Chapter 1: Similar Worlds
Sitting in a chair handcuffed to a table, was not the way that Daisy had saw this night going, but if she was being honest she should have seen it coming.
With the way, her life has been. She should have ended up in juvie years ago, but 15 was still young. Maybe if she was lucky they would just give her a slap on the wrist.
Growing up in a household where your mom was a glorified prostitute named Kim Johnson, and your father was a psychotic scientist who called himself Calvin Zabo, she really should have ended up in jail sooner, maybe a little less sane.
Tugging at her handcuffs, absently trying to rub her wrists, which were chafing. Breaking into that card had been a mistake, but it had been cold. Her mom had forgotten to pay the rent and her father was now currently locked up in maximum security for the near future.
"Daisy Jonson?" A voice asked. Causing her to look up into the tired eyes of a male officer, who looked like he had gotten about 3 hours of sleep in the last 2 days.
"Yep, that's me" She said with a smirk leaning back. Confidence was everything, couldn't let them think they were winning.
"We had trouble getting a hold of your mom, something about her also being arrested for prostitution" He said, looking her up and down with judging eyes.
She had seen those looks enough in her life to know what they meant. Like mother like daughter, she thought.
"We got in contact with her lawyers now though. Hopefully it won't be too long" He said. Letting out a tired sigh.
"Funny. I wasn't aware my mom had lawyers" She said with raised eyebrows. She came from a dirt-poor family, where her mom got paid for sex. There was no way she could afford a lawyer, not in a million years. This guy had to be high or something.
Moving to cross her arms over her chest. She cursed feeling the handcuff restrain her back. Glaring at the piece of metal, a chuckle resounded on her right.
Flickering her eyes to her right. She Saw a boy only a few years older than her at most, Smirking at her. Dark messy hair, cut short, with equally dark eyes.
"Something funny?" She asked. Glaring at this obvious rich boy. "Nothing. Things just final got interesting" He said smirking again. She really wanted to slap him in the face.
"So, what did you do sweetheart?" He asked. Leaning back in his chair where he was also handcuffed. Snorting, she turned. Hoping to ignore him, "Come on you show me yours, I'll show you mine" he said. Grinning at her widely and far from innocent.
"Are we talking about the same thing?" She asked. Looking over at him wearily. "Doubt it" There was that stupid smirk again.
"I… broke into a car" She finally blurted out. Surprised by how easy it had come out. "Really? That's all you did… amateur" He said. Rolling his eyes with a snort.
"Yea, and what did you do? Rob a McDonalds" She snapped agitation seeping into her voice.
"Ouch… I am genuinely hurt at the insinuation" He said, clutching at his chest in fake pain. "I think you'll live, you big baby" She snorted.
"Burned down my house" He mumbled. Glancing at the clock on the wall. "What?" She whispered. Turning to face him, her eyes wide. Of all the things, she had expected this had not been it.
"Why?" she asked. Not waiting for him to repeat. "because they deserved it" He bit out. His voice losing its playfulness and all that was left was venom.
"What happened?" She whispered softly. Reaching out to grab his hand gently. Jerking he looked at her. Opening his mouth, but no words coming out.
"You know, my mom's a prostitute" She said looking over at him coyly, hoping to see a smile there, anything really.
"Is that so?" He said. A grinning stretching onto his face. "Well, I can see the resemblance" He said. Smiling so wide, she was sure his cheeks hurt by now.
"Hey!" She yelled insulted. "Well you were the one who offered." He said holding his hands up in mock surrender.
"I didn't offer" She huffed, glaring at him. "I was just trying to connect, be understanding and all that bullshit"
"Just because your mom is a prostitute doesn't mean you could possibly understand what I am going through" He said. His voice turning cold again.
"Fine! How about the fact that my dad is a psychotic scientist?" She said, raising one eyebrow, smirking in triumph.
"How psychotic?" He asked. Looking at her skeptically, waiting for her to continue. "He used to experiment on living people against their will, mutate them. Most didn't make it" She said.
"Really? You should have led with that" He said. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know this was a competition" She said.
"My parents were abusive" He cut in, causing her to fall silent. She didn't know what to say after that.
"My… my brother. He was horrible to me and my sibling's. He pushed my younger brother down a well once and when I tried to throw him a rope and help. He wouldn't let me until it was too late. Thomas died" He whispered.
"I…I'm sorry" She whispered. Squeezing his hand in soft comfort. "Nobody believed me. When I said, it was Christian. Nobody" He mumbled. Looking down at his hand's.
"I believe you" She said. Causing him to jerk his head upwards. "You burned your house down? Did anyone get hurt" She asked.
"No… My older brother was the only one inside, but he made it out" He said, releasing a sigh. "That's good. At least you won't go away for murder" She teased.
"Not helping the situation" He hissed. Leaning over to whisper in her ear. "Daisy..." She said quietly. Not knowing why, she blurted it out. More than anything she felt the urge to tell him her name.
"What?" He asked confused. "My name… its Daisy Johnson" She said. Turning to face him. Silence followed that, maybe it was a mistake to tell him her name. She had been too open, but he was the first person in a long time that she had been able to talk to.
"Ward, Grant Ward" His voice sounded after a minute. Smiling she nodded. "It's nice to meet you Grant" She said.
Footsteps drew her attention away, as the police officer began to come back. "Grant Ward" He said. Glancing at Grant as he came back. "Yea?" Grant asked. A bored look splashing over his features.
"You have a visitor" He said. Moving to unlock the cuffs on his left wrist. "Excuse me, what did you say?" Grant asked in disbelief.
"A visitor, you have one" The police officer repeated. "Who?" Grant asked. His brain racking for anyone who would even care to visit.
"A John Garrett. I believe" He said. Glancing down at the paperwork in his arm. That was strange, she thought. Police stations didn't usually allow visitors, until the person was convicted of something or after the parents showed up to give permission.
Watching Grant stand up slowly. He looked at her, his lips twisting up into a half smirk. "Well, it's been fun Daisy-May, maybe we should run into each other again sometimes, grab a cup of coffee or something" he said heading towards the Door, following the officer.
The door opened with a swish and a man stepped halfway through waiting for him. Something felt off about this man though. His eyes held a certain coldness to them. This must be John Garrett. Stopping in front of him Grant frowned, as the man said something.
Holding out his hand for Grant to shake and after a few seconds he did. Both stepping through the open door and before it closed, Garrett looked passed Grant. His eyes locking with hers and slowly a smile spread across his face, one that sent shivers down her spine as the door slammed shut.
It didn't matter what she thought though. She was never going to see Grant again. He was just one of those people you met once, maybe had a pleasant conversation with before moving on.
What she didn't know, was that she would see Grant again but it wouldn't be for several years to come and by then they would both be at extremely different places in the world, unrecognizable to each other.
"Daisy Johnson?" A voice asked. Breaking her from her thoughts. "What?" she said. Tearing her eyes away from the door.
"Your lawyers are here" The officer said. Uncuffing her and helping her to stand. "Really? I thought you were joking about that, but it looks like your serious… ok… I guess" She said letting out a sigh.
Standing up. She followed him out and to an interrogation room, where her 'lawyers' were waiting.
Sitting down slowly. She looked at the man as he smiled at her tight lipped. "Who are you?" she said bluntly. "Did my mom sleep with you, is that why you're here?" She asked. Crossing her arms defiantly.
"No daisy, Actually I am here because of this letter" He said holding up the envelope between two fingers.
"What is it?" She asked. Not understanding what a letter had to do with anything. "Both your mother and father are in jail. This letter upon your mother's request was to be delivered to my office if both parents were unwilling or unable to take care of you" He said. Waiting for her to catch up.
"I don't understand, what does it say?" she asked her heart picking up. Clenching with nerves.
"Calvin Zabo isn't your Father, Daisy" She could feel her world beginning to crack. Piece by piece, finding it hard to breathe. "What? Wh… who" She said afraid of the answer.
"Tony Stark" Her world crashed all around her.