Daisy stepped out of the room and did her best to close the door quietly behind her.
She glanced around the halls and cleared her throat as she ran her hands down the front of her black tank top. This wasn't the time to worry about buttoning anything up. She had to go and go fast. The heels of her boots echoed as she made her way quickly away from the room. Another glance around the hallway and she felt like she could breathe again.
Her eyes shifted downward to her phone as it vibrated once in her hand. She smiled at the message, sent a quick response, and slid her phone into her back pocket. One quick glance over her shoulder and she was sure she was in the clear. She slowed her pace and exhaled heavily.
"Daisy!"
The sound of her name being called stopped her in her tracks. The air around her was suddenly thick but she knew it was going to be okay. There is no way anyone possibly saw her. She turned on her heels and put on her best smile, her hands automatically clasping behind her back. "Yes, Director Coulson?"
"I wanted to talk to you about your run in with Lash earlier."
Daisy swallowed and nodded. "Yeah, of course."
Coulson stood in front of her, crossing his arms. The file folder marked 'Secret Warriors' hanging from his fingertips. His brow raised as he studied his agent. "I see it was a tough battle."
"Sir?" Daisy questioned, her brow furrowing together.
His arms relaxed and he pointed the folder toward her. "Your neck." He explained, taking a step closer to examine her. "You've got some scratches." He waved his finger over it and Daisy could feel the slight sting from the added air. "Four solid ones. Right down your neck almost to your throat."
"Oh-I-" Daisy raised her hand to cover it. She could feel the raised skin. The burning sensation as soon as her fingers rested on the marks. "You know-um-the fight was such a rush I didn't even notice." The words tumbled out so quickly, she wasn't even sure she believed them herself.
That fatherly concern crossed his features. His brow knitted tightly together. The little crease between his eyes. "Walk with me." He requested, waving the folder at her. "Let's have Simmons take a look at it." He started to walk toward the lab.
Daisy bit her lip. Her fists opened and closed. "Yes, sir." She muttered as she released a heavy sigh and followed behind him.
Jemma turned when she heard the footsteps coming toward her. The smile crossed her face quickly. "Hello, Daisy." She greeted, cheerfully.
Daisy couldn't help but return the same smile. "Hey, Jemma."
They locked eyes for a moment. Daisy's widened in an attempt to communicate with Jemma. All she received for her efforts was a confused stare.
"Simmons."
Jemma's eyes widened when the Director came in a few steps behind. "Director Coulson." She greeted. "What a pleasant surprise."
He nodded and pointed at Daisy. "Agent Johnson here had a little accident in the field."
Jemma turned to look at Daisy. The perplexed feeling only grew as Daisy tilted her head and pointed to her neck. The scientist's eyes widened and her cheeks grew a little pink. "Oh-you mean-" She waved her finger over her own neck in a circle. "You mean-the-"
"Scratches. Yes." He finished, ushering Daisy forward. "Would you mind taking a look at them?" He silently suggested Daisy took a seat. "I wouldn't want them to get infected."
"Of course, Director." Jemma nodded. She turned to grab some wipes and antiseptic. She could see Daisy from the corner of her eye. The agent was fidgeting with her hands and swinging from side to side in her chair. A tiny smirk played on Jemma's lips as she shook her head. "I'll get her all cleaned up and ready to get back to it."
"Very good." He lightly hit Daisy with the folder. "My office after you're done."
Daisy pressed her lips together and nodded. "Yes, sir."
With that, he was gone. Leaving the two women alone.
Jemma swallowed away the sudden dryness in her throat and took a step toward Daisy. "Tilt your head to the right." She requested and Daisy obliged.
The antiseptic was cold and it stung. Daisy hissed causing Jemma to roll her eyes and chuckle. Silence settled around them as Jemma took her time, cleaning every scrape. Her teeth grazed her bottom lip as she worried over the marks. She could feel Daisy's stare on her and see the wicked little smirk resting on the corner of her lips.
"I know what you're thinking." Jemma informed her, breaking the silence. She changed the wipe to apply more.
"Oh yeah?" Daisy responded, hissing again when the wipe touched her neck. "And what am I thinking?"
Jemma could hear the amusement in Daisy's voice and it caused her to exhale heavily. She tossed the wipes onto the silver tray and removed her gloves. She took a step around so she was standing in front of Daisy, her hands resting on the woman's shoulders. Her eyes locked with Daisy's as she returned her smirk.
"That I need to cut my nails."