. “Thanks for the tip. I’ll file it away.” Her smile was sardonic and tone wry. “There’s planes here. Can Broods fly if they infect someone?”

BOBBI MORSE: Bobbi was not dead, but she had been knee deep in Brood bodies and she was running out of bullets. “If it’s silent,” she addressed Barnes. “You can hear the squishing. I’ll pass.” She checked the chamber of her gun. “Nope, but I’m three shots and out.”

BUCKY BARNES (616): The bullet grazed his cheek, the burn searing against his skin, but the appendages wrapped around him when slack enough that James was able to untangle himself. Good thing too, because it was still moving. He unholstered his second gun (the first had been knocked out of his hand when the bug first jumped him) and fired a couple of rounds, some unnecessary. Blood, or goo, or some type of life liquid splatted against the legs of his pants and across his uncovered skin. "Your aim hasn't gotten any better, Yen." he wiped a smudge of goo off of his cheek, streaking it with the back of his hand. "Let's hope you won't have to do that a second time."

TABITHA SMITH: Her ex-boyfriend (Sam) was there with his wife (gross) and Tabitha was a little too sober for all this. She let out two concussive blasts in a row before glancing up at Spider-man. The pink tint of her glasses made his red mask look even darker. “You new to the whole Brood bullshit?”

SAM WILSON: He landed hard, wings briefly shielding his body as a Brood charged him. As the metal pulled away, Sam eyed the two Carol’s. “We playing nice, right?”

BUCKY BARNES (MCU): “Fair point,” Bucky replied to Bobbi matter-of-factly, before addressing Carol’s question while he resumed fending off attackers, “I don’t know, and frankly I don’t know if I wanna find out.”

KATE BISHOP: “Ew, ew, ew, ew.” Kate was hopping in place as she tried to get Brood off her boot, albeit unsuccessfully. “Clint,” she notched her bow. “You said this was gonna be fun, not a nightmare.”

ELENA RODRIGUEZ: “Only that they were coming.” Elena frowned. She had to wait a second to run a lap, taking out as many as possible. “Careful, don’t quake too hard and bring us down. Not all of us can fly.”

JOHN WALKER: "Yeah, the view. Alright." John rolled his eyes, peeking out from behind his shield before aiming his gun and firing off a few rounds. "And Zemo? Shut up, will you?"

ISABEL KANE: “Well, I’m doing something, that’s for sure.” Isabel yelled back to her husband. She looked from goggled eyes down at the Helicarrier. “X-Men have fought the Brood before, right?”

CAROL DANVERS: Carol's eyes flickered towards a dead Brood, almost squashed entirely. She let out a breath, putting a little bit of comfortable distance between her and Carol. "I actually don't know. Maybe. I'm not looking to find out. Look - you're strong, some might say too strong. I'm not trying to badger you, but we don't need to burst through walls to show off, yeah?" Carol cocked her arm like she was cocking a gun and a bright burst of energy lit up around her entire hand. "When you're the best, you don't have to prove that to anyone." Without looking away from Carol, she fired, shooting a Brood right in the chest. The burst was powerful enough that it disintegrated, splattering Brood-blood everywhere.

CINDY MOON: Cindy watched as Spider-Man landed on top of a Brood and got met with a yell right in his face. She visibly cringed at the sight as she shot some webbing of her own to help keep the Brood pinned down on the floor before slamming her food down onto its head. It was easier that it looked like a bug, but the squishing noise was definitely unsettling as she shuddered and offered a hand to Peter. "Yick.."

NADIA VAN DYNE: “I always worry about you,” Nadia said solemnly. “But I respect you as well. Do you think we can do more down here or up there?”

JESSICA DREW: “Mhm, actually, I think it’s the perfect place to. Tentacle porn with the tentacles present.” She gagged. “God, I hate this.”

DAISY JOHNSON: Daisy tried to fire another shot, but she ran out of bullets pretty quickly and grumbled to herself before throwing her gun at one of the Broods and then holding her arm out, sending a concussive blast in its direction that practically disintegrated the damn thing. "I know, I know." She insisted, taking a step back as more started to approach them before sending out another blast. Almost instantly after that, their entire surroundings shook and she quickly grabbed onto the wall to keep from falling over. "Okay, I swear that wasn't me."

YELENA BELOVA: Hazel eyes rolled. “Don’t be jealous, Helmet. Green is not your color. Stick with purple, hm?” At Bucky’s comment, she frowned. “My aim is great, thank you. You could have a bug in your chest. It could go all,” she made an exploding motion in front of her own. “Your cheek will be okay.”

CLINT BARTON: Clint was firing arrows left and right, his back to Kate as he pulled another tip from his quiver and glanced back towards her hopping up from the ground. Rolling his eyes, he shook his head at her. "Hey, I never said fun. I said exciting. Those are two very different things."

JEAN GREY: “Yes, we’re doing this again.” Jean chided her husband before dropping between him and Logan. “Sprained ankles are still injury and the Brood--” she pushed a few back. “Are the worst.”

GWEN STACY: She webbed four together, the aliens gnashing and thrashing. “Yeah, what gave you that idea?” The blonde asked her friend. One opened its mouth and she webbed it shut. “Is it me, or are there more now?”

SAM ALEXANDER: “I don’t know?? I’d rather be anywhere but here, right now!” Sam replied, glancing at Nadia for a brief moment, before one of the Brood appeared out of nowhere and latched onto his leg, tentacles quickly tightening, “Fuck! Shit!”

HELMUT ZEMO: Zemo rolled his eyes back at Yelena, before resuming his search for the drive, even among all the chaos. They were on a mission, Brood or not, and he was damned well going to finish it.

CAROL DANVERS (MCU): “Too strong? Really?” Carol opted to use her fist for the next one. “I’m the way that I am. I have a way of doing things. Maybe that’s different from yours, but we’re both effective.” Carol hadn’t been trained in nuance. Her powers had been blocked from her; after that, she had taken to space. Usually, people cheered when she crashed ships with her body. “I’m not showing off.”

PETER PARKER: "What gave you that idea?" Peter stepped off the stomped-on, webbed-up Brood as he answered the person with pink glasses. "I've fought aliens before but they weren't anything like this."

ELENA RODRIGUEZ: “No?” Elena planted her feet to keep her balance. “Then what did?”

BUCKY BARNES (616): The corner of his mouth twitched - under normal circumstances, her antics probably would've made him smile. "Its the money maker." He shot up his arm to block a smaller Brood that came launching down from the ceiling - the metal plates slid together as the prosthetic flexed under the weight. He shook it off, the silver gleaming in low light. "Did we get an exact location? Or we just fumbling around in the dark?" The question was more aimed at Zemo, who seemed to have the biggest mouth out of all of them. "Or we just 'supposed to search every room in hopes?"

MILES MORALES: Miles' eyes glanced over to the door, where agents now turned Brood were funneling into the room like ants. He'd never seen anything like it before. "Look." He pointed out, shaking his head slightly. "Pretty soon here they're gonna fill the room.." He shot some webbing out to subdue another Brood, but clearly this wasn't enough. Killing them didn't even seem to be enough, not when they were taking people over like this.

SCOTT SUMMERS: "We've faced worst, Jean. Remember 2013?" He looked past her towards Logan, the look on his half obscured face open enough that he was expecting him to agree. "In Philly? Downtown? Now that was bad." Scott fired a blast to clear the way, the energy dissolving most of the Broods that blocked their way. "Besides, I actually think having kids is the worst."

NADIA VAN DYNE: In her reduced state, Nadia’s strength was increased. She shot forward into the tentacle that had grabbed Sam and it instantly severed.

KATE BISHOP: “Exciting is not the same as fun. Got it.” Kate’s head bobbed before she shot out a sonic flare arrow, wincing on the behalf of everyone else. “So, uh, is this like Alien?”

TABITHA SMITH: She waved a hand at him before slurring. “Just a general look. They’re mean, aren’t they?” Pulling her flask from her boot, Tabitha took a swig before letting out a few explosions. “Still fun, though.”

TONY STARK: "Don't knock it 'til you try it. That judgmental attitude of yours might get you into trouble someday." He flipped around, blasters powering up. "Incoming on your right."

YELENA BELOVA: “I know where the flashdrive is.” Yelena shrugged. “I would be there if it wasn’t for these bugs.” As if on cue, one dropped onto her head.

CLINT BARTON: "I'd say this is *exciting." Clint pointed out, shooting his own sonic flare arrow in the opposite direction that shot several Broods around them back. At her next words he glanced down at her again. "What is it with you kids and referencing movies?"

GWEN STACY: Her suit had shifted to black somewhere along the line, the symbiote thrown off by the Brood. A spider danced down her arm. “This is not our going down with the Titanic moment, okay?”

HELMUT ZEMO: Zemo reloaded his pistol again, before gesturing to a small opening among the madness - a path they could quickly take out of the mess - arm moving with its usual flourish, “Lead the way, liebling.”

JEAN GREY: “How about the Decimation?” Jean tossed out. One got past her shields and latched on, and Jean instinctively took a step back.

BUCKY BARNES (616): The Brood that landed on Yelena put a little weight on her, which wasn't the easiest thing to untangle from. Aiming his gun, he shut one eye. "Better hope my aim's a little better than yours." Instead of two shots, James emptied the mag, dumping round after round into that thing. Dropping the empty mag, he reached into his holster and slid in a fresh one, finally turning towards Zemo. "Scared you're next in this game of whack a mole? Promise, Helmy, I'll make sure to not shoot you if one lands on you."

CAROL DANVERS: It happened in a single second. One second they were standing there, the next an explosion ripped through the Helicarrier and tore it in half, the two pieces buckling in at the center.

YELENA BELOVA: Brood blood, green in color, was now soaking into her hair. “Oh, that is disgusting.” She wiped at it with gloved hands. Then, the flashdrive became irrelevant as as blast blew them all backwards. Smacking into the wall, Yelena blinked back stars and rolled onto her side. That’s when se noticed that they were going down -- and fast.

CLINT BARTON: One second Clint was standing alongside Kate, the next the Helicarrier was splitting into two and he had to make some quick decisions. He couldn't get caught up with the fear of Kate falling to her death. Of another partner of his falling to her death. Not on his watch. Quickly, he grabbed the very handily labelled grapple hook arrow from his quiver and shot it into the rock, then grabbed onto Kate's waist as he braced the two of them for the fall as their side of the Helicarrier began to plummet towards the ground.

SAM WILSON: Sam braced himself against the gore-soaked wall for a moment, before panic snapped his brain into action and he grabbed onto two of the nearest figures with both hands, Nova suit prepped to exit the failing craft at any moment.

KATE BISHOP: Stomach dropping, Kate felt embarrassed that she screamed before she turned, arms wrapping around Clint so that she could hang onto him.

JEAN GREY: Pink enveloped Jean as she pushed the Brood off of her, and she instantly encircled Scott and Logan as well as a few others near her.

DAISY JOHNSON: Daisy didn't even have time to respond to the other Inhuman before suddenly the explosion that had just shaken the Helicarrier also tore the thing in half. It was instantaneous and they were rapidly approaching the ground down below them. But Daisy knew that they were all way too high up for the water to properly break their fall. Not on it's own. Thinking on her feet, her eyes were wide as she quickly wrapped her arms around Yo-Yo's waist and another agent that was nearby. "Do you trust me?"

BUCKY BARNES (MCU): Bucky knew he’d survive the fall, but some of the others might not be so lucky. Relief flooded his stomach however, as he noticed the pink of Jean Grey’s psychic shield as the bubble encapsulated several panicked forms.

ELENA RODRIGUEZ: “It’s either trust you or die, hermana.” Yo-Yo did her best to smile and reassure Daisy. “If you drop me, drop me from a less high point.”

CAROL DANVERS (616): Carol felt it just before it happened, the sound of screeching metal as it split apart, wiring yanked from their sockets putting an electric buzz into the air. It didn't matter - she just hoped her counterpart felt it too. Without hesitation, Carol shot into the air, squeezing through the splitting metal just seconds after it began to fall apart. As she circled around one side of the helicarrier, she looked to see if she could see another one of her, but all she saw were Broods - those that survived the blast - scattering out of the helicarrier and crawling all over. She shot blasts of energy at them as much as she could as she flew down to one side, catching up with the barelling helicarrier that was getting closer and closer to the ground. Igniting her whole body in an orange glow, Carol pressed two palms against the metal and spread the energy around, encapsulating her half to keep it from slamming into the ground.

HELMUT ZEMO: Zemo knew this mission was a risky one, but the possibility of this happening — was fairly low. Not zero, though. Somehow managing to snag a parachute from the wall of the rapidly descending craft, Zemo strapped it on and quickly made his exit, with no regard for the rest of his teammates, “Jeder für sich, my friends!” (Every man for himself)

PETER PARKER: "Whoa! Whoa whoa—!" Peter instinctively grabbed Tabitha and moved them to the wall as best as he could. The blast and the resulting movement of sinking didn't help, so he slammed into the wall with his shoulder. "This is less than ideal!" One arm was wrapped around his random new friend, the other was flat against the wall to hold them both in place.

DAISY JOHNSON: Daisy was grateful for that smile, because honestly she wasn't sure if she really trusted in herself to pull this off. But if it was between this or falling and being crushed to death by the Helicarrier, she'd take her chances. She pulled them with her, watching from the edge of the Helicarrier as it continued to rapidly fall. Swallowing before bracing herself, she pulled Yo-Yo and the other agent off of the craft with her, jumping off the side of it and letting them all free fall just until they were closer to land, and then Daisy focused on sending out vibrations underneath them to propel them and slow their fall, landing them relatively safely in some grass as she rolled onto her back and let out a loud sigh of relief.

MILES MORALES: As the explosion rocked the Helicarrier, Miles' eyes widened as he quickly webbed to a nearby wall and grabbed onto Gwen's arm to help steady himself and also keep her close. Staying together felt better than getting separated. "Oh God! We're falling... we're falling!" He yelled, shooting some webbing out to help some stray agents that were unaffected at least have some leverage.

CLINT BARTON: Clint wrapped one arm around Kate as tight as he possibly could, the other gripping onto the grapple arrow with white knuckles as he tried to keep their leverage on the Helicarrier, but they were slowly sliding towards the edge.

CAROL DANVERS (MCU): They couldn’t carry everyone. The flying to non flying ratio was too tilted. As some grabbed others, Carol felt an unspoken moment pass between her and her other self and she rocketed into the air, leaving a streak of energy in her wake. She positioned herself on the other half of the broken carrier, hands flush against the bottom. There was the familiar warmth in her gut that lit up her body; gold and pink washed over her and raised her hair around her face. With teeth gritted, Carol pushed to stop the free fall so that they could guide it towards the ground until debris crunched under the wedged bottom of her boots. “Set her down on the count of three?” She asked.

CAROL DANVERS (616): That was funny, considering the weight that was awkwardly disrupted between them. The moment Carol's boots made landfall, she wanted to release the tension immediately, but she instead dug deeper. She started the count until they were in unison and the helicarrier went down easily. But that wouldn't be it - she dove back in as soon as she cool and started grabbing anyone she could find before what was left of the swarm overtook them.

CINDY MOON: As everyone landed onto the ground thanks to the Carol's, Cindy was trying her best to make sure everyone around her was okay and safe as she combed through several heroes and agents, examining them for wounds. But then she stumbled upon something that she almost couldn't believe. It didn't feel real, it couldn't be. "Jessica!" She shouted, the name ripping out of her as she quickly went to Spider-Woman's aid, a loose piece of piping from the carrier impaled straight through her friend's stomach. "Oh my God.. someone... someone help! Over here!"

CRYSTALIA AMAQUELIN: It was their vision. That’s what it came down to. The Inhumans had used Ulysses to call that the Brood attack -- and attack they had. There had just been casualties. There was a moment where matter warped before the Inhumans were visible. The two Royals, Medusalith and Crystal, were accompanied by Ms. Marvel and Lincoln Campbell. Lockjaw had delivered them to a terrible sight; a woman laid impaled. It was only a moment before they announced her dead with two more critically injured. “I think we should all talk.” Crystal took a step forward, meeting their eyes one by one. “We have a lot to cover.”

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Sunshine - Daisy Johnson x Romanoff!Reader

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imapotatao asked:

Hey! I have a Daisy Johnson x reader request. When being sent to the future, Daisy and Reader meet their grandchild. Said grandchild is brought back with deke, they have no idea that they are their grandchild until something happens to reader and they think she won't make it. Or the grandchild says something that reader always says and Daisy puts it together. (That make sense? God, I hope so. Sorry it's long.)

Daisy Johnson leans against her girlfriend, as (Y/n) Romanoff shovels pancakes into her mouth, her fiery red hair making a curtaining plate as she eats.

"You know," Phil Coulson says, eating his own food. "I think this is really the first time we've all been together in a really long time."

(Y/n) hums in agreement, swallowing another huge bite of pancake and May smiles warmly at Coulson.

(Y/n) lets out a whine as Daisy steals a bite of pancake from her, and everyone - Mack, Elena (Yo-yo), May, Coulson, Daisy, and FitzSimmons - laugh.

"Why do you always have to steal my pancakes, Sunshine?" (Y/n) asks her girlfriend, a frown on her face.

"You know you love me," Daisy replies, gazing fondly at her girlfriend. Daisy grins mischievously, taking another bite from (Y/n)'s plate.

(Y/n) blinks affectionately at Daisy. "I do," she murmurs in Daisy's ear.

"Anybody have room for some pie?" a waitress asks

(Y/n) drops her fork in excitement as the others murmur their agreement.

"Okay, so we have apple, strawberry, rhubarb, and chocolate banana cream," the waitress continues, looking amused at the excited expression on (Y/n)'s face.

There is a crackle of electricity, and the diner powers down.

There is a whir of electricity, and all the SHIELD agents sigh as lights appear outside the restaurant, resembling headlights.

"Here we go," May grumbles.

A door slams open, and some of the other customers gasp.

(Y/n) looks sadly down at her plate of pancakes before, simultaneously, the agents sit up straighter, lifting their hands into the air.

"Phillip J. Coulson," A man with a calm voice says, appearing behind said man.

"Yep, that's me," Coulson says with an eye roll, his eyes fixed on his own plate. "You got us. Nice job. And hey, congrats on the whole power-outage thing," he adds. "It was very . . . ominous."

A device powers on, and there is an actual ominous high-pitch ringing noise.

"The window closes in less than two minutes," the calm voiced man says. "Take them."

. . .

All seven agents gasp as they finally regain their breath.

Daisy sneaks her hand into (Y/n)'s, interlocking their fingers as the agents look around the dark room.

"Is everyone okay?" Coulson asks.

"Yeah, I think so," Mack replies.

Looking around the room, Simmon's eyes fall on a white rock with red lines running through it.

The Monolith melts into a white sludge, like solidified milk, and washes over the seven agents.

. . .

When (Y/n) blinks, she finds herself standing beside, not Daisy, but a woman who looked a lot like her older sister, Natasha. The same splash of freckles across her nose and cheeks, the same fiery red hair, but she had familiar chocolate brown eyes, but (Y/n) shrugs off the younger woman's - she may have been twenty or twenty one - appearance for a moment.

"You," The woman turns to address (Y/n). "We've been waiting for you to come save us."

(Y/n) tilts her head questioningly.

"You must be (Y/n)," the woman continues and (Y/n) nods.

"How do you know me?" (Y/n) asks, frowning slightly.

The young woman replies, "Virgil and I always believed the stories."

"Believed what?" (Y/n) asks. "What stories?"

"Well, this one," she answers. "T-that you would - you would come and save us."

"Save who?" (Y/n) narrows her eyes.

"Humanity," the younger redhead answers, looking grim.

. . .

Coulson, Yo-yo, Simmons, and Mack are running down a hallway, Yo-yo shooting at one of the aliens chasing after them.

There is a rumbling, and Daisy Johnson is framed in the corridor where the alien had just been - it had been exploded.

"Right?" Daisy asks shakily.

"Yes, that was right," Coulson replies, "and not the only one."

Daisy looks around at the group, noticing the two missing bodies. "Where's (Y/n)? And May?"

. . .

Coulson, Yo-yo, Simmons, and Mack stalk cautiously behind Daisy, who walks with her hand out, ready to strike.

"This has to be the coolest we've ever looked," Coulson comments.

. . .

"My friend should be here somewhere," (Y/n) comments as the two redheads walk down one of the corridors.

There is an intersection and (Y/n) crashes into a familiar, shorter figure.

"Whoa," (Y/n) says as her girlfriend scrambles to her feet, raising her hand defensively.

"Hey," Daisy says, looking relieved, wrapping (Y/n) in a tight hug.

"Hi, Sunshine," (Y/n) says so softly that no one else but Daisy could hear.

"I suppose I'll leave you here, then," the younger redhead says.

"Thanks -" (Y/n) pauses, not knowing the younger woman's name.

"Natalie," Natalie replies.

"Thank you, Natalie," (Y/n) nods.

Natalie turns and walks off, looking around cautiously, leaving (Y/n) with her friends.

"Seems like it's just a lot of work just to keep this place afloat," Coulson comments, looking at the walls.

"But it's designed for humans to survive -" Simmons says. "Atmosphere and simulated gravity - and machinery seemed to be for reclaiming water, I think."

"Yeah, it looks man-made," Coulson agrees.

"Could possibly be a colony?" Simmons wonders aloud. "Moving mankind to the stars? Maybe that's what Virgil meant by 'humanity,'" Simmons goes on.

"That's what Natalie said, too," (Y/n) says. "Said she and Virgil had been waiting for us to arrive."

"I don't know," Coulson says. "That plasma gun wasn't man-made, and I don't think they could've built this place without some outside help. It's got some serious miles on it."

"Decades it looks like," (Y/n) comments, "but that means that this program had to have been started in the eighties by Howard Stark. And that doesn't feel right. Tony would've mentioned something."

"Yo-yo found something," Mack says, appearing out of the gloom.

(Y/n), Daisy, Coulson, and Simmons follow Mack, and they find a flare still lit on the ground.

As the group walks up to the flare, it goes out, and Coulson frowns.

The group lines up in front of the door, stepping back.

(Y/n) steps forward and kicks down the door.

The agents walk into the room, catching sight of the dead men on the floor.

Daisy sighs heavily. "Nothing," she says.

"Nothing alive," Yo-yo says.

(Y/n) kneels down, studying the fresh blood on the ground.

"Hey," Coulson says, noticing the blood, as well as Melinda May's jacket.

"They didn't get to her, did they?" Yo-yo asks, looking rather concerned.

"May would've put up a fight," (Y/n) replies.

Coulson nods. "And they left the other bodies here," Coulson adds.

"'Water reclamation,'" Daisy reads off a computer screen.

"You were right, Jemma," Coulson says.

"I figured it out using magic," Simmons replies, glancing at Mack with an amused gleam in her eyes.

Mack shakes his head, not looking the least bit amused.

The console beeps and Daisy leans over the computer. "I can try and find out a layout and track May," Daisy says.

"It's in English," Simmons says. "They're tracking debris fields called 'frozen oceans'."

Daisy types on the computer, and there is a silence that is only disturbed by the clacking of a keyboard.

"They're collecting water form ice in space," Simmons says and she and Daisy look up from the computer. "This is a colony."

"Which means unless they all came through a Monolith . . . " Coulson trails off.

"Then we're close enough to Earth for people to travel here," Daisy looks back down at the computer.

"And we can get home," (Y/n) says.

"Yes, bu just as important," Simmons adds, "collecting ice means they have a spacecraft, and if they have a spacecraft, they must have a laser-based rapid-transmission system," Simmons rambles. "If we can find the ship and fly above the debris field . . ."

"We can send a message," Coulson finishes.

"We can send a message to Fitz back on Earth," Simmons goes on.

"Okay, okay, so if I can find a layout, find a ship, find May, it's a start," Daisy says. "This interface looks similar to -" the monitor beeps, and (Y/n) leans down to read the message, her hand resting on the small of Daisy's back.

"'Human access denied'?" (Y/n) reads.

"Coulson, do you recognize this language?" Daisy asks.

"No," Coulson replies, leaning forward to look at the hand print. "I don't think humans are running this place after all."

There is a thud on the door and (Y/n) moves her hand to rest on Daisy's waist.

The door bursts open and two blue aliens step into the room, through the doorway.

The aliens attack Yo-yo, and knock her to the ground and (Y/n) advances but one of the blasters smacks her in the ribs and she hits the wall, sliding down it with a gasp of pain.

Mack tries to knock down one of the aliens with a metal pipe, but the alien doesn't gall down.

The other blue alien raises a staff and a white light floods through the room, knocking everyone in the room out.

. . .

When Daisy comes to, she blinks deliriously, but she focuses herself faster when she hears yelp of pain from (Y/n).

Sitting up, Daisy blinks again, looking at Simmons who is wrapping a cloth around (Y/n)'s ribs.

"Thankfully they're not broken," Simmons says, tightening the cloth.

"Sure feels like it," (Y/n) mutters.

"Are you okay?" Daisy asks, looking worried.

"Don't worry, Sunshine," (Y/n) replies, wincing a little, but Simmons and Coulson share a look of amusement. "I'll be alright."

Daisy softens before looking at the rest of the jail. "Mack?" she asks. "Yo-yo."

One of the Kree says, "We'll leave the transgressors on the floor chief?" He pauses. "To use as he needs."

Daisy swallows thickly, glancing at (Y/n).

"He should be interested that they've removed their Metrics," the Kree continues.

Daisy stands up and stumbles over to the doors. She slams her hand against the door. "Hey," she says, her words slurring a bit. "What are you gonna do with our friends?" she questions and (Y/n) gets to her feet, her arm resting on her bruised ribs.

(Y/n) puts her other hand on Daisy's shoulder, squeezing gently.

"Whatever we want," one of the Kree says. "Experiment. They knew the rule, and they broke it."

"They're not gonna make it easy for you," Daisy says, her eyes watering.

The two Kree walk towards the door, and (Y/n) gently pulls Daisy back.

"No," the Kree replies. "They'll beg for their lives as you humans always do. I've done twenty-two rotations and I have never observed anything else."

(Y/n) swallows thickly. She takes Daisy's hand and leads her back over to the bench. "They'll be alright, Sunshine," (Y/n) murmurs. "They're strong, the two of them." Daisy turns to study (Y/n), but even though (Y/n)'s words were meant to keep Daisy from worrying, but (Y/n)'s eyes betrayed her words.

. . .

"Okay," Coulson says. "New plan."

"The Kree have been abducting humans to this outpost for years," Simmons offers.

"Running experiments?" Daisy asks, pacing the room, and (Y/n) furrows her eyebrows.

"Well, their genetic work in creating Inhumans is well-known," Simmons says. "Maybe they're doing more of the same."

(Y/n) frowns.

"Yeah, well I'm not going to wait around to find out," Daisy says, raising her hand at the door. "So . . ."

She falters as the door opens, and three figures are framed in the door.

"May," Coulson says, taking a stop forward.

The older SHIELD agent is leaning against a familiar red haired woman, and a spiky haired young man beside them.

"Buddy!" the young man says, stepping into the room. "Just go with it," he whispers. "We've been looking everywhere for you guys," he says in a normal voice. "Man. What a mess back there, huh?" he asks. "These poor suckers," the young man turns to look at the Kree. "Virgil - you know, from R&R? He was trying to scam these guys out of some tokens. This one," he turns to May, "came running to me begging for help, the poor thing. When I get my hands on that no-good louse, he's gonna have some explaining to do."

"Where is Virgil, anyway?" Natalie asks.

"He's dead," Coulson replies.

"Good," Natalie says after a moment of silence. "Good," she turns to the Kree.

"He got what he deserved then," the young man agrees, nodding to Natalie, "didn't he, for trying to drag these poor transfers up from Processing into the Wet Works," he grabs Coulson's hand, showing it to the Kree, "just to steal their Metrics."

"So, he's just Roach food then?" Natalie asks.

"Oh, yeah," Coulson replies.

"One more vacancy, right?" the man asks.

"That's what I was gonna say," Coulson agrees.

"Guys," the young man stammers.

"What did we tell you about trusting Virgil?" Natalie asks.

"She's right, we did go over this. What did we say?" the young man adds.

"Don't trust Virgil," Simmons says.

"N-not to trust him," Daisy says simultaneously, her arms crossing.

"God, you repeated it back to us," the young man says, "and we said back - it was like a pass-and-catch thing."

"Look," Natalie turns to the Kree. "We really appreciate your help with these guys, but I can take them off your hands, even slip a few tokens your way for your trouble."

There is a moment of pause and the Kree warrior nods.

"Right, let's go," the young man says, and (Y/n) lets out a soft sigh.

Daisy keeps close to (Y/n) as the two walk down the hall after Natalie and the young, spiky-haired man at her side, May and Coulson in front of (Y/n) and Daisy.

"Don't worry, Sunshine," (Y/n) murmurs, soft enough for only Daisy to hear. "I'll be alright."

Daisy's chocolate brown eyes soften, the corner of her eyes crinkling cutely. "I love you," she says softly, and (Y/n) smiles.

"I love you too, Sunshine," (Y/n) replies softly.

The group stops as the young man and Natalie look down the hall.

"What the hell happened to Virgil?" the young man beside Natalie asks. "The Roaches get him?"

"Sorry to say," Coulson replies. "Was he a friend?" Coulson asks.

"Acquaintance," the spiky-haired man replies. "He owed me a ton of tokens for this job."

"Job?" Simmons asks.

"Deke!" Natalie says, smacking the young man.

Deke looks at Natalie before her replies, "All he said was that he wanted to hide some people. That's not unheard of. So I was hired to supply the Metrics and swap them out," Deke grabs Daisy's wrist and (Y/n) narrows her eyes, "but you guys don't even have Metrics, which means you don't have the tokens to cover Virgil's end, so have fun."

(Y/n) wraps an arm around Daisy's waist, and Deke lets go of Daisy's wrist.

"Hey, wait, wait," Daisy says as Deke turns around. "We need your help. We need to find our friends," Daisy goes on

"Your friends?" Deke asks and Natalie glances warningly at him. "Your friends attacked a Kreeper. They're as good as gone. Those blues are bred to kill," Deke looks around, "so, so just - you make your peace with it."

(Y/n) pulls Daisy back a little as Deke looms over her.

"We'll take our chances," Coulson replies, and Deke looks over at him. "Listen, if you could just help us find them and then get to the spacecraft -"

"You mean the Trawler?" Natalie asks, looking surprised. "To do what?" she questions.

"The only pilot I knew was Virgil," Deke add, "and may he rest in peace," Deke shrugs, "apparently. So best of luck to all you guys, but mine's running out."

"Jeez Deke," Natalie smacks the man's arm and (Y/n)'s eyes flare with amusement.

"Well, Deke," Coulson says, "we just wanted pie, and now we don't know where we are or what's going on, and we finally found someone who does, so you're not walking away."

"I really wanted the pie," (Y/n) says wistfully.

Then the group stiffens as they hear Yo-yo screaming in pain.

May moves forward, twists a knob, and Deke rises of the ground, and sticks to the wall.

(Y/n) glances appreciatively at the older agent.

. . .

Daisy cracks through the pad, May, Natalie, Coulson, and (Y/n) standing behind her.

"All set," Daisy says.

"Good job," (Y/n) says, her eyes twinkling lovingly.

"Express train to the bottom of the Lighthouse, no stops," Daisy says, her hand coming up to brush against the inhibitor in her neck.

Natalie, May, and Coulson walk through the doors, and (Y/n) goes to take Daisy's hand, but Daisy steps back.

"Daisy?" (Y/n) asks, looking at her girlfriend questioningly.

"I'm not coming with you," Daisy says.

"Like hell!" (Y/n) says, frowning and glaring at her girlfriend.

"I know you're scared about going home," Coulson says, (Y/n) still fuming.

"No, I'm terrified," Daisy replies. "Look around. Billions of people gone. If there's a chance I'm the cause . . . I can't go."

"We can get through this together," May says.

(Y/n) looks away, a hurt expression crossing her face.

"You don't even have your powers anymore," May goes on.

"It's only a matter of time, and you know it. If there's an emergency or if one of you are in danger, I will need them, and we will find a way," Daisy argues. "If I go through that portal, you know it's the beginning of the end."

"We don't even know you did this," Coulson says, Daisy's eyes welling with tears.

"I was right in the epicenter," Daisy replies.

"I won't let you sacrifice yourself," Coulson says, "because you're scared of what's to come."

"What's to come is the end of everything," Daisy argues, her voice rising.

"If you can change the future here, you can change it back home," May says, gritting her teeth.

"But we know this solution works," Daisy says.

"I. Don't. Care!" (Y/n) shouts, clenched, her eyes filled with tears.

There's a pew noise, and Daisy drops to the ground, the dendrotoxin doing it's work.

Natalie gazes, wide eyed at the brunette lying unconscious on the floor.

(Y/n) tucks the ICER into the waistband of her pants, kneeling down to brush her fingers across Daisy's cheek.

"She's not going to forgive you," May says and (Y/n) glances up at her.

"I'm not leaving her here," (Y/n) picks Daisy up from the ground, and Daisy's head lolls to the side, resting against (Y/n)'s shoulder. "Let's go," (Y/n) says grimly.

. . .

May, Coulson, (Y/n) - who is still carrying Daisy - and Natalie walk down to meet Simmons, Fitz, Mack, Yo-yo, Flint, and Deke.

. . .

"What happened?" Simmons asks, her eyes falling on Daisy's unconscious figure in (Y/n)'s arms.

"She ICE'd her," May replies. "Daisy didn't want to come home."

"I wasn't going to leave her behind," (Y/n) says softly.

"Where's Yo-yo?" Mack asks. "She didn't find you?" he asks.

(Y/n) lies Daisy down on one of the couches on Kasias's lounge, Daisy's head resting in her lap.

"I'm sorry, Sunshine," (Y/n) murmurs. "I know you might not forgive me, but I couldn't leave you behind. Not like this." (Y/n) swallows thickly, blinking back her tears. (Y/n)'s fingers thread through Daisy's hair. "I love you too much to leave you here."

Coulson walks over to (Y/n), his eyes soft, and his voice is gentle, "It's time." He glances down at Daisy resting in (Y/n)'s lap. "Do you want me to take her?"

(Y/n) shakes her head. "No, I've got her."

(Y/n) shifts slightly, holding Daisy in her arms before she stands up.

Coulson stands beside (Y/n).

The rock turns to liquid and everyone - minus Daisy - looks around as they realize that they're in the same place.

(Y/n) lies Daisy down on a table, slips her hand into her pocket, and sets the box in Daisy's jacket pocket.

"Not like you'd want to," (Y/n) murmurs.

"Well that was a hell of a thing," Fitz says and (Y/n) smiles.

"Are you kidding?" Natalie says, looking around. "I'm from the future."

Coulson looks amused, then looks at Yo-yo, Mack, and Simmons. "I'm so glad you guys made it," Coulson says.

"Why are we still in the Lighthouse?" Yo-yo asks.

"Maybe Flint's Monolith didn't work," Mack offers.

Natalie looks around. "It took us to the same place, but in a different time."

Fitz nods at the redhead. "She's right."

"We're home?" Simmons asks.

"Yeah," Fitz says, and all the agents sigh with relief.

. . .

Coulson gives the agents some tasks, and (Y/n) has to remain in the same room as the unconscious Daisy.

(Y/n) opens one of the electrical panels but freezes when she hears a familiar voice.

"You ice'd me," Daisy's words are slurred. She shifts slightly, not noticing the velvet box in her pocket.

"I was . . ." (Y/n) pauses, a pained expression flashing across her face, ". . . kind of hoping you'd forget that part." (Y/n) stops herself before she says 'Sunshine.'

Daisy scoffs before she sits up, looking around at her surroundings. "Sorry to . . ." she falters, ". . . disappoint."

(Y/n) swallows thickly, focusing back on the problem in front of her she could actually fix.

"It looks the same, but we're - we're home, aren't we?" Daisy asks.

"I -" (Y/n)'s voice quavers, "- I couldn't leave you behind."

"Even with all of the risks that -" Daisy begins.

"I don't care," (Y/n) turns around, biting the inside of her cheek. "I need you here."

Daisy tilts her head, softening.

(Y/n) turns back around, fiddling with some of the wires.

There is a spark, and the lights flicker on.

(Y/n) sits herself on the floor, her back to her girlfriend.

Daisy softens even more, and gets to her feet.

(Y/n) jolts as she feels Daisy's arm wrap around her waist.

As Daisy leans into (Y/n)'s side, both women can feel the box (Y/n) had left in her pocket pressing against their sides.

Confused, Daisy reaches a hand in her pocket, pulls out the box.

"What's this?" Daisy asks. She opens the box and finds a pair of rings inside the box.

]Daisy's eyes widen and she stares at (Y/n).

"Marry me?" (Y/n) asks, meeting Daisy's chocolate brown eyes.

"Yes, is that even a question?" Daisy says, capturing (Y/n)'s lips in a kiss, pouring her love into the kiss.

Daisy's hand moves to the back of (Y/n)'s head, deepening the kiss.

Daisy pulls back from the kiss, to find a disheveled (Y/n) blinking back at her, her eyes wide.

(Y/n) shakes her head slightly, takes the sun ring from box and sliding it onto Daisy's ring finger, and Daisy does the same with the moon ring, sliding it onto (Y/n)'s finger.

(Y/n) leans into her new fiance's side, and Daisy smiles softly, her head resting against (Y/n)'s.

"I love you, Sunshine," (Y/n) murmurs.

"I love you, too," Daisy replies, her eyes gleaming happily.

. . .

"Plans are already in motion," Leopold tells Fitz, smoothing the front of his suit.

. . .

(Y/n) charges into the room and she finds a teary-eyed Daisy on her side, strapped to a table, and Fitz sitting in a chair beside her.

"Fitz? What are you doing?" (Y/n) asks.

There is the sound of a gun firing, and (Y/n) looks down, her hand coming up to her stomach.

(Y/n) slides down against the wall, her eyes glazing.

Daisy lets out a strangled, pained cry.

Simmons and Deke - who had somehow appeared a few days before - run into the room, Simmon's eyes falling on (Y/n), and her eyes widen in horror.

Daisy screams as Fitz cuts the inhibitor from her neck as Simmons and Natalie - who had just ran into the room - crouch beside (Y/n).

(Y/n) lets out a pained groan as Simmons presses against the wound.

"Don't worry, Sunshine," Natalie says, and (Y/n) is too dazed to realized what the redhead had said, but Daisy isn't, and her eyes widen. "You'll be okay.

Mack enters the room next, and he takes Fitz down into the holding area.

. . .

Daisy sits by (Y/n)'s side in the MedBay, holding (Y/n)'s hand.

Natalie enters the MedBay, and Daisy fixes her gaze on the redhead.

"Where did you hear the Sunshine thing?" Daisy asks, and the question startles Natalie a little.

"My mom would always talk about how adorable her mothers were," Natalie admits. "She said that one of her moms would call the other Sunshine. I always though it was the sweetest thing.

Daisy's eyes widen with disbelief. She studies Natalie's familiar features, the fiery red hair, the same splash of freckles across her nose, and chocolate brown eyes that matched her own. "(Y/n) always calls me Sunshine," Daisy whispers. "You're our -"

"Grandaughter," Natalie finishes, her eyes wide.

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Hiii! Could you write a Daisy Johnson X Fem!Reader fic, with Daisy mentoring R and helping her with her powers. A training sea turns into something else as R’s crush for her mentor comes to light. Thanksss!

Training sessions

Summary: Workplace crushes.

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x female!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1559

a/n: aaah thank you for a Daisy request!! Hope you enjoy :)

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

Becoming an inhuman definitely wasn’t something Y/N was either expecting or wanting, but she didn’t get to choose. She was one of the people who turned because of fish oil vitamins.

She didn’t understand what was going on when the flowers started floating around the shop, freaking away the customers. Y/N didn’t even realize it was her doing it before they all slammed to a wall because of her hand movement. Her coworker instantly called the cops, which also got SHIELD’s attention.

Although, SHIELD capturing her with a flying room didn’t seem like a good thing at the time, she feels very fortunate to be with them now. She didn’t have a lot of family around and the one friend she had was disgusted by her powers, so the people at SHIELD became her friends. Especially Daisy Johnson, another inhuman. Daisy understands her feelings and struggles. She also helps her overcome them. She’s like a mentor to Y/N, which is why she is so afraid of her quickly growing feelings towards her.

“You are able to move it, Y/N, you just have to believe in yourself.” Daisy stands next to her, staring at the broken car in front of them.

Y/N groans, swinging her arms down. “I can’t do it.”

“Come on now.” Daisy glares at her playfully. “Don’t give up so easily. It took me a long while to get used to my powers too.”

“But you learned with professionals.”

“Are you implying I’m not a professional?”

“Yes.”

Daisy gasps in mock offend, slamming her hand to her chest. Y/N giggles at her, shaking her head. “I’m hurt. You know, as your SO I’m going to make you hard twice as hard now.” She bumps her side to Y/N’s, who inly rolls her ryes at the threat. ”Try again.” Y/N sighs, but moves her hand up towards the car. She breathes out and closes her eyes. “Block everything else out of your mind, focus on the car.”

Opening her eyes, Y/N smiles widely. The car is few meters up the ground. “I did it.” She laughs, surprised and happy she actually did it. “I actually did it.”

“I knew you could do it.” Daisy grins, looking at the pure glee on Y/N’s face.

The car slams down to the ground as Y/N practically jumps at Daisy to give her a hug. Daisy takes a few steps back from the impact, but returns the hug just as enthusiastically, happy for her and happy to be close to her.

“Thank you.” Y/N looks at Daisy. “You truly are a great SO.”

Daisy smiles. “You did all the hard work. Come on, lets end this here.” She sets her hand to Y/N’s lower back, under her crop top where her skin is bare. The touch makes Y/N’s cheeks feel warm. She is pretty sure the hand is lower than a friend’s hand should be, but she doesn’t think too much about it. Certainly Daisy couldn’t have the same feelings towards her.

“Yeah.” Y/N mumbles, looking down at the floor. “You think the others are ordering something to eat today? Or is it someone’s turn to cook?”

Daisy thinks for a moment. “I think it’s Hunter’s turn, which means we’re eating ordered pizza.”

“Well, I don’t mind that.”

Giggling, Daisy looks at Y/N. “That’s because you and Hunter are scarily alike.”

Y/N’s eyes widen. “You take that back.”

Daisy only laugh, throwing her head back as she lets go of Y/N and walks towards her room. “See you at dinner!” Y/N stares dopily after her, smiling at her laugh and the way she walks.

Shaking her head, Y/N walks over to her room, desperately trying to push her feelings away.

Most of the agents are sitting together at the dining table, taking their pick of the different pizzas laying in front of them.

Y/N is staring at laughing Daisy, who is sitting across from her. “I’m not similar to Hunter, am I?” She cringes at the thought, turning to look at Bobbi sitting next to her.

“I mean, a little bit.”

Groaning, Y/N bites into her piece of pizza. “Have you even met Hunter.”

Bobbi chuckles and rolls her eyes. “You should tell her.” She glances at Daisy. She’s talking with Jemma and Leopold.

“That I’m like Hunter? She’s the one who said it to me first.”

“No.” Bobbi shakes her head with an exaggerated sigh. “That you like her.” She whispers so the others around them wouldn’t hear.

Y/N freezes for a moment. Glancing at Daisy, she makes sure the brunette didn’t hear anything. She clears her throat and continues eating. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Y/N mumbles.

“It’s so obvious.” Bobbi leans closer to Y/N. The action makes Daisy glance at the two, but it goes unnoticed by Y/N. “And it’s very clear she likes you too.”

“You don’t think it’s weird?” Y/N sighs, slightly shifting in her seat. “That she’s my SO.”

“No, of course not. Wasn’t Ward Daisy’s SO?” Y/N raises her brow, looking at Bobbi with an expressionless look. Bobbi purses her lips. “Right, probably not the best example. Just tell her, or..” She grins. “I can help you.”

“How?”

“Make her jealous.”

“No.” Y/N shakes her head. “That’s not right.”

“Do you know how many times me or Hunter tried to make each other jealous?” Bobbi glances at Hunter, giving him a small smile when she notices he is already looking their way. “And we’re doing great now.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call you two a role model relationship.” She mumbles out, ignoring the offended although playful glare she gets from Bobbi.

“Come on.” Bobbi lays her hand to the backrest of Y/N’s chair, leaning closer to whisper into her ear. “It’ll be fun.”

Y/N grumbles and rolls her eyes. “Fine.”

“Good.” Bobbi grins, caressing Y/N’s arm lightly, at times fiddling with the sleeve of her t-shirt. “She’s already staring.” When Y/N goes to lift up her head, Bobbi pinches her. “Don’t look.”

“Ouch.” Y/N moves her hand to the spot Bobbi pinched and glares at her.

“Don’t be a baby.” Bobbi glares her back. “Can you at least pretend you’re having a good time?”

Y/N starts giggling out of nowhere and quite loudly, definitely getting Daisy’s attention. She puts her hand near Bobbi’s collarbone and pushes her lightly. “You’re too funny.”

Bobbi smirks. “You’re good.”

“Thank you.” Y/N winks at her before going back to her pizza.

Y/N groans at the force of Daisy’s hand coming to her stomach, the impact making her take a few steps backwards. They’re training hand to hand combat, which Y/N is not a fan of. Especially now, as Daisy seems to be taking it to a next level.

She straightens her back and gets back to position, lifting her wrapped hand up to her face in fists. “Is there something going on between you and Bobbi?” Daisy throws a punch, which Y/N successfully avoids this time.

“I don’t know what you mean.” She advances Daisy, trying to get her into a headlock.

“You two seemed pretty close at dinner.” Daisy rolls away from Y/N. “I thought she was with Hunter.”

“Well, you know her and Hunter.”

Daisy scoffs at the vague answers. Not answering, she sweeps Y/N off of her feet. Y/N grunts from the impact. “Just wasn’t aware you were her type, or she yours.” She takes a sip from her water bottle while Y/N stands back up.

The tone of Daisy’s voice makes Y/N’s insides feel weird. She doesn’t like lying, which is why she didn’t want to do the whole thing in the first place.

“Guess I was wrong.” Daisy shrugs, setting the bottle down.

“Bobbi was only trying to make you jealous because I like you!” Y/N finally confesses, feeling too bad for lying to Daisy. She shuts her eyes in embarrassment, not wanting to see her SO’s reaction. “I understand if this crosses a line and you don’t want to be my SO anymore.” She whispers, quite sadly.

She didn’t want Daisy to stop being her SO, but she also didn’t want to make things uncomfortable. She still wants to be her friend, even if she didn’t feel the same way about her.

“What did you say?”

Y/N’s whole body is burning up. “I like you.” A long silence makes her skin crawl. “I’m really sorry, we can forget this a-“

“Look at me and say it again.”

Daisy’s voice sounds different than usually, more demanding and serious. Slowly, Y/N opens her eyes to see Daisy much closer to her than she thought. “I like you, more than I should.”

Daisy stares at her, searching for a trace of lie but finding none. She breathes out and smiles. Taking Y/N completely by surprise, she grabs her waist and pulls her into a rough kiss. Y/N gasps, kissing her back as soon as she realizes what’s going on.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for so long.” Daisy laughs as she backs away.

Y/N giggles, leaning her head to Daisy’s shoulder. “Me too.”

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the-truest-sentence-i-know · 2 years

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and for the first time, what's past is past

Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Characters: Daisy Johnson x Daniel Sousa (Dousy)

Rating: T

Summary: The four times Daniel reminded Daisy of the past and the one time he showed her what the future could be.

Word Count: 1.1k

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Daisy hasn’t thought about Miles in a very long time. But as Sousa talks about Hydra – “This is a fight I’ll wage alone if I have to” – Miles rises in her mind unbidden.

They’re both so ready to fight, determined, and willing to go against anyone who stands in their way. She thinks that she almost should have seen it coming when Sousa steals the bike and gets off the plane because that’s exactly what Miles would’ve done.

She hopes the similarities end there, as they circumvent history and take Sousa with them, that Sousa sticks to his beliefs more steadfastly than Miles had.

The second is Robbie. It’s something about the possibility, the potential that hangs between her and Sousa. She’s not sure if she’s ready to pursue anything with Sousa yet, but that yet still creeps into her thoughts. The timing was never right with Robbie – and hell if timing isn’t also complicated with Daniel.

“I think this is my last stop,” he says and all she can see is Robbie stepping through that portal. Leaving before she even had a chance to see what they could’ve been.

Because everyone leaves. Or lies. That’s just how it seems to be.

But, for some reason, he stays.

The healing chamber isn’t the most comfortable place to sleep, but she very obediently follows Simmons’s orders to stay and rest. When she opens her eyes, he’s still there, snoozing in his chair.

And even though it’s the last comparison she’d ever want to make, it makes her think of Ward. Him coming by to check on her after she was shot.

That’s not the only time Sousa’s reminded her of him. The way he stared down Malick, playing the part of her fiancé, was the same way Ward had looked at Miles. He seems to always be there for her, the way Ward was before… Well, just before. Hell, if she squints at Sousa, he even kinda looks like him.

It’s ridiculous that after all these years – and they were never even really together – Ward still haunts her like this.

But Sousa’s nothing like Ward, she knows that. He couldn’t differ more, really. Sousa found Hydra infiltrating SHIELD’s ranks – the Wards of the past – and was killed for it.

What she’s the most afraid of is him reminding her of Lincoln. That messed her up more than most things in her life and she’s pretty sure she can’t go through that again.

But then, in the time loop, “If I die, I’ll just reset no problem. If you die you lose your memories and you have to waste all this time relearning everything,” and it’s like she hears it through a crackling radio, realization dawning too slowly. He reaches into the drawer before she can stop him and for a moment it seems like everything is going to be okay.

And then it isn’t.

Daniel slides to the ground and he’s in pain and he’s scared and she watches him die. Then the loop begins again and he’s fine, but she’s seen him die. She knows what he looks like when he’s dying.

And they fix the loop and get out of it but now she’s kissed him and she can’t help but feel like she’s handed him a death sentence. Like what happened in the loop is a preview of whatever future they may have together. And she can’t shake it.

Then things start to go well – or as well as any day on this team can be. Sure, odds are mostly against them, but they always are. And sure, he’s proven once again that he’ll follow her anywhere, and kissed her – for the first time in his memory – but that isn’t actually a death sentence. That’s ridiculous, she knows that.

And least until “I’ll stay. I belong here.”

Until “I’ve already been given the privilege of a second chance.”

Until he takes her hands in his and looks at her and she has to try so hard to pretend she isn’t about to fall apart at how familiar this feels.

And even though Deke takes his place, it doesn’t take away the fact that he offered to be the one to stay. The fact that his original death was also him dying in service of SHIELD, of the greater good.

That’s the thing about being with a good guy, she supposes. He might not lie and betray his principles or turn out to be a double agent and murderer, but he will do the right thing even if it sucks. He will go to a worse world to protect this one from a dangerous book or take her place and sacrifice himself to destroy a monster. He will stay behind in a time he doesn’t know to save the world from a robot alien invasion and let them all get back to their timeline.

Sousa is a good guy who left his post for her and would do anything for her and the team and the greater good and she likes that about him. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t scare her to death too.

The When We Get Back to Earth game isn’t really a game, it’s mostly off-hand comments she makes. While they can watch just about every movie, tv show, and political speech (Daniel insists on those, not her), it’s not the same as going places or experiencing things or, most importantly, eating foods. Street food cannot be replicated in space. Neither can Times Square or singing obscene lyrics way too loud as you drive way too fast.

So she plays the game.

The way he plays is by asking questions about how specific things are now. He’s quite excited about The Museum of Television and Radio, because of course he is.

But one day, he plays differently. They’re laying in bed, enjoying a lazy Saturday morning, and he says, “When we get back to Earth, maybe we could get a place.”

It’s not like it’s a surprise. She practically lives in his quarters already. But the last time she lived with a guy was Miles – unless she counts Framework Ward, which she doesn’t. The last time she seriously thought about living with a guy was Lincoln.

There’s no way he doesn’t notice her hesitation, but he doesn’t take it back (like Lincoln and Ward and probably Robbie would’ve), he just lets it hang there. Because he’s not uncertain in himself like Lincoln. He’s not playing her or being overly deferential like Ward. He’s saying it because he thinks it.

Because he’s not Robbie or Miles or Ward or Lincoln. He’s Daniel. And she can’t predict what’ll happen, good or bad. But if she keeps worrying about it, she’ll miss the good.

So she snuggles in closer to him.

“Yeah,” she says finally. “We should.”

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daisybeewrites · 3 years

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July — d.j.

for @dreamcxtcherr ‘s 3k writing challenge. congrats lena!!

word count: 1.8k

warnings: mention of car crash/death, mention of alcohol consumption, daisy cries, i think thats it lmk if not!!

ship: R x daisy johnson

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It was another mission. Another nightmarish fire-fight where you almost lost a limb, almost lost a friend, almost lost your life. Twenty-four hours later and you’re back home, safe.

Well, as safe as you can be when your engagement is on the verge of breaking off.

You stare at the simple ring on your left hand. White gold band, a tiny amethyst set to the left of a diamond. There was a nearly identical one lying next to the sink, the only difference being the switched places of the glittering gems.

You know she didn’t do it purposefully. You had both been exhausted after what was supposed to be an in-and-out mission turned into a hostage situation. Daisy did what she always did as soon as you were home — take off her gauntlets, wash her hands in the sink, grab a snack, and hop into a steaming shower.

But you still can’t stop yourself from staring at it, eyes fixed, hands shaking, breath held and mind racing.

You used to join her. You would wash each other’s hair, ease each other’s sore muscles with delicate touches on tender purple-black bruises. She would lean into you, letting you braid her hair and falling asleep in your arms, drifting into a deep slumber. It was intimate, lovely; it was normal and perfect.

Taking a sip of your room-temperature beer, you slide off the cool granite of the kitchen island. You had a new routine after missions now, you just had to get used to it.

You hear the shower shut off, bare feet pad into your cosy bedroom, and the door shut with a loud creak. The minute squeak of the mattress tells you that Daisy flopped into bed.

A ghost of a smile lights your face. It looks more like a grimace, you think, as you check your distorted reflection in the green glass of your beer bottle. Chucking the empty bottle in the recycling, you run a hand through your dirty, salty hair. The comfy sweats you changed into an hour ago would need to be washed, the dirt still adorning your skin rubbing off on the black material. You exhale before heading down the hall towards the bathroom.

The tiled room is filled with steam, the mirror fogged up so that only a blurry outline of your silhouette could be seen. You are unrecognizable.

How fitting.

The quick, cold shower you take does nothing to ease your mind or body. You wipe the mirror in a circle, taking out a first aid kit.

With all your cuts bandaged and the proper creams Jemma had snuck to you and Daisy applied to your fresh bruises, you headed into the hallway in your towel.

Daisy is standing in the kitchen, lilac lounge shorts you bought her last Christmas showing off her tanned and scarred legs. She looks warm and soft, a very different Daisy than the superhero who had broken a mob boss’ legs just hours before. Her hair is wet and in braids. You frown. You always braid her hair.

If she hears you, she doesn’t turn around, so you take a moment to admire her. Ten seconds, that’s all you give yourself. It was a stressful mission, if you stare too long she might snap. From the back, you can’t see the dark circles you know are there, but you can see the tension in her shoulders and the slight tilt of her head as she ponders what to eat.

You say nothing as you go to the bedroom to change. You find a black pair of SHIELD sweats and an old, holey t-shirt you vaguely remember stealing from Fitz. A presence at the doorway catches your attention.

“Hi,” Daisy says tentatively. Your breath caught in your throat, your lungs holding the air captive until Daisy spoke again.

“I missed you.”

Your eyes widened. Maybe tonight wouldn’t end with one of you on the couch, clutching a six pack while the other cried as quietly as possible, tucked into cold, lonely sheets.

“Braiding my hair, I mean,” She clarified. Her fingers twisted together, rigid posture giving away her nerves.

The air felt humid, as if the open window had suddenly sucked all the AC out and let the mid-summer heat in. Your memory flashes to the last time you and Daisy had a normal, happy conversation.

The edges are fuzzy, but the pure joy in Daisy’s chocolate eyes is clear. Fairy lights strung haphazardly around the living room, a movie playing in the background, your lips on hers. Blankets make a ceiling over your head that shut out the rest of the world, this moment was only for you two. You played with the thin metal band on her ring finger, she ran her hands through her hair. Her matching ring scratched your scalp lightly. You both smile as you pull away. You whisper childhood stories, laugh at the funny parts and offer melancholic smiles at the not-so-lighthearted parts. You were happy.

That night you got the call — Lincoln Campbell, yours and Daisy’s best friend, had wrapped his car around a telephone pole coming off of a long shift at the hospital. His blood alcohol was almost .40.

Eggshells littered the house from the time you got back from the funeral. One wrong word, Daisy would snap and spend hours punching a bag until her fingers bled. You would fill those hours with whatever was closer — wine or your car keys. You pulled yourself out of your head, realizing you should answer her.

“I missed it, too,” You breathed.

Daisy made a small, unintelligible noise before collapsing against the door frame. You froze for only a second, your mind racing through possibilities. Was she bleeding internally? Was it her back again? Did she get shot and not notice until now?

You leap over to her, catching her as she crumbles to the hardwood floor.

A quiet sob wracks her chest. Your hands hover over her slouched back, unsure how to comfort her. At this moment, Daisy feels foreign. Her sudden vulnerability alerts you to how she’s been holding her emotions in for god knows how long.

“Daisy…” You start, hesitantly.

Daisy hiccups loudly, another wave of tears washing over her.

“Tell me to leave, I’ll pack my bags,” Daisy cried, “But I don’t, I-I don’t want to lose you!”

Burning tears gather on your lash line, threatening to fall at her words. You never could stand to see Daisy cry.

Your brows furrow slightly in confusion before you realize what Daisy is talking about. After Lincoln’s death, you two had fought increasingly more often until Daisy locked herself away or spent the night at May’s, and you went for drives until your car ran on empty. On those nights, bottles of wine disappeared from the cabinet without a trace.

Daisy sits up, stamping down her sobs, seemingly resigning herself to the fact that you aren’t going to say anything. Her trembling lip and red eyes pierce your heart. The astronomical distance between you two seems atomic now. You reach out quicker than lightning, shushing her cries and rubbing her back.

“Do you want to go?” You asked after a while. Your knees dig uncomfortably into the floor, your shoulder hurts from the ridges in the doorframe.

Daisy sniffles, her hair falling into her face as she looks away. You crane your neck down, carefully tucking her hair behind her ear.

“You know I’m afraid of change, I guess that’s why we’ve stayed the same,” You sigh, your chest constricting and squeezing the broken glass pieces of your heart.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself to continue, “But if you want to find a new life, someone who loves you better than I do, darling, I understand.”

Daisy is still frozen, stare burning holes in the floor. You’re glad that the two of you are at home, the poly-tectic adaptive materials hidden between the walls keeping the house from collapsing. By the slight groan of the foundation, you can imagine Daisy could bring down a mountain with the amount of pain she’s in.

Which can only mean one thing.

“I’m not enough,” You stated. It wasn’t a question. You glance down, a glint in the low light cast from the lamp on the bedside table catching your eye. She has her ring on…

Daisy finally, finally shakes her head ‘no’. You let go of a breath, guilt building every second that passes. She isn’t happy. You shouldn’t be happy that she’s staying.

“Feels like a lifetime, we’ve been trying to get by while we’re dying inside,” You say, gently.

Daisy snaps her eyes to yours, a desperation in them you recognize as grief.

“So much of the past year has been consumed by grief. We never took time off, we never talked about it. I’ve done a lot of things wrong, loving you being one,” She whispers.

You nod, there is no denying that you each had a part in getting to where you are now. Delicately, you grab her hand. She squeezes it, a rush of small vibrations traveling up your arm. Your chest flutters at the familiar affection.

“So have I,” You assure her. She gradually falls towards you, exhausted. You let her rest her head on your shoulder, her breath evening out as her arms wrap around you. You feel hot tears flow down your face, fall onto her hair. Slowly, you pull Daisy closer to you.

Hours later, the sun peeks over the top of the mountain range in the distance. You had adjusted the two of you sometime around two a.m., no longer able to feel your legs from how the floor cut off your circulation.

Sometime around three, you had gathered the courage to move Daisy to the bed, trying hard not to wake her. She had only turned over and not let go of your hand.

You haven’t slept at all tonight, thoughts spinning until you force yourself to pause and count to ten, only to repeat the pattern.

You know what you have to do. You know what’s best for the both of you. You’ll leave, pack your bags and find a place to stay until you can scrape up enough money to rent an apartment. You’ll go to therapy, learn to live without Lincoln, without Daisy. Eventually, Daisy will heal, too. You both have the team at your backs, no matter what happens. She would be okay.

But you know you won’t. The fear of losing Daisy, of losing your life, your home, yourself stops you. You can’t move on. You can’t move forward.

You know that the big changes it takes to heal could cost you Daisy. So, you stay the same. You give into fear. You’ll never be enough, never love Daisy right, never quite heal fully — and neither will Daisy. But you still stay.

You’ll always stay the same.

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just-dreaming-marvel · 3 years

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Out Of Time ~ 125

MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 8,010ish (YIKES)

Summary: The team works together to stop Aida. Goodbyes are had.

Y/N and Daisy gasped, both waking up on the floor of the Zephyr. Simmons was helping Daisy and Yo-Yo was with Y/N.

“Were you able to save Mack?” Yo-Yo asked, looking between Daisy and Y/N.

“I’m so sorry,” Daisy replied. The Zephyr was shaking.

“What’s going on?” Y/N asked, looking around.

“We’re being shot out of the sky,” Piper replied.

They helped Daisy and Y/N up and they stumbled to the front of the Zephyr.

“How many hits have we taken?” Daisy asked.

“Three,” Piper answered.

“The Zephyr’s like a tank,” Agent Prince stated. “She’s holding together.”

“Yeah, but we had to pull the plug on everything except for flight control to keep the Framework running for you guys.”

“So we can’t fight back,” Simmons stated.

“Or see where it’s coming from,” Daisy added.

“Yes, we can,” Y/N said, causing them all o look at her. “I’m going to go onto the top of the Zephyr. If I get a look at the jet shooting at us, I can portal myself onto it. I can stop them from the inside.”

“Y/N, that’s too—“

“I’m doing it. It might be our best shot at the moment.”

Then a portal opened and Y/N appeared on the roof of the Zephyr. She anchored herself onto the roof with her powers. She looked around, through the clouds, for the jet. Seeing it, she focused don’t eh roof and opened a portal to it. On the other jet’s roof, Y/N used her powers to blast a hole through the top and jumped inside. The man flying the jet shot the Zephyr again before turning to head straight for the Zephyr.

“Who are you?” He turned around. He was tall and buff with a Russian accent.

“I’m just here to kick your ass,” Y/N replied.

With her hands glowing both red and purple, she pushed them towards each other to form a ball. Her hands were vibrating slightly with the amount of power coming from her.

“Who the hell are you?” He asked.

“I’m Lady America.”

Y/N aimed her hands at the man, pushing the ball of power to hit him straight in the chest. The man, who turned out to be a LMD, disintegrated into thin air. With the jet still aimed at the Zephyr, Y/N jumped back through the hole she created. Leaping backwards through an open portal, Y/N blasted the jet into pieces. She landed, hard, on the floor of the Zephyr.

“Y/N!” Simmons and Daisy exclaimed, rushing to her side.

“Are you okay?” Daisy asked.

“I’m fine,” Y/N answered. “Looks like you got the power back on. Are we headed to the others?”

“Davis has the coordinates,” Simmons replied. “We’re on our way there.”

“Good.” Y/N nodded.

“Can we now talk about why you didn’t save Mack?” Yo-Yo asked.

“It’s not that simple,” Daisy responded.

“Then explain it to me. What stopped you? He was right there with you, no?”

“Yes, but, Yo-Yo,” Y/N began, “he didn’t want to come.”

“Oh, you only bring back the people that matter to you, not to me!”

“You know what? I’ve known Mack longer than you,” Daisy argued. “And he mean as much to me—“

“You promised! You promised me!”

“We tried! He didn’t want to come back!”

“Who cares?! You knock him over the head, you break his legs, you kick him through the exit! It was a video game!”

“He didn’t want to leave Hope!” Y/N exclaimed.

“Hope? His daughter?”

“You know about her?” Daisy asked. “Because I didn’t. Not until I saw her face.”

“She’s dead.”

“Yeah, well, in there, she’s 10,” Y/N said. “And she’s bring and adorable, and she means the world to him, even if it’s not a real world…. And I get that.”

“I’m sorry,” Daisy apologized to Yo-Yo. “He wouldn’t have left her for anything.”

“Even me.”

“He didn’t remember you, Yo-Yo.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Then I’ll go remind him.”

“No, no, no,” Daisy rushed as Yo-Yo headed to go plug herself into the Framework.

“Yo-Yo, no,” Y/N grabbed her had. “Do not—“

“I’ll go get him out myself,” Yo-Yo stated.

“Do not do that.”

“Besides the fact that going into that world as an inhuman is the worst idea ever,” Daisy started, “we need you here, making sure that the real Mack stays alive, or it’ll all be for nothing. Coulson and May just woke up next to Mack with no idea where they are or what they’re up against.”

“Daisy, Y/N,” Piper called. “We need to show you something.”

Piper guided them to the screen and played the recent news conference. General Talbot was at the podium. There was a banner on the TV that said ‘sabotage at SHIELD’.

“Like I said,” Talbot talked to the reporters, “with an explosion that size, we still have a lot to sift through at SHIELD headquarters. The entire area is sealed off, but, no, I can’t rule out Daisy Johnson’s involvement.”

“It’s been playing on every channel,” Piper told them.

“Sir,” a reporter called out to Talbot, “any truth to reports that Director Jeffrey Mace’s body has, in fact, been found?”

“I have have no new information about that,” Talbot answered. “But I can assure you, the manhunt for the members within SHIELD who remain at large is still our top priority. We can only assume that they’re behind this attack.”

“General!” A different reporter called out. “There are rumors that former Avenger and SHIELD Agent, Y/N Rogers, could also have been involved. Do you have anything to say about that?”

“Not at the moment. Though the hunt for both Rogers and the other fugitive former Avengers is still on going. Look, they’re terrorists, and we’re not gonna rest until we take them down and find out exactly who’s responsible.”

“Who gave them my name?” Y/N asked quietly, completely confused. “No one should have seen me with you guys, we haven’t touched ground. Why would he—“

“Talbot’s never let the idea that we’ve been hiding you, go,” Daisy replied. “He just wants a way to end us once and for all.”

~~~

Setting the Zephyr to hover above the drilling platform, Daisy, Yo-Yo, and Y/N took the isolation pod down. As they exited, Coulson and May exited the top doors. Coulson was carrying most of May’s weight.

“Oh, perfect timing,” Coulson commented. “Hi, everybody.” Daisy took May from Coulson. “She’s very weak— Oof!” Y/N had latched herself onto Coulson in a hug, which he quickly reciprocated. “You left,” he whispered, holding her close. “You woke up and you disappeared.”

“I know,” she responded, quietly. “I’m so sorry.”

“And Mack?” Yo-Yo asked as Coulson and Y/N let each other go.

“Down below,” Coulson answered, leading Yo-Yo and Y/N towards the doors. “We have to keep him attached to the equipment. So before we can wheel him o—“ The platform shook from an explosion, causing the three of them to lose their balance. Coulson grabbed onto both Yo-Yo and Y/N. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Yo-Yo responded with a nod.

Coulson pried open the doors. The three looked down to see the explosion making its way up the shaft.

“Go!” Coulson shouted.

The three ran the other way, getting launched forward by the explosion.

“No more elevator,” Coulson grunted.

“Where are the stairs?” Yo-Yo asked through the comms as they pushed themselves back up.

“They’ve collapsed, too,” Simmons informed from the Zephyr. “You need to get off the rig now. Repeat, the structure is about to crumble! Guys, you need to get in the containment module and in the air! Now!”

“No.” Yo-Yo shook her head.

“You got to get in here before this rig goes down!” Daisy yelled from the module.

“No, I won’t leave without Mack, not his time!”

“There’s no time!” Simmons responded.

“No! We can’t leave without Mack!” She headed for the burning elevator shaft.

“Yo-Yo, no,” Coulson exclaimed, grabbing onto her. “Come on! We got to go!”

“No!”

“We have to get out of here!” Y/N shouted. “I’m so sorry, Yo-Yo. But we have to—“

“I have Mack,” Simmons informed.

“What?” YN questioned, quickly making herself appear in the Zephyr.

She gasped as she saw Mack, still hooked up to the machines, Fitz, and Aida, unconscious on the floor. The floor was wet all around them.

“How….?” Y/N asked.

“Let’s go home,” Simmons replied, over the comms.

~~~

As the Zephyr began descending into the base’s hanger bay, the damage from the explosion was more than Y/N had imagined. The base was almost complete rubble.

“Who did this?” May gasped.

“You did,” Daisy replied. “To stop him from coming after us.”

“To stop who?” Coulson asked.

“You,” Simmons responded.

Armed with flashlights and guns, they headed into the destroyed base. Walking the halls, Y/N was reminded of memories from what felt like another lifetime ago. Wires and other things were hanging from the ceiling. They climbed over over objects, layering the floors. Thankfully, the insolation room was barely damaged, allowing them to put Fitz and Aida there. After checking the base, they met back on the Zephyr.

“Looks like we weren’t detected flying in,” May informed.

“We can’t stay long,” Coulson said. “Probably shouldn’t have come here.”

“We have to refuel,” Simmons said. “Also, we had no choice.”

“Because of that room?” Yo-Yo asked.

“It’s the only place that can contain Aida’s teleportation ability.”

“It’s outfitted with technology we used to stop Gordon,” Y/N explained. “The first guy we encountered with that particular skill set.”

“She’ll remain inside until we can decide what we want to do with her,” Daisy said.

“Why don’t we chop off her head like last time?” Yo-Yo wondered. “You need a volunteer?”

“Let’s take a moment and think about that, Sweeney Todd,” Coulson responded. “She’s a real person now, and she—“

“She saved Mack,” Daisy interrupted.

“She made herself real in order to escape Radcliffe’s programming, so… now maybe she’s different.”

“I highly doubt that,” Simmons said. “People don’t name themselves ‘Madame Hydra’ if they’re open-minded.”

“I’m with Simmons on this one,” Y/N said.

“She did what you said in the Framework,” Yo-Yo added. “Seems better safe than sorry.”

“No more killing,” May stated. “There’s been enough killing.”

“Which leads to the next question,” Coulson said, looking at Simmons.

“What do we do with Fitz?” Y/N asked.

Simmons was silent for a few moments before stepping closer to May and Coulson. “What do the two of you remember of your Framework lives?” She questioned.

“As much as I remember about this life,” Coulson answered. “The only different is, I know—“

“It wasn’t real,” May interrupted.

“So it’s like you woke up from a dream,” Simmons said.

“No. Not a dream, Simmons. A life.”

“But this is you, right? I mean… does it feel… as real as…” Simmons left out a shuddered breath, trying to stop herself from crying. She walked away from the group.

“She’s afraid Fitz will be the same guy he was in the Framework,” Daisy said.

“No,” Y/N said, “that’s not it.”

“She’s afraid he still loves someone else,” Yo-Yo said, before walking away herself.

Y/N bit her lip and walked out of the Zephyr. She found her way to her old bunker. The ceiling at collapsed on top of the bed and the walls were blackened from the fire. But it was still her room, with her things still in it.

“I locked this room up,” Coulson said from behind her. “In case you ever showed back up again… I.. I came in here sometimes, when I felt I needed your help.”

“I don’t know what’s going on anymore, Phil,” she whispered in response, still facing away from him. “My old life… the life I knew… is completely gone. Almost every part of it…. Nothing is the same anymore. And I— I don’t like it.”

Coulson stepped closer to her, coming to her side. “Where have you been, Y/N/N?"

“Running for my life… don’t worry. I’ve been safe. You don’t have to worry about that.”

“But, Y/N, what happened? You collapsed in my arms and then were in a coma for 6 months… you wake up and don’t even say good bye.”

“I couldn’t. The new Director and Talbot were after me. And you needed to focus on saving Daisy. Which you did…. That was more important.”

“Y/N…” Coulson stood in front of her. “You were important too… just tell me, during that 6 months, what happened?”

“Something’s coming…. You know I’ve never been wrong about that. But this time… it’s something bigger. Something so powerful, I don’t even know if I’ll be able to stop it. But I’ve been tasked to.”

“Tasked to? By who?”

“The Stones.”

“Stones? I don’t under— the Tesseract. Loki’s scepter. Is that what you’re talking about?”

“There are six Infinity Stones, two of them you’ve named. My powers come from them for the soul purpose of stopping whatever’s coming.”

“Do you know when? Or what exactly it is?”

“I don’t.” She shook her head. “I just know it’s coming soon. And that I need to be ready when it does.”

“I’ll fight by your side when it does. The whole team will. You don’t have to do this alone.”

“You can’t. I won’t let you or the team put yourselves in harms way like that. This will be something I have to do, alone.”

“When will you get it through your thick head that you’ve never had to do anything alone? And that you never will? You’ve always had someone, me, Fury, Tony, Steve, Bucky, the Avengers, this team. You’ve never needed to do anything alone. When the fight comes, I will be there, by your side, like the good ole days.”

Coulson grabbed her hand. As he grasped onto it, Y/N heard a voice in her head. The voice of one of the Stones.

“He will not be at your side,” the rough voice stated. “Neither will this team. This will be your last mission with them before the time comes where you will fight and his life with end.”

Tears formed in her eyes as the voice spoke, leaving as quick as it came. She pulled Coulson in for a hug, cherishing one of her last hugs with her dear, old friend.

“I’m going to be there,” Coulson whispered. “Always.”

~~~

Y/N, Coulson, May, and Daisy were talking in the Zephyr when armed army men with guns came towards them. They held their hands up.

“We need to extract Fitz from that room!” Simmons came yelling from behind, freezing at the sight before her.

“Hands in the air!” One of the men shouted. “Don’t move!”

“Slow down,” Coulson said calmly. “We’re not the enemy here. Let’s just keep our cool—“

“You shut your robot mouth,” Talbot ordered coming up to them. “Or I’ll have these men weld it shut for you.”

Staring at Talbot, Y/N missed the nod one of the army men gave to another. The man standing right in front of Y/N, firing a silenced gun. Y/N gasped as the bullet entered her abdomen and she fell to the ground.

“Y/N!!” A chorus of shouts were heard. Y/N put pressure on her bleeding wound.

“Nobody move!” Another man shouted.

“Well, at least we know Rogers here isn’t the robot,” Talbot stated.

“We’re not robots, Glenn!” Coulson exclaimed. “Let one of us help her!”

“Yes, they are!” Talbot told his men. “You assume each and every one of them is a damn C-3PO unless you hear otherwise from me! One of you eyes on Rogers at all times! If she so much as teleports, take her and someone else down. And this one!” He pointed at Daisy. “If she so much as blinks, take her down. Am I clear?”

“Yes, sir,” the men responded.

Taking deep breaths, Y/N tried to focus on stopping the bleeding. A soldier came above her, pointing a gun down at her.

“Is all this really necessary?” Coulson asked, trying hard not to worry too much about Y/N.

“Necessary?!” Talbot responded. “It’s essential. Unless you can explain to me in 50 words or less why I found Jeffrey Mace’s body washed up on the beach with his bones quaked apart, days after I found this base in flames, flesh melting off of robot bodies, 12 SHIELD agents in critical with burns or broken bones. Three dead… double hits to the heart and crushed frickin’ skulls! Can you explain that?”

“I can try.” Coulson went on to try and quickly explain as Y/N tried to find some power that she held to heal herself. “…And then the base under the oil rig fell into the sea.”

“You expect me to believe a word of that?”

“I could show you,” Y/N grunted.

“Shut your damn mouth, Rogers! You’re going straight to Raft once this is over.”

“She’s everywhere!” A man shouted over the soldier’s walkie-talkies, shots being fired in the back ground. “Aah!”

“What’s that mean, Coulson? ‘She’s everywhere.’” Talbot looked at Y/N, seeing as she was still there. “Who’s everywhere?” He looked around “Where’s that Speedy Gonzalez girl? Who’s attacking us?!”

“Aida…” Y/N panted, quietly. “Aida got out.”

Suddenly, the soldiers were on more alert as the isolation module appeared in the Zephyr. Fitz and Piper were in it. With everyone distracted, Y/N’s hand glowed green, turning the time back to before she was shot.

“May!” Fitz shouted. “Take off now! We have to move! If she can find us, she’ll kill us all!”

“Davis had her down for the count,” Piper stated.

“They won’t listen to me! She can’t be stopped!” Fitz hit against the window. “May! May! You’re the only other person that knows about the inhumans we tested.”

May quickly looked around and took off for the front of the Zephyr.

“Hey!” Talbot shouted as guns cocked.

“Try it,” both Daisy and Y/N said, threatening the soldiers.

Y/N had appeared next to Daisy. Daisy had a hand out, while both of Y/N’s were near her sides, glowing purple. Talbot pointed his gun at her head.

“Let’s see what happens,” Y/N taunted.

“How did you— you were— we—“ Talbot stammered.

“Don’t ever underestimate me, again.”

The stand-off stood firm, even as the Zephyr began to lift from the ground.

“If you drop your guns, you can come with us,” Daisy said.

“I don’t suggest staying,” Coulson said. “But the Zephyr’s leaving with or without you.”

Daisy and Y/N stepped forward. Talbot quickly lifted his hands up in the air.

“Fall back!” He ordered his men, who immediately listened.

Y/N and Daisy kept their threatening stances until the soldiers were off and the ramp was up. Coulson and Daisy both rushed to Y/N’s side.

“Are you okay?” Coulson worried.

“I’m fine,” Y/N swatted them away.

Daisy lifted Y/N’s shirt up. “There’s a whole lot of blood,” she said. “But no wound. Did you—“

“Turn back time and heal myself?” Y/N interrupted. “Yep.”

“Since when?”

“The Stones,” Coulson whispered in realization. He met her eyes. “Y/N, exactly how powerful are you?”

“More than I care to admit,” she answered, pulling her shirt down. “Now, let’s go meet up with the gang up front.”

Simmons went to see Fitz as Y/N, Coulson, and Daisy made their way to the front.

“May needs to keep us on the move,” Daisy said.

“Or Aida will be on us like a flash,” Y/N added.

“Even Yo-Yo couldn’t…” Coulson stopped, freezing in place. “Wait a minute. Where was Yo-Yo during that standoff?”

Daisy and Y/N looked at each other. “No.”

The three of them ran to where Mack’s body was still plugged into the Framework. They saw Yo-Yo plugged in beside him.

“Damn it,” Y/N muttered.

“Yo-Yo has no idea what she’s in for,” Daisy said.

“For that matter, neither do we,” Coulson said.

~~~

“I’ve set autopilot to change bearing, altitude, and speed every couple of minutes,” May stated as Y/N and Coulson walked into the control room.

“I hate playing defense,” Coulson said. “But if Aida drops in on us before we figure out how to stop her, it’s—“

“Game over,” Y/N finished.

“Any word from Piper since she HALO’d out?” May asked, tapping some control screens.

“Not yet, but she knows what to do if this doesn’t go our way.”

“It has to go our way. And then… you’re gonna explain why you drank that bottle of Haig without me.”

“Fair enough, but we’re gonna beed another bottle to discuss what happened with that bottle.”

“Have you two kissed yet?” Y/N asked, leaning against a wall, arms folded over her. “Cause the vibe I’m getting is that you have or that you really need to already.” The two gave her a look. She held up her hands. “You know what? I’m going to see if Daisy needs help keeping an eye out on Mack and Yo-Yo.”

Y/N quickly disappeared through a portal to Yo-Yo’s bedside. Daisy was standing near their two unconscious friends, typing on a laptop.

“Hey,” Y/N greeted, only to be met with silence. “Okay… I don’t know what I did. But talking to me might—“

“Your powers confuse me and frustrate me,” Daisy cut in, focused on the screen in front of her.

“Okay… care to go into any detail?”

“It’s just… it’s slowly becoming clearer that you have been hiding things from us.” Y/N sighed. “Why?”

“To keep everyone safe. That’s why I haven’t said much about my abilities, it’s also one of the reasons that I couldn’t stay here after waking up.”

“I thought—“ Daisy sighed. “We used to be close. We used to understand each other. And now…”

“Now, we still do. Circumstances have just prevented us from keeping the bond.”

“Why were you with Tony?”

“Why did you call Tony?”

“Cause I knew if anyone knew where, or how, to find you, it would be him.”

“Smart.” Y/N nodded. “I’ve been… secretly dating both him and Bucky.” She cringed, saying it out loud was a lot.

“Bucky? As in the Winter Soldier?”

“Yes.”

“Wow.” Daisy nodded. “Impressive. How long has this been going on?”

“Actually, a few days. Tony and I were in the middle of our first date, since everything, when you called.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. You calling showed me a different side of him. He willingly let me go. He’s never done that— well, in that matter, before. It was nice.”

“Tell him the next one’s on me.”

Y/N laughed. “I will… Daisy… I’m proud of you.”

Daisy looked over, confused. “Thanks? What’s… what’s going on?”

“Nothing.” Y/N plastered a small smile on her face. “I just felt the need to say that.”

Coulson walked in, studying Mack and Yo-Yo’s vitals. Daisy went back to focusing on the computer screen.

“Vitals are stable,” Coulson commented. “That’s good.”

“We should’ve forced Mack to come back with us,” Daisy said.

“Literally,” Y/N added.

“Wasn’t your decision to make,” Coulson said. “Either of yours.”

“Yeah, well, now we might lose both Mack and Yo-Yo,” Daisy added.

“Again, not your call.”

“She went in with no extraction plan, no idea how to find Mack,” Y/N said with a sigh.

“I think I may have been able to help her with that,” Daisy said, still working on the computer. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no. No!”

“What?” Coulson questioned, him and Y/N moving closer to her. “Did you do something?"

“No, this was not me. I didn’t—“

“Are you guys seeing this?” Simmons asked, coming into the room. “What’s happening to the Framework?”

“What do you mean?” Y/N wondered, following Simmons towards the control room. “What’s wrong?”

“The Framework’s disappearing. Daisy.”

“I’m on it!” Daisy replied, typing faster.

“How long before the Framework’s completely gone?” Coulson asked.

“Fitz estimates between 12 and 20 hours.” They paused in front of a screen analyzing the Framework. “Looks so innocent, just numbers and symbols. But each thread of code has a corollary in the Framework— a favorite blouse, a schoolhouse, a newborn child— they’re all blinking out of existence forever.”

“Mack and Yo-Yo?” Y/N questioned.

“There’s no guarantee that they’ll survive until the end. Fitz and Daisy are doing everything they can to protect them and devise an exit.”

Coulson pulled out his ringing cellphone. “General Talbot,” he told the women. Simmons walked away and he answered it, putting it on speaker for Y/N to hear. “General, I’m relieved that you’re still alive.”

“Three of my finest aren’t so fortunate,” Talbot responded, “and I have no idea what killed them.”

“We lost good people, too. The short answer is they were murdered by a vanishing banshee made of matter from another dimension.”

“You expect me to put that in my report?”

“I’ve died and come back to life. I have a cybernetic hand. I’ve been to another planet. This stuff happens in SHIELD.”

“There’s not going to be a SHIELD, not since Director Mace’s autopsy report was leaked. I’ve got a dozen intelligence agencies who now know that Mace wasn’t an inhuman.”

“What?!” Y/N exclaimed.

“They know SHIELD lied about it, and they’re wondering what else you might’ve lied about.”

“That was your lie, Talbot,” Coulson argued. “Not ours.”

“Damn it, Phil, you’re missing the point. There’s an international intelligence inquiry tomorrow morning, and I need you there to defend SHIELD.”

“That’s impossible.”

“Damn it, Coulson, so is a vanishing banshee. Phil, I’m not gonna get up on my hind legs and beg for buttermilk. But you or one of your right hands needs to be there to take down these spooks before they take down SHIELD once and for all. That’s an order.”

“I wish we could, General, but my team and I are Aida’s primary target. Our presence would only endanger the lives of everyone there. Plus, you decided to shoot one of my right hands and threaten to put her in Raft.”

“Phil—“

“If anything changes, you’ll be the first to know.” Coulson hung up.

“I’ve never liked that guy,” Y/N muttered, shaking her head. Daisy then came into the room.

“Is that a good-news face or a bad-news face?”

“It’s a weird-news face,” Daisy replied. “Robbie Reyes just stole his charger out of a SHIELD impound garage outside of Dover.”

“Robbie Reyes?” Y/N repeated. “Who’s he?”

“Right,” Coulson said, “I forgot you weren’t there for that. Let’s just say, don’t get on his bad side. He—“

“Turns into a flame-headed demon,” Daisy interrupted. “May’s rerouting us to Dover now.”

~~~

Daisy went and met up with Robbie Reyes, bring him back to the Zephyr. Y/N and Coulson met them in the cargo bay.

“Mr. Reyes,” Coulson greeted, shaking the younger man’s hand.

“Coulson,” Robbie responded.

“This is Y/N Rogers.” Coulson motioned to Y/N. “She—“

“Aren’t you currently a fugitive?”

“Does it matter?”

“How’d you find Aida?” Coulson asked him.

“There was a—a tear in the dark world when she was created. It’s how I escaped. The thing in me is drawn to dark matter the way your GPS tracks my car.”

“So you’re saying Aida’s made of the same stuff as the Darkhold?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s the Darkhold?” Y/N asked.

“It’s an ancient book of spells and unspeakable power. It’s made of dark matter from the hell dimension.”

“Okay…” Y/N nodded. “And just when I thought my life couldn’t get anymore weird.”

“The rider wants to send them both back to where they came from.”

“I hope that means hell,” Daisy commented.

“Hell is relative. Dimensions, space, planets—it’s all connected. Plenty of them qualify as hell.. The Earth is just one territory in a war that’s been going on forever.”

“Can you beat Aida?”

“I don’t know. But what I do know is the demon in me hates her in ways I’ve never felt.”

“We all feel like that,” Coulson said.

“Why do you have that?” Daisy asked, looking behind Coulson and Y/N. They turned to see May holding a head.

“It was in the module with the LMDs Robbie destroyed,” May answered. “Do we know who he is?”

“No, looks like Aida’s been busy,” Coulson replied.

“She could’ve duplicated anybody,” Y/N said, shaking her head.

“I’ll run facial recognition,” Daisy stated, “see if we can ID this guy.”

~~~

The next morning, May, Robbie, Y/N, Daisy, and Coulson got on a quinjet. Coulson was on the phone, trying to get a hold of someone. They were all currently on their way to the SHIELD inquiry.

“We’ve ID’d the head,” May stated, holding up a tablet for Daisy, Robbie and Y/N to see. “He’s one of the senior Russian analysts invited to the SHIELD inquiry today, and look who he’s bringing as his plus-one.” She changed the picture and Y/N took the tablet from her.

“This is the Russian guy I tore to bits on the jet,” Y/N stated. “The one that was targeting us on the way to the oil rig. How has he… Aida. Damn it.”

Coulson sighed, hanging out the phone again. “I’ve left messages for General Talbot,” he said. “But he’s not answering.”

“What’s Aida’s play here?” Daisy questioned. “Why have the LMDs attend this?”

“My guys is to drive the final nail into SHIELD’s coffin.”

~~~

Arriving at the SHIELD inquiry, there were dead soldiers lining the halls. Gunshots and shouts were in the distance. They ran towards the sounds. Robbie and Y/N got in there first, seeing a duplicate of Daisy rush off. Robbie followed it while Y/N pinned the two LMDs down with her powers. May and Coulson began firing at them.

“Y/N, let them go,” Coulson directed. “Check on Talbot.”

With a huff, Y/N let them go and went over to Talbot. He had a bullet to the brain.

“There’s still a pulse,” Talbot’s right hand told Y/N.

“Everybody out— now!” Coulson ordered the others still in the room. “And get some medical help.”

“Phil,” May called, looking at the Darkhold on the floor. “They’ll be back for that.”

Coulson quickly grabbed it as medical came rushing in.

“Y/N, go!” Coulson ordered. “Find Reyes and Daisy! Help them.”

Nodding, Y/N rushing out of the room, searching for Daisy. Y/N ran into a storage room just in time to watch Robbie’s head turn into a fiery skull.

“What the actual hell,” she mumbled, frozen by the door.

Robbie used the chain to attack the LMD security officer. She heard a swish behind her.

“Hello, Y/N,” a voice greeted. Y/N turned around to see Aida. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“Can’t say I feel the same,” Y/N responded.

“You are the one thing I never planned for in the Framework. You’re also the one thing that could have truly made me unstoppable.”

“Here’s the thing, Aida, my powers don’t work like that. So even if you would have stolen my DNA and tortured me, you would have never gotten my abilities.”

Aida growled. “We’ll see about that.”

Raising her hands in front of her, Aida shot electric beams at Y/N. Y/N quickly deflected them by using a portal, sending them into Aida’s back. Letting out a cry, Aida stumbled forward. This allowed Y/N to shoot a purple energy beam Aida’s way. It hit her before Aida disappeared. On guard, Y/N spun around multiple times, waiting for Aida to reappear. She never did. Coulson and May ran up to the room, where Daisy and Robbie were panting.

“I missed it, didn’t I?” Coulson questioned. “You guys together, and we missed it. Damn. Come on. We got to go. Come on!”

He started running down the hall, with May following. Y/N turned to look at Robbie and Daisy.

“Do you want to run with them or do you want me to just open a portal to the quinjet?” Y/N asked, pointing in Coulson’s direction. “Cause I really don’t feel like following them.”

~~~

“This must be Aida’s payback cause I quaked her skinny ass out that window,” Daisy stated, marching towards the front of the Zephyr with the rest of them following. “She’s gonna send Daisy-bot after Daisy-bot to assassinate people.” She kicked a wall in frustration. “So stupid.

“She won’t have to,” May said. “As soon as the video of your LMD shooting Talbot in the head gets out, SHIELD is dead.”

“It’s worse than that,” Coulson added. “Daisy’s not just SHIELD. She’s inhuman. Not to mention the fact that Y/N appeared not long after. They could make it look like they were working together.”

“Oh my gosh, you’re right. It’s the same tactic Aida used in the Framework. Unite people in their fear of inhumans. But instead of a Cambridge incident…”

“It’s me,” Daisy said. “I’ll be the monster. She wants the same racist state that she had in the Framework. This is her plan! She’s won.”

“No, she hasn’t,” Y/N argued.

“I’m with Y/N,” Coulson agreed. “Okay, maybe she won today. But like Robbie said, we’re part of a bigger war. This isn’t the Framework. We’re awake, we’re unified, and frankly, pissed off enough to risk everything to stop her.” Coulson turned to Robbie. “I need the Darkhold.”

“What?” May exclaimed. “No! No one’s ever reading that damn book again.”

“I don’t want to read it. I want to use it as bait. Aida’s human now. She feels what we feel, including fear.”

“No,” Robbie responded. “I’m sorry, man. I’m taking it.”

“She’s got to be terrified we’ll use it to stop her.”

“She’s also terrified of Robbie,” Daisy added. “As soon as she saw his chain flame on, she teleported out.”

“That’s not exactly true,” Y/N said. “I may have had a run in with her. Then she teleported out.”

“You two together,” Coulson said, pointing between Y/N and Robbie. “Could you destroy her?”

“Maybe,” Robbie shrugged. “But it’s like Daisy said, she won’t let me anywhere near her.”

“I can get you near her,” Y/N offered. “And she won’t even be able to sense you coming.”

“I think I have an idea that might solve all our problems,” Coulson stated.

“We’re running out of options,” Simmons said, appearing on the upper level.

“There isn’t enough power on the Zephyr to protect Mack and Yo-Yo,” Fitz said, joining her. The two headed downstairs to the others.

“Then we’ll have to go back to base,” Coulson responded.

“That’s a terrible idea,” May said.

“I agree,” Daisy added. “The military, Aida, more LMDs are probably waiting for us.”

“Maybe, but I’m tired of hiding,” Coulson said. “Let’s take the fight back home.” Coulson turned around and walked up to Fitz-Simmons. “Look, I know you two still have a lot to work out, but right now, I need you on the same page, okay?” They nodded before Coulson looked back to the others. “Alright, May, take us back to HQ.”

~~~

On the way back to HQ, Y/N hung out near Fitz. His thoughts were so loud that Y/N couldn’t help but hear them.

“It’s not your fault, Fitz,” she said quietly, standing behind him.

“You don’t know,” he replied.

“I do. Cause I can feel your thoughts and cause I know what happened. It wasn’t you. It was Aida, it was the Framework.”

He slammed his fist against the table. “But it was me! Cause I remember it! I did it!”

“Fitz.” She reached to put a hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off. “You’re not a bad person, Fitz. You’re just, human. Please don’t be so hard on yourself… I… you just need to know that I care. That I always have and always will. You’re… you’re like my little brother I’ve never had. Actually… at this point, you’re closer to me than my actual brother.”

Fitz turned around. “Why are you talking like this? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She shook her head. “I just… I don’t know, after this mission, when I’ll see any of you again.”

“You’re lying. You know something.”

Y/N looked down. “It’s my burden to bare Fitz. You already have too much. Just remember, you’re family.”

~~~

Y/N was sitting in one of the pilot’s seats, staring out the window. May came and sat beside her.

“What’s got you so quiet?” May asked.

Y/N rolled her head to look at May. “You really want to know?”

“Nope.”

“Yeah, didn’t think so.” Y/N faced the window again. “I used to be terrified of this… the thought of falling to my death. I think I’ve done it so many times now that I’m numb to it.”

“Yeah, I get that… I remember the first months with you on the team. You got shaken so easily.”

“I had a lot going on, a lot that I wasn’t dealing with.”

“Like now?”

Kinda… now’s… different. We’ve all been through so much. I’m really not allowed to get as shaken as I used to.” She looked down at her hands. “Can’t really afford to do that on the run.”

“You going to stay on the run?”

“Really have no choice… it’s okay. I’ve found a place I’ve been laying low at. It’s nice… don’t… May, don’t wait too long to make a move on Coulson.”

“Excuse me?”

“You can’t lie to me. I can read your thoughts. Just… I wouldn’t advise waiting too long. Every moment is precious. Don’t waste it.”

~~~

It didn’t take too long for the Zephyr to land at HQ. May and Coulson went to check it out while everyone else stayed on the Zephyr. Y/N was laying in the isolation module when she sensed it.

“Aida,” she whispered.

Y/N stood up, quickly creating a portal to the hallway outside of where Fitz-Simmons was located. She had never been inside the room they were in, so she couldn’t exactly get herself in there.

“No!” She heard Fitz shout through the door.

“Beg me to let her live,” Aida’s voice directed.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” Fitz pled.

Y/N grabbed the door handle, slowly using her powers to melt it away. She didn’t want Aida to quickly do anything.

“We can go away,” Fitz continued. “Start again.”

“Too late,” Aida responded. Y/N could hear Simmons gasping. “This is making me feel better. Fitz, why do we feel better when we make someone else suffer?”

“Because there’s something wrong with you,” Simmons replied. “You psycho-ooo.” She grunted.

Pushing the door open slightly, Y/N got enough of the room to be able to create a portal. She did, behind Aida, who had a screwdriver in Simmons’ chest. Putting a finger over her lips, Y/N signaled Fitz to be quiet. Aida pressed the screwdriver in further.

“Stop,” Fitz begged as Simmons cried out. “Stop, stop, stop, stop. Please, please, spare Jemma.”

“So it’s Jemma now?” Aida taunted. “Trying to humanize her. I’m afraid you’re gonna have to do better than that.” Aida turned the screwdriver.

“Fitz, please,” Simmons begged. “I’m scared. Make her stop.”

Glancing back at Y/N, Fitz noticed green floating from one of Y/N’s hands to Simmons back. Y/N was turning back time slowly, so that the damage wasn’t as bad. The other hand had red and yellow coming from it, heading towards Aida’s head.

“The Darkhold!” Fitz exclaimed. “That’s the only way we could beat you. Let Jemma go, and I’ll go get it for you.”

Aida grasped onto Simmons neck.

“You did this, Fitz,” Simmons said.

“I’m so sorry, Jemma,” he apologized.

“Coulson’s reading the book. He’s firing up the gateway right now… Come on. Please. Let me take you to it.”

Aida glanced down at Simmons. She put her hand in front of her and let out an electric beam. Before it could hit Simmons, Y/N appeared between them, getting shocked instead. Y/N fell to the ground, half conscious. Aida threw Simmons on top of her.

“No!” Fitz shouted.

Aida grabbed him, shoving him up against the tech. “I’m gonna kill everyone you love right in front of you,” Aida whispered. “And there’s nothing you can do.”

Aida pressed a kiss to the side of Fitz’ face before teleporting off. Fitz, breathing deeply, quickly rushed towards Y/N.

“Y/N, Y/N,” he grabbed her, resting her head in his lap. “Are you okay?”

“I’m… fine…” Y/N grunted. “I can’t believe she was fooled by that damn Simmons LMD.”

“Did you do it?”

“Aida won’t be able to teleport outside of the base boundaries. There also might be a slight chance she thinks she’s going crazy.” Fitz helped Y/N sit up, grunting. “That hurt.” She rubbed her chest. “I should have just let the LMD take the brunt of it.”

“You think you could portal us to where the rest of them are?” Fitz helped her onto her feet.

“Of course. But why the hurry?” Fitz shot her a look. “Fine, fine.” She opened a portal into the base. “Let’s go.”

Fitz and her stepped through it. The use of all her powers for the last few days was beginning to take a toll on her. She’d never done as much with them as she had been, before. Staying outside of the room, they watched through the windows of what Y/N remembered as one of the common rooms, though now destroyed.

Aida was facing them, her wounds slowly healing from where the real Simmons had shot her. Simmons was standing just out of the doorway, gun still aimed at Aida.

“You’re trap failed,” Aida smirked. “Your weapon can’t stop me.”

“I know,” Simmons responded. “I just really wanted to do that.”

“Now it’s my turn.” Aida marched towards Simmons with Coulson following. She spun around to face him. “Don’t you get it? You can’t kill me.”

“Maybe not,” Coulson replied. He gripped onto Aida’s wrist. “But I’m pretty sure he can.”

Grunting, steam began to flow from Coulson’s head. Coulson normal head disappeared, being replaced by a fiery skull.

“Okay,” Y/N said, pointing at Coulson, “no one told me that part of the plan.”

Aida and Coulson, or Ghost Rider, began fighting. Aida teleported them away.

“They won’t be able to go far,” Y/N stated. “I can sense them a few hallways down.”

Fitz-Simmons and Y/N took a portal to where Ghost Rider and Aida were fighting. He was gripping onto her wrists, burning her. She looked over at them as she was set aflame, turning into ash. Ghost Rider lifted her skeleton up and threw her against the rumble at the end of the hallway. Ghost Rider then disappeared, bring Coulson back. The others slowly made their way towards the pile of dust.

“Is she really…?” Simmons wondered.

“Yeah,” Coulson panted.

~~~

Y/N had taken a walk through the destroyed base, by herself. She was on her way to meet the others when she heard Robbie and Coulson talking.

“I don’t know how you live with it all the time,” Coulson said, his voice coming closer. “I’m just grateful ghost rider kept its part of the deal and went back to you.”

“You know why he made the deal in the first place, right?” Robbie questioned.

“I do.” I’m dying, Y/N heard Coulson’s thoughts.

She bit her lip, looking up at the ceiling as she tried to stop the tears. The Stones had basically told her this already. She just wasn’t prepared for it to be true.

“Are you gonna tell the others?” Robbie asked.

“No,” Coulson answered. “And I’d ask that you don’t either. I will when it’s time.”

Y/N waited until the hallways met up and acted like she hadn’t heard anything. But the look that Coulson gave her… she knew that he knew, she knew. Giving the men a small smile, she followed them into the room with a round machine.

“You really have to leave right away?” Daisy asked Robbie as him, Coulson, and Y/N entered.

“Yeah,” Robbie answered. “I have to get this book someplace safe… Keep an eye on my brother?” Daisy nodded.

“The gateway’s almost ready,” Simmons informed.

“Don’t need it. I’ve learned a few things since you saw me last.”

Robbie turned away and whipped his chain out, causing it to fire up. He spun it around over his head before forming a center in front of him. A orange portal formed, staying put as Robbie turned around to grab the Darkhold from Coulson.

“I don’t envy you,” Robbie told Coulson.

“I was gonna say the same to you,” the man replied.

Taking the book, Robbie turned around to face the portal. He glanced back at Daisy, once last time, before stepping through the portal. The portal disappeared, with Robbie along with it.

“What did he mean by that?” May asked.

Before May could answer, Mack and Yo-Yo quickly entered the room.

“We picked up radio chatter on the Zephyr,” Mack informed. “The good news is, is that Talbot is alive. He’s in a coma, but alive.”

“The bad news is they know we’re here,” Yo-Yo picked up. “And they’re on their way.”

“Yeah, you should go while you can,” Fitz said.

“Yeah, we’re all going,” Coulson responded.

“No, I’m gonna stay. This is my fault—Aida, the LMDs, all the deaths. Those aren’t on SHIELD. Those are on me. And, uh, I can explain art I built the LMD that shot Talbot. That way—“

“Fitz,” Daisy called. “We were all in the Framework together. We understand how confusing and screwed-up that world is. And trust me, it’s gonna take me years to process everything that happened in there. But the one thing that I don’t need time to understand is that we are all in this together… I tried to take the blame for everything not too long ago. I dyed my hair. I ran away. I thought that separating myself from the team would help me protect it. But in truth, I know of just lost myself. And you—you were the one who pulled me back in. This is not on you, okay? We all lost ourselves in there. And yeah, it might take you a long time to forgive yourself. But speaking on behalf of the team, you have nothing to apologize for.”

“If there’s a price to pay, we pay it together,” May stated.

“Amen,” Simmons agreed.

Y/N took a shuddery inhale, causing them all to look at her.

“I… I wish…” she swallowed, trying to stop her overwhelming emotions. “I wish I could pay it with you guys… But, my price is death. If they get a hold of me, they will kill me. Talbot proved that… I’m so sorry.”

“Y/N,” Coulson stepped up, “you have done more than was asked of you.”

“No,” she shook her head. “I haven’t… cause this is my team. And I didn’t stay… I should’ve stayed. I…”

“Is this the last time you’ll be with us?” Daisy asked, voice wavering.

Y/N let a tear fall as she looked at Daisy, pausing before she nodded. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “But there’s something I have to do… something’s coming… and it’s up to me to stop it.”

“We’re a team,” May stated. “It’s up to us.”

“Not this… this is… bigger than all of us.”

“So, this is good bye?” Fitz questioned. “Like, actually a good bye?”

“I’m so sorry…. I wish I could pay the price with you.”

“No,” Coulson said, grabbing Y/N’s hand. “You’ve already paid many prices… you go, you run, we’ll pay this one. You’ll just get the next.” The group laughed.

“You were my first friend out of the ice,” Y/N whispered. “Thank you.”

“I was one of your biggest fans,” Coulson smiled. “It was an honor.”

He brought her in for a hug. They held each other tightly, crying into each other. The others slowly gathered around, forming a group hug. With all of them crying, they stayed close until Y/N felt that it was time to go. Separating, she wiped away her tears.

“You guys should go,” she said before swallowing. “They could be here any second.” She looked at each of them, slowly opening a portal beneath her feet. “Stay safe. The world needs you. All of you. And I love each and every one of you. Thank you for this… this family. It’s been the greatest honor being apart of this family.”

And she disappeared through the portal beneath her feet.

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