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The letter was 2 pages long and Mack didn't dare read another word.
He ran to control typing in Daisy's last known location. Phil was muttering over and over again, “she planned it she planned it all”, may as staring numbly at the letter, jemma was sobbing sitting on the ground, and fitz hasn’t moved.
“PHIL”
Mack's voice erupted sobs and panicked whispers.
“WHERE IS SHE”,
Phil looked up with red eyes and glassy eyes, “watch dogs tower” he breathed heavily “it was an easy mission an in and out” his voice trembled a bit, “she should have been back like 5 minutes ago”
5 minutes ago…
5 minutes…
they had time…
“SIMMONS PREP MEDICAL MAY START THE QUINJET”,
Everyone sprang into action at realizing there was a chance..
A slim one a 1 out of a million but daisy was worth it…
Daisy was worth every risk to them.
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They arrived in one minute, blowing half the gas and turbo speed.
They saw the rumble and god phil thought he was having a heart attack. Mack ran into the building with no protection or anything , just a man digging into the rumble for his little sister. Fitz had the dwarfs scan the area and progressed through shaking fingers and trembling breaths.
Then he heard it a ping of one of the dwarfs
’HUMAN DECTED DNA MATCH TO DAISY JOHNSON’
His heart felt like it was being crushed and rebuilt at light speed but this was her. They could save her.
So he said through a wavering voice, “MIDDLE OF THE RUMBLE UNDER THE BILLBOARD”
They all lifted up the billboard and saw daisy body underneath.
Simmons let out a low wail when she finally saw her. 2 pieces of debris have stabbed her right in the side on her stomach, lucky nothing fatal but the amount of blood lost may have already killed her.
May checked her pulse, it was so faint butterfly wings would be easier to detect, she checked twice.
Quickly but carefully they removed the debris making sure to apply pressure to the wounds. Mack held down the bloody wound his hands covered all over with blood. He let out shaky breaths as he carried her to the quinjet.
Simmons quickly made the arrangements to properly allow her to survive. Her heart beat was barely catchable on the machines but when it started to become steady she sighed. They all just watched her hovering around as May flew the jet back to base.
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Mack looked down at his hand.
He washed it 5 times but he could still see it. He could still see her blood. He let out a shaky breath, he had to be a leader right now he can’t crumble but god he almost lost tremors how, how is he supposed to live with that.
He rubbed his eyes and washed his hands one last time before going out to see the rest of the crew.
Simmons and Fitz were both on their computers. Simmons was monitoring her vitals while Fitz was looking at footage of the attack.
Coulson and May were both on Daisy's bed side.Coulson was muttering something to May who was whipping tears from her face. They shortly left the room as the crew agreed that they need to check up on her.
Fitz agreed to go and check on her, he puts on his gloves and takes off his blazer leaving him in only a white buttoned shirt and a tie.
Jemma warns that if things go sideways that she can sedate her.
She tries not to be alarmed but the last time Fitz operated on Daisy he was the doctor. She didn’t say a word that wasn't an order to the crew for a week straight. And jemma still notices how she flinches at Fitz's touch. Even if this is a different Fitz who doesn’t even know what he did to her.
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Daisy has thought about what the afterlife would look like a lot in her life.
The nuns said heaven was bright and golden. People had to be good to get in. But once in they had everything they ever wanted and even beyond that.
At the age of 9 Daisy knew she wasn’t getting into heaven.
She jumped from house to house, getting scolded, punished and more than not hit. She understood what that meant.
She wasn’t good enough.
Especially for the place where people reunite with their families.
She hoped she didn’t get into hell, it wasn’t the devil or the fire that scared her (though that didn’t make it more welcoming) it was the fact that there you were tortured with your greatest fear.
Daisy didn’t want to be alone for the rest of eternity.
She asked Robbie about it once, if it was really as scary. He said she didn’t have to worry she wasn’t going there. She hopes Robbie didn’t make a deal for her not to go there.
She really hopes not because she has to go there.
She deserves it, her penance.
It's for the better.
She just hopes that she is alone there, that she doesn’t remember all the pain she caused.
It's selfish, she doesn’t expect it to listen to her prayers.
No one ever did.
She didn’t expect the afterlife to look like this though.
She sits in a bed that is too stiff, it reminds her of the bed she had when she was 4 in the orphanage, hidden in a closet they called her room to keep her stashed away so they could show the parents the good kids.
She squirms in the bed then she realizes she is anchored down, her hands and legs tied.
She trashes her body violently against the bed. Her breathing is heavy, she pants and puffs out her breath. Not again. Not again.
She sees a shadowy figure walk in, broad shoulders but short in stance. At least a few inches shorter than Daisy herself. As the figure walked closer she could make out the image of a shaggy beard and a button up shirt. Gloves and a tie.
No. No no no. Not again. Not again.
She crashed against the bed. She pants and yells. Her arms hit violently against the restraints. Her powers weakly shook against the palm of her hand.
“NO NO” she tried to cry out but her voice was hoarse. Weak against her throat. Like a muzzled dog.
The figure? The doctor? Her brother? Fitz?
They approached closer calculation in each movement. Gently they reach out but Daisy knows better as soon as the hand is close enough she thinks of her only way of defense.
She manages to bite the hand in the middle of her thrashing. It reminds her of when she was a kid.
The figure winces in pain and snatches their arm back. Muttering something under their tongue.
Then she looks to her side and someone else approaches.
It takes less than a second for Daisy to figure out how it is from the shadowy silhouette.
Jemma.
Once again she tries to plead and yell but her voice is caught in her throat.
When Jemma approaches closer Daisy feels loose tears release from her eyes. Then she feels it.
A sharp pinch in her shoulder. She looks down at it and sees a syringe injected.
Her head starts spinning now.
She looks up at jemma, she swears she sees her eyes water up but daisy always swears she sees signs in jemma that are never there.
The world is still spinning, her eyelids droopy against her wishes.
She takes a breath and collapses once more.