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“You guys are my family.”
Daisy sat quietly against the tree in the shade, watching Lena play around in the grass. “Here, Lena,” she called out. “Here, girl!” The golden retriever trotted over, her tongue hanging halfway out of her mouth.
Daisy ruffled Lena’s neck and slid her hand under its bright orange vest down to its tummy as her phone started ringing. She fished it out of her back pocket, smiling when she saw the Caller ID.
“Hey, Daniel,” she greeted. “What’s up? Thought you were supposed to be at work?”
“Yeah, I am. Just wanted to check in?”
“I’m fine, honest. My arms rarely hurt anymore, you know that.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know. Just… What’re you doing?”
“Playing with Lena outside. Trixie’s lounging somewhere in the house.”
“Cool.” The sound of some alarm started blaring out from Daniel’s side of the call.
Daisy furrowed her brow. “Why would there be a loud alarm at an insurance company?” She asked, chuckling.
“Um, somebody… sued us? I gotta go back to work. Love you, Dais.”
“Love you too,” she responded before hearing a ‘click’ of it being hung up. She frowned at her phone. ‘ Somebody sued us? ’ What a bullshit excuse.
While it was strange, something tickled at the base of her skull, telling her it was nothing and that she should let it drop. She shrugged and leaned back against the tree.
“Here, Lena!” She called, throwing a random stick from the ground out into the yard, watching as Lena dove for it, smushing her face into the grass before picking it up happily. “Good girl,” she called out, already forgetting about the alarm from her call with Daniel.
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“Daisy.”
“Yeah?” She whirled around, fastening her gauntlets as she looked into the worried eyes of Mack.
“Just… be careful, alright?”
Daisy gave him a confident grin before putting on her gloves. “Of course.”
He nodded, only a little satisfied that she’d take care of herself. She was known to make impulsive decisions to save people that could hurt her.
She started down the cargo ramp of the Zephyr, turning to look back at the director. “Mack… Enoch said this was our last mission. If it is…”
He shook his head. “No, Daisy, not like that. We’re all making it out of here.”
“But if I don’t,” she insisted, “I… Nathaniel is powerful; so is Kora. If I can’t get Kora on Shield’s side then I’ll be In the middle of an alien warship with no idea where Deke and Jemma are and without any backup. So…” she sighed and walked back up the ramp a bit. “If I don’t make it. This might be my last mission. I need you to... tell May that I’m sorry I never talked to her since she came back to life. Tell Fitz… I love him like a brother. And tell Coulson…” she bit her lip. “Tell him that if I’m gone; the team is going to need him. May is going to need him.”
Mack sighed, then nodded solemnly. “But Tremors, you’re making it out of this alive,” he insisted. “You are.”
But they both could see it in each other's eyes- the likelihood of zero casualties was impossible, considering the situation.
Daisy shrugged, pursing her lips, and started to walk off the cargo ramp. She slowed down when she heard Mack ask, “What about Sousa?”
Daisy stopped, but didn’t turn around. “I… I don’t want to give Daniel something more to lose.” And she stepped off of the ramp and onto the Chronicoms’ ship’s hangar, fists clenched and ready to fight.