Hi everyone. So I thought I would give a go at writing again! So this story will be about a new inhuman. Let me know in the comments if its worth continuing. :)

The dingy room was exactly what you would imagine a visitation room of a jail to be. Dreary grey walls, old tables with flimsy black plastic chairs, dirty curtains and windows from years of neglect, and eyes on you from every angle- setting a tone of discomfort and claustrophobia that was inescapable.

Daisy sat in one of the uncomfortable black chairs as she waited for the prisoner to be brought out from lockup. She hadn't come across too many inhumans in the past few months, but this surely was the most unique encounter yet.

"Inmate 0692, entering for visitation," an officer said as a door across the room, a few feet from Daisy, opened. She stood as a young girl walked through the door escorted by two guards. Daisy had known what the girl looked like before coming, having seen some photos of her through the research they had done, but she was taken back by how small the girl looked now. Perhaps it was the gray oversized uniform and the hand cuffs, but she looked too young to be in a place like prison.

The girl looked pissed, but also annoyed, and walked with an air of resilience as an officer escorted her over to Daisy. She was about Daisy's height, maybe an inch or two shorter, and fairly fit looking from what Daisy could tell given that her frame was being consumed in clothes obviously too big. She had deep brown eyes with dark brown hair to match that looked like it may have not been washed in a few days. Overall, the girl looked slightly disheveled, but it was understandable given her current housing arrangements in an overcrowded women's prison.

The girl plopped down in the chair across from Daisy at the table and the guard walked away. Almost delayed, Daisy sat down and gave the girl a smile. The girl stared at Daisy, studying her face, but did not return the smile.

"So how did you get on my list? You a reporter or something?" the girl asked.

Daisy gave a small smile and a shake of her head. "Not a reporter, but I am interested in you."

"Is that a bad pick up line or something?" the girl replied. She had sass, Daisy liked sass, but she was here on business and didn't have time to banter and chat.

"No- I'm here to discuss how you got here," Daisy replied as she flipped open a manila folder that had been sitting on the table untouched. She slid it across the table, allowing the girl to look at it. The girl gave a questioning look to Daisy, and then peered down at the file.

"Mary Chase, 18, one count of assault and battery, first offence. Sentenced to 6 months in South Bay House of Corrections with 3 months probation upon release," Daisy recited from memory staring at the girl, Mary, who was looking down at the file.

"Yep that's me, you did your homework, do you want a sticker or something?" Mary replied as she slid the file back across the table looking up at Daisy with a hardened impression.

"You put a guy twice your size in the ICU. You beat him within inches of death and you came out unscathed. You want to tell me how that works?"

"A guy jumped me, I fought back, threw some punches and kicks. I guess I'm just lucky- well not that lucky cause now I'm in this shit hole."

"Look, you know what? I'm just going to get to the point. You and I both know it wasn't luck. Either you didn't beat up that guy, or you're special. I'm going to go with the latter. That's why I'm here. Because if it is the latter, which I'm pretty sure it is, I have an offer."

Mary leaned back in her chair becoming more interested in what the girl across from her was saying. She was either legit or a complete lunatic and Mary honestly couldn't tell which.

"How do I know you aren't some crazy person? Like who the hell even are you?"

"My name is Daisy Johnson, I'm with Shield." Daisy said softly, leaning into the table. Mary raised her eyebrows upon hearing this, genuinely surprised by Daisy's answer. She had thought Shield had been destroyed, but apparently not.

"Shield? Like Hydra infested, disbanded secret government agency Shield?"

"Yeah well we're still here, Hydra free, and a lot smaller, but we're Shield. I'm Shield."

Mary fell silent, studying Daisy once again, trying to figure out whether or not to trust her. In the end, she figured she had nothing to lose.

"And if I was to say that you are right and I am 'special,' what would that mean for me?" Mary said as she leaned into the table, matching Daisy.

With a slightly devious looking smile Daisy gave her an answer.

"How would you like to cut your prison sentence a little short?"