Hello, and if you're reading this thank you very much for choosing my story. This Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. fanfiction was inspired by, believe it or not, my sadness because it wont be coming back on until 2018! Come on, I graduate in 2019 people, speed this show production up! If anyone has read my profile they would know that I do strong female leads and I do not do any male leads for a story, because obviously I'm a girl. Haha, anyways I still cant believe that Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. wont be back on till 2018, so until then I guess you guys can read this story which takes place after the season 4 finale. I am assuming and basing this story off my belief that the team was kidnapped and put on a spaceship in the sky, AKA a sky prison. Who has them? Well, read and find out. Also I think this is going to be a Robbie/Daisy slow burn. I will also be including my own character. Her name is going to be Sameen, she is Israeli like me, and is only 15. If you need help visualizing what Sameen is going to look like look up Emily Rudd. That's how I picture 15 year old Sameen. Now, I know this story isn't sounding great(or maybe it is, idk) but I hope you can all give it a chance. I will be trying my hardest to update as regularly as possible, meaning whenever I finish a chapter I will put it up immediately. Ill stop boring you with my talking and please leave reviews if you like this story and think I should continue! The more reviews I get, the longer I will keep posting to this story. Haha anyways, enjoy!
Waking up the only thing I could feel was empty. And cold. The last thing I remembered was getting breakfast with the team. I could vaguely remember our food coming to us, eating and laughing, just trying to enjoy our little time of freedom. Then, nothing. I couldn't remember them handcuffing us, transporting us, talking to us. Nothing. I just remember breakfast and just now waking up it felt like we were eating just ten minutes ago. My stomach disagrees though.
The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the darkness. It took a few tries for my eyes to fully adjust to such a dark change before I sat up. The second thing I noticed was that I wasn't in my old clothes, but a different set. It was almost like my tactical suit I would wear in the field except the zipper was on the back of my suit. It reminded me of the wet suits suffers would wear in the movies. I sat up in the bed I was apparently in and threw the covers off me, despite the cold biting back. The suit covered all of my arms and legs and I even had black boots on, half way to my knee tall. What really caught me off guard was the gauntlets on my wrist. These weren't the ones I would always wear before a mission, these ones, of course, were black. The gauntlets reached half way to my elbow and were made of some weird fabric and laced with metal. Checking my powers, I could still feel all the vibrations around me.
Turning my head caused a large ache, bigger than one you would get from just sleeping. My covered hands shot to behind my left ear and sure enough, I felt stiches. I understand security, but for real? They had to do surgery and put something into my head? Panic took over for a moment and I looked for the door. Spotting it, I focused on the vibrations around me and tried to summon a shockwave powerful enough to blast down the door. Pain took over from there. Behind my left ear I could feel a weird sting that travelled up my skull and to where I'm sure my brain was and I literally heard a small crackle of electricity as the device shocked me.
"Damn it," I cursed, speaking for the first time. Loosing focus on blasting the door down, I started to investigate the room I was in when my eyes caught something. At first, I was sure it was just a picture or something, but after hopping out of bed and walking over to the glass, I realized for the first time just where I was.
Darkness speckled with little flashes of light from stars stretched as far as I could see. White space shuttles zoomed past my window and towards god knows where. I tried to get a good glance at the logo on the shuttles but there were none. It wasn't NASA, that much was obvious. The real question was, who had us and where was my team?
After awhile of sitting on the floor and staring into space I felt tired. I had already searched the room inside out, turning the bed upside down, searching my blanket and pillow, feeling along the walls. The only other thing in the room other than a bed, small toilet with a curtain for privacy, and window was a small camera in the corner above the door. The walls were a plain grey and perfectly smooth, every inch. Not really knowing what time it was I just let the fact that I was tired be enough to make me sleep. Whomever was holding us knew what they were doing.
The second time I woke up I was finally glad that it was to a knocking on my door.
"Prisoner 1255, put your hands on your head and stomach to the window," a male voice ordered. I did as they said not having any other choices and went to the window to comply. I heard the door open and two sets of feet walked in. I considered turning around and easily taking out the guards but knew better. I had to be patient and learn more before I tried to break out of here. Besides, who would save my team if not me? Though I'm probably under more surveillance than my team other than Yo-Yo of course, both of us being Inhumans.
A set of hands grabbed my hands from the top of my head and brought them to behind my back before something pulled them together like handcuffs. It was magnetic like so my guess was it stuck my gautlets together to act as handcuffs. Hands were back on mine as I was whipped around rather harshly to face the two guards.
The first one looked very young. I couldn"t even believe how young he looked. He had to be around 15 or 16 at most, this one had no gun like the other guard. He had short curly brown hair and they were both dressed in white fancy uniforms. They looked to be something you would wear to a formal meeting, not your regular guard clothes. The kids eyes looked empty as he stared at me, yet they shined a brilliant green.
I looked to the older guard who looked just like the younger boy and after looking to their nametags confirmed that they were related by the last name of Vallquet. The older man had pure black hair and a trimmed beard and scars to show he was a battle experienced man. My guess that the older one was just hitting his forties and obviously the younger ones father.
He carried an AR-15 while his son was unarmed other than their utility belts. The younger one handcuffed me, but not too tight to the point of being uncomfortable. The older one was the one that whipped me around violently. That's how I found myself staring at the older guard.
"Prisoner 1255, otherwise known as Daisy Johnson or Quake, don't try anything stupid and you'll make it to lunch without any troubles, but please give me a reason to shoot you," he stated matter of factly. I also took notice to how they don't have any stun weapons, only lethal ones.
I only nodded my head, trying to figure what his problem was. Did he hate Inhumans? Was it the fact I was a prisoner? Did I do something to someone he knows? Whatever it was, he definetly had a problem with me.
The younger Vallquet waited for the older one to exit the room and as I followed I heard him lock my door behind me and walked after me. I memorized the hallways and every direction and detail that I could as we walked in silence.
The hallways were the same smooth grey as my cell and I passed other cells just like mine. Looking closely I noticed that the only way into the room was with metal keys around the guards wrist. I counted ten cells numbered 50-60 before we reached an elevator.
No one spoke a single word as the only sound was the shuffle of footsteps down the hallway and the ding of the elevator telling us we reached the top. There were only 13 floors but we were on the 12th. I guess lunch was on the 5th floor as we stepped out of the elevator and into the lunch room. The kid unlocked my handcuffs and gave me a slight push forward telling me to move, and I did.
As soon as I stepped out of the elevator I was immediately in the tiny lunch room and 9 sets of eyes looked to me. I only saw one familiar set.
"Try not to let them beat you up too much, Quake. Though I heard you're an experienced fighter I doubt you can take on 8 other prisoners at the same time, assuming prisoner 056 otherwise know as Elena Rodriguez decides to help you," the older Vallquet stated as he stepped back into the elevator and pulled his son back with him. He looked to me one more time before using one of his keys to make the elevator close.
I turned back around to the other prrisoners, male and female, who were all dressed the same as me and we all had fresh stiches behind our ears. In all, there were four girls and six guys in the room who aged from, by the looks of it, 15 to 40. Yo-Yo stood up from the table she sat at abandoning her food to walk up to me and give me a hug. At the sight of this everyone went back to eating.
I noticed the youngest one in here was a girl that was 15 to 16 and was sitting at the table with Yo-Yo. She had straight black hair that fell just below her shoulders and fair green eyes. Like Yo-Yo and I, she had gauntlets on. Not everyone did.
"Daisy, I've never been so happy to see you. Where have you been the past week?" She asked me. A week? That's how long I was gone for?
"What do you mean?" I asked, speaking my thoughts. She placed her hands on my arms and guided me towards the table she was sitting at. The tables were metal and had individual circular seats connected to them. Each table could seat only three people, four tables in all.
"I mean that I woke up a week ago and have been through the routine. I thought I was alone in here, then you just showed up," she explained.
"Have you seen the rest of the team?" I asked taking a seat.
"I saw FitzSimmons, Mack and May but no Coulson," she must've seen my frown because she quickly added, " Don't worry Daisy, I'm sure he's fine. After lunch we're allowed to go to freetime, which is on the fourth level and we can interact with all of the other prisoners and the team. I think that there are about 97 prisoners in all, at least that's the hightest number I could see. We each have a number on the neck of our suits," she pointed out. I looked down to the neck of my suit and sure enough the number 1255 was there. Yo-Yo was prisoner 1257 and the girl next to me was 1256. I guess we're neighbors. "Oh Daisy, this is Sameen Groves. She and the rest of these people are Inhumans like us. She has the coolest power, but it's kind of hard to explain."
"You might want to grab some food before they close down the cafeteria," Sameen spoke for the first time as she stood up and dumped her tray. She was almost as tall as me.
After I got my lunch, which consisted of space food which was absolutely horrid tasting, the two Vallquet guards came in again and took my table into the elevator, leaving the rest for now. It didn't take long to reach the floor above us and once again, we were pushed out into the room. Unlike the pathetic thing called a cafeteria, this room was huge. To my left there were bleachers and tables set up with cards and chess. Behind that was a full size basketball court and to my right there was pool tables and a single tiny TV. There were already about 30 people in the room and I didn't miss the fact that we all wore different colored suits. Yo-Yo and I along with the other 8 prisoners at the table all wore black outfits while other people wore grey, blue or red uniforms. I could see guards with tranq guns patrolling through the hangout places ready to shoot anyone who fell out of place. The basketball court was crowded with a bunch of strong men in red suits playing aggressively for the ball while a bunch of people in blue sat by the chess tables and cards and the people in grey were planted around everywhere.
I followed Yo-Yo underneath the bleachers where relief filled me to see FitzSimmons, May and Mack sitting there but Sameen went to play cards with a bunch of crooks. There were seven chairs placed under here and they were all sitting and talking when we arrived. At the sight of me they fell quiet. It was only when Jemma hopped out of her chair and ran to hug me with, followed by Mack and Fitz. May gave me a nod and I understood that she was happy I was here.
"Daisy where the bloody hell were you this past week!" Jemma suddenly looked mad.
"I don't know. I just woke up in my room this morning for the first time, it seemed like only yesterday that we defeated AIDA and were eating breakfast. After that, it just goes blank." I told them. Jemma's eyes widened as she stared at something.
"Why do you have stiches behind your ear?" Her hand gently reached for my head and I turned it so she could get a better look at it. May stood up and walked over to me as well.
"It shocked me earlier today when I tried to use my powers. I can still hear and feel vibrations but I can't physically use my powers. And I don't know what's up with the gauntlets but the chip, I'm guessing its a chip anyways, is activated by my gauntlets somehow." Fitz and Mack walked over to me until I was crowded by all my friends.
"It definitely sends signals to the chip in your head, that much is obvious. But I don't know how it could without getting a closer look at the material," Fitz trailed off as he grabbed my hand and attempted to get a good look at the fabric by picking at it but stopped as soon as he heard a small crackle of electricity and a cry of pain from me. "Oh my, that is very sensitive to touch. I didn't mean to get you shocked Daisy, sorry." He apologized.
"It's fine. Does anyone know what the different colors of uniforms mean?" I asked, looking to May and hoping she had an answer.
"Well the black uniforms are for people with powers, Inhumans," she started. "There are a total of ten Inhumans on the ship, six of them are men and four girls. The people with red uniforms like Mack," she gestured to him, "are for people with muscles, I guess. Most of the people wearing red are rather big and muscular. People wearing the blue uniforms," May pointed to FitzSimmons, "are obviously the nerds and geniuses. And people wearing grey like me are tacticians in fighting. I know that for sure because most of the people in a grey uniform are respected and feared. They run this prison." She finished. I sat down to the nearest chair and everyone else followed my lead.
"So now what do we do now that Daisy is here?" Mack asked to no one in particular.
"Now we gather information and plan an escape. We are not leaving without Coulson, though." May stated as if it was obvious. "Daisy and FitzSimmons, you three need to gather a tight group of people who we can trust so that way when we do get an escape plan, we have backup. Mack and Yo-Yo, you two need to find out as much information as you can from all the inmates. Be careful, though. Don't ask the wrong people the wrong questions."
"What are you going to do May?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.
"I'm going to find Coulson."