The Framework’s Silver Lining
Daisy Johnson x Reader
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Fandom: Marvel
Summary: When Daisy woke up in the Framework, she found her longtime best friend in the real world, Y/N, laying next to her. When she finally gets out of the Framework and is reunited with Y/N, she can't help feeling a little weird around the person she cares most about in the world.
Word Count: 1,756
Category: Angst (not a whole lot), Fluff
Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.
I paced back in forth in front of the tables on the Zephyr where our friends were laid out, my best friend Daisy Johnson among them. I knew I was driving Yo-Yo absolutely insane, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I was just too stressed.
She'd disappeared into the Framework what felt like forever ago, trying to get the rest of our friends the hell out of there. Life as a SHIELD agent was never easy or completely safe, but usually I could do more than just stand by and wait, completely helpless.
"Damnit, I should've gone in with her!" I finally yelled. Yo-Yo took in and then let out a long, heavy breath.
"Listen, Y/N, I know how you feel. You think I don't wanna be in there with Mack right now?" She put her hands on her hips as she stared me down. "But they need us out here. To keep them safe, and to keep the world from falling apart while they're in that horrible programmed fever dream."
I huffed, but I knew she was right. We just had to be patient, and-
"Fuck!"
I couldn't help swearing as the plane shunted to the side. I barely managed to catch myself on the edge of Daisy's table.
"What was that?" Yo-Yo demanded.
"I don't know, but I'm about to go find out."
I stormed past our handful of other agents and into the cockpit of the plane, quickly sliding into the pilot seat. Someone had finally found us, despite how hard we'd worked to hide, and now they were trying to shoot us out of the sky.
Fortunately for everyone on this plane, I wasn't going to let them.
I quickly took over the controls and maneuvered through the clouds, trying to lose the jet on our tail. I had to be at least a little careful not to jostle Daisy or Simmons too much, but at the end of the day, it was more important that we didn't get shot out of the sky.
I grit my teeth as I tried to pull up as quickly as possible. Most of our power was going to keeping Daisy and Simmons alive and in the Framework, which meant I had no weapons and almost no maneuverability OR visibility.
Shit.
I did my best to lose the person on our tail, but I wasn't at it for long before we took another hit. I tried to stay focused, but that focus immediately shattered as I heard a familiar voice shouting as none other than Daisy Johnson stormed into the room.
I whirled around and quickly looked her up and down for any sign of injury. She definitely looked beat up, but no more than when she'd gone into the Framework in the first place. I sent up a silent prayer of thanks, then returned my focus to keeping us all from getting killed.
Daisy, Yo-Yo, and Simmons rushed off to try to restore power to the plane, meaning weapons, radar, and better maneuvering, but I stayed focused on the issue in front of me. After a few tense minutes, we managed to get out of trouble. I let out a sigh of relief, then handed off the controls and made a beeline for Daisy.
"Hey, thank God you're okay," I said as soon as I saw her. I rushed towards her, throwing my arms around her as soon as she was in range. She tensed, and I immediately drew back. "You are okay, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, completely unconvincingly as she brushed me off and took a few steps back. "Just a little shaken, but not bad. I'm gonna do a few checks of the plane, see what we have to work with on our way in to the oil rig before we go save Coulson and crew."
"Oh... okay..."
She bustled off without a word, leaving me staring after her in shock. I knew my best friend well enough to know that that was not normal. Something was wrong, and even worse, she wasn't telling me about it.
We told each other everything.
I quickly debated with myself over what to do. We were headed into very deadly territory at the oil rig, and we all needed to be sharp. Sometimes, that meant not talking about things for a while, until we were safely on the other side. But I quickly decided that that was not the case today.
I touched base with Yo-Yo and Simmons to make sure they didn't need help holding down the fort, then found Daisy walking back from putting out a literal fire in the back of the plane. She gave me a smile that didn't reach her eyes when she saw me, then tried to push right past me. I grabbed her arm and stopped her.
"Daisy, can we talk for a second?" I asked.
"I need to get back up there to help Simmons-"
"I just checked with Simmons. She said we're good for a few minutes at least." Daisy still hesitated, and as I let go of her arm, she looked like she might just bolt. "Please?"
She huffed a sigh, then nodded. We walked a few feet away to the now-empty medbay, where I'd seen her and Simmons laying unconscious for so long. It didn't bring back the greatest of memories, but at least she was here now.
"So, what's up?" asked Daisy. She seemed to be working extra hard to seem calm, cool, and unbothered, like usual, but I could see through the facade. I took a deep breath and leaned against the nearest table.
"I guess... I just wanted to check in on you, you know?" I said. "You just... you've been acting really... off... since you got out of the Framework. I'm worried about you."
Daisy sighed, and when I looked up at her, I found her staring holes in the floor.
"You know me really well," she muttered. I couldn't help laughing a little as I reached forward and nudged her shoulder.
"Yeah, I do. Now spill."
She sighed heavily and ran a hand through her hair, then finally broke her staring contest with the floor. She was looking at anything in the room but me, but it still felt like progress.
"It's... dumb, but in the Framework, I woke up in bed in the morning with... uh, you. Apparently, Framework-you has been dating Framework-me for a long time. We were sleeper SHIELD agents at Hydra, and the plan was to save the world and get married. I guess it just... I don't know, it got to me a little bit."
I stood, completely frozen, rolling all the possible things I could say over my tongue. The silence stretched on, and I could see Daisy turning bright red. My heart hammered in my chest, but I forced myself to speak.
"Got to you in... a good way?" I asked, trying not to sound too hopeful. "Or a... bad way?"
Finally, Daisy met my eyes. I held her stare, trying to keep my expression neutral. My heart raced in my chest, and Daisy knew me well enough that she could probably tell.
"...In a good way," she finally said. A smile spread across my face, and my heart picked up its pace even though that shouldn't have been possible.
"Does that mean...?" I cleared my throat, then forced myself to take a step closer to Daisy. She didn't move, but I swear her breathing sped up as I reached out and took her hand. "Does this mean that's a reality you might... want?"
She nodded slowly, holding my stare the entire time. She squeezed my hand tighter and continued to close the distance between us. I cautiously brought my other hand up to rest on her hip, then glanced down at her lips. She smiled, and I met her eyes again as I pulled her close to my chest.
"I can't believe something good's about to come out of the Framework," I breathed, a smile on my face to mirror Daisy's.
"After being in there and seeing what that world looked like... neither can I. But I'm pretty damn happy about it."
"Me too."
With that, I leaned further into her, and we closed the rest of the distance between us into a kiss. It started out soft and sweet, then deepened as we both got used to the fact we were kissing each other. Finally.
We broke apart to take a breath and share a smile, then I didn't waste a second before leaning back in. I wrapped my arms around Daisy's waist and hugged her tight to me, and she ran her hands over my shoulders. We started getting a little carried away when a cough from behind us snapped us out of our moment.
Reluctantly, Daisy and I pulled away from each other and turned to see Simmons standing and staring at us. She had a slight blush on her cheeks, but she also had a smile on her face.
"I'm so sorry to interrupt this, especially since it's been a long time coming, but... we're almost there."
"It's alright Simmons," I said, speaking for both of us as I dropped one arm from Daisy's waist. I kept the other wrapped tightly around her and pulled her into my side. "We've got plenty of time ahead of us to spend together, however we want. And after we save the world, we can get started on it."
Daisy turned to me with a smile as bright as the sun on her face, and it made me absolutely melt. Simmons gracefully excused herself, giving us a moment before we dove back into the fray that came with being a SHIELD agent.
"So..." Daisy started. "Save the world first, huh?"
"Yup. Like we always do."
"And then?"
"And then whatever the hell we want. Together."
We shared a smile, and Daisy leaned in to give me one more quick kiss. Then, we headed back to join the others before going to save our teammates and the rest of the world with them, like we had a thousand times. This time, though, we were going to do it as a couple. We'd been unstoppable as best friends, and we were going to be even more unstoppable now.
Besides, the sooner we saved the world, the sooner we got to start the next amazing phase of our lives together. And I wasn't going to let anything get in our way.
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Potential TWs: mentions of s*icide/s*icidal thoughts.
Ultimately, in S4, I fully believe that Daisy ran away from the team to end her life.
She ran away so that the team would inevitably “give up on her”, so to speak, and that it wouldn’t hurt them as much when she did turn up dead.
I was inclined to call her actions passive suicide ideation at first, but it wasn’t even that. She was actively doing everything in her power to get herself killed, even if she wouldn’t admit it. Even if she had no plans to do it herself (that we know about), she was deliberately putting herself in those dangerous situations. She wanted them to kill her. Hell, she even begged Robbie/Ghost Rider to do it.
She begged him to kill her.
She was also in constant pain. The bone-restoration pills she was taking, as Jemma said, didn’t relieve pain. She wanted to be in pain. To feel it. Because she felt like she deserved it.
So, I can’t lie, it bothers me a little how quick Fitz and Mack are to just jump down her throat when they confront her in early S4. I understand that they’re upset at her for just abandoning ship, but I can’t really say that their anger is justified. She’s in SO much pain, and they know that. She was brainwashed by Hive- and left with lingering addiction/withdrawal-like effects. She lost Lincoln, the dude she loved. And worse, she blames herself for all of it. They know the pain that she’s in.
“She’s turned her back on us, Mack.”
No, she wants you to turn your back on her.
She wants you to give up on her.
That way, she can end her life without feeling more guilt for leaving the team behind. After all, they won’t care if they resent her for leaving, right?
It’s frustrating, and frankly just sad, that they couldn’t see that. (Meanwhile, Robbie picked up on it immediately and he was a literal stranger.)
It’s not that I blame them at all. After all, this is usually how it goes in real life too. Not a lot of people can recognise the signs until it’s too late. It’s realistic, if anything. But just… sad.
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