While Daisy goes back to the The Retreat to continue training her abilities she runs into the most unexpected person to be there.
Uh Who are you?
After the repairs were at the cabin, I decided to take a somewhat leave of absence to train myself more in using my gift. After long review from Gen. Talbot, who extremely ticked about the hidden faction trying to undermine and usurped the authority entrusted with Coulson. Councilwoman Weaver and the others got an earful from him and luckily only received that. Agent Calderon is still in recovery and he is pending a review over the fact that he shot at me for nearly no reason. I actually didn't have enough courage to go report it. Bobbi actually came forward as a witness. I have to return for it to testify against Calderon. I heard that he has a history with enhanced individuals. Well, back to Gen. didn't mind the board to help balance out decisions made in SHIELD. Just no more chickening around Hydra. We, and especially Lincoln, who became one of the new leaders of the Afterlife. Explaining the situation to him, he understood how Gonzales overstepped his place and mostly got himself killed. Expecting him to still have registered in the Index, he instead only will want it enforced when an Inhuman uses it to break the law or uses it in an ill manner. Plus giving us protection since we are an item of interest from Hydra and other possible parties.
That actually was a big break. One that we all needed. I still feel weird around some people back at the base. Jemma especially. She, Fitz and Lincoln are getting along, but I overheard Lincoln and Simmons arguing about how she made my gloves to repress my powers as a point of trying to change my physiology to be human without considering the fact that my transformation could've been permanent. I later confronted her about it. I told her that if she didn't want to accept the fact that I have changed then I couldn't work at the same place if I had the option. So I packed my things and went back to the cabin to continue my training and provide some tech and information support for them until I was needed for again.
Thanks to a couple SHIELD agents, I was a able to fly a quinjet now to travel wherever I need to go. Very few people know where I am so at least I have some privacy. Landing the jet I turned the engines off and grabbed my bags. Closing the docking bay doors, I began walking towards the cabin. A sudden chill ran through me, remembering what happened the last time I was here. I can't believe I have to see that jerk again. I mean they came after me, I dropped the gun and he just shot at me. If I didn't deflect it in time then I would've died.
I stumbled a little and realized that the ground was shaking.
"Crap!" I let my emotions get the best of me. Taking a deep breath, I focused on my heart rate to slow down. Instead of pushing things aside, I breathe out my emotions so I don't bottle them up inside. Finally I stopped generating the vibrations, keep heading to the cabin.
Later that evening, after finishing a meeting with everyone via video chat, I saunter over to the kitchen to pull out stuff to make a sandwich. Most of the time Agent Weaver and Oliver still want to register Inhumans into the Index. Fortunately Mack and I had made up some including Bobbi since Gonzales's leadership had actually done more damage than good in the process, they rather go with Talbot's orders on not forcing registration on the Inhumans. That seemed to be the main argument ever since then. But we did get some work done and I can relax for the next couple days without worry. Fitz and Simmons did mention that they found easy to read files and research on earthquakes, seismic waves, and geology and all that stuff. I'm grateful but geez this a lot of stuff to to read.
Putting the sandwich fixings away, I noticed that the milk is open and about quarter of it is drunken. Someone is here with me. The only time I was out was when I went for a run.
Going over to my room I looked for my icer and started checking that the doors had been locked. Checking the windows, I kept getting the feeling that someone was watching me. I pulled out my phone to call Coulson but the minute I tried the signal was jammed.
Is it Hydra? Agent Calderon? Before I could process anything the electricity went out. The only light I had now is a flashlight and the fireplace going. And a knock on the door to top it off. No one is supposed to know I'm here. Other than a few people.
Knocking sounded off at the door again.
"Who is it?"
No answer. Deciding on my alternative, I open the door to find no one there. I really shouldn't have watched Paranormal Activity. Daring to take another step forward, that presence and feeling that someone is watching me kept growing. All the sudden the lights come back on, including the porch light.
"Don't move, said a gruff voice, feeling what I assume is the barrel of a gun pressed to the side of my head. "Drop your weapon and walk back inside. Do it now!" He shouted this time. Sighing I dropped my icer, clattering to the floor. "Hands on your head and move back into the cabin. Slowly."
"Okay. No need to get jumpy. See hands on my head and moving slowly back into the nice warm cabin."
"Just get in and be quiet," he shouted. When the door closed, the barrel of the gun left my head. He sat me down at the table after patting me down. He kept me at gunpoint as he sat down on the other side of the table. He looked gruff and beardy.
"When was the last you showered?"
He only narrowed his eyes at me. "I heard that you are good with computers," he muttered pulling out a hard drive and setting it on the table in front of me. "I need you to decrypt this for me."
"Now why would I do that? Who are you?"
"That is none of your concern. Just open the drive and I'll leave."
"What guarantee do I have that you'll leave?"
"None. But what choice do you have?"
"Oh, an ultimatum? Let me guess. Ah, you hail from Hydra."
Saying that though was mistake as he slammed his left fist on the table and stood up. I looked more at the hand than his face. Instead of flesh, there was metal. Looking up to his scraggly bearded I noticed that there was something familiar about him. But I never met him before.
"Look doll face, trust me when I say that I hate Hydra with every fiber of my being. This drive here can help me take them down and find some answers about myself."
"Well I'm a SHIELD agent and..."
"I know. Fury told me about you and that you can help me." Soemthing then started to vibrate. He looked away, pulling a phone out of his pocket. He immediately looked at me apolegetically and answered it.
"Yeah?" he said in what I figured to be russian accent.
He then stood and started to pace back and forth muttering in what I think is Russian. He also sounded very annoyed. I suspected from Coulson and Simmons that Fury might be alive. But how is this guy connected to Fury? While I watch him pass back and forth and reach under the table for two knives that I have stashed there, that's when I saw it. The red star on his metal arm. The Winter Soldier.
