Author's Note: Ok. I got this idea right after the winter finale for season 3. I was extremely pissed off, and lost all respect for the writers of the show in that moment. HOWEVER. I still love FitzSimmons and Daisy, so I continued watching, and I figured out a way around Jed & Mo's screw up. There is a teensy bit of language and some very mild sensuality, but other than that, this fic is very clean and dare I say fluffy in some spots. I'm not quite sure how long it will be as I haven't split it up or finished editing it yet, but its over 15k words on my processor so yeah. I hope you enjoy!
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Daisy stared at the tablet in her hands, looking over the plans for her team's latest operation. SHIELD had found the weapons storehouse of some Jordanian insurgents, and wanted it seized before the rebels had a chance to use the horde of firepower they'd stashed there. It would be the second mission utilizing her new completely Inhuman field group, and given that the first one hadn't gone as smoothly as she would've liked, Daisy was determined to cover every detail.
Coulson appeared beside her, letting her know that the plane was fueled and ready. "Are your people good to go?"
"So they say. I just hope Tanner and Megan can shut up this time."
The director nodded in agreement. The arguing between the siblings was what had nearly devastated the last op they'd been on.
"I think they learned their lesson. And if they didn't, they're temporarily suspended. That's the way it is here."
Smirking, the girl stood and made her way to the hangar, alerting her team to their impending departure. Gradually they began to appear.
Lincoln was first to arrive, closely followed by Kayla, a soft-spoken girl with the gift of Hydrokinesis. Though only sixteen, she'd gone through Terrigenesis as a toddler, and had such a grasp on her powers that she could manipulate the water in a person's blood and control them.
Joey entered next, and last were the siblings, Tanner and Megan Van Fleet. Twenty-six and twenty-two respectively, the brother and sister both possessed the ability to summon and bend light. Their parents had taken Tanner to the Temple when he was fifteen, but Megan had sneaked in and transformed with him.
The two were bickering when they entered, as usual. Daisy clenched her fists and walked over to them, momentarily silencing them.
"Your arguing nearly got us killed last month. If I hear so much as a whisper of you two quarreling, you're both grounded indefinitely. Do I make myself clear?"
Tanner nodded while his sister mumbled her understanding.
"Good. Now let's get this done."
The agents filed into the plane, a peaceful quiet filling the space as they headed towards Jordan.
It was the middle of the day when they landed, stifling hot and as dry as the sand that surrounded them. Daisy coughed and looked around. A little ways off was the targeted warehouse, apparently deserted. Lincoln stared at the building suspiciously.
"Shouldn't there be guards or something?"
His girlfriend furrowed her brow as well. "Yeah, but I don't feel anyone. Be on high alert, guys."
They nodded and moved forward, their hands raised.
When they entered the warehouse, all seemed quiet. But as they began to set up a defense shield, a high-pitched squeal sounded throughout the building.
Daisy clutched her head and screamed as bullets started whistling around her. She could now sense a multitude of other people in the warehouse, though the splitting in her skull made it nearly impossible to concentrate. She knew, however, that they were overrun. Retreat was necessary.
"Back to the plane!" She managed to shout, attempting to stand. Lincoln's strong arms swept her up and started carrying her away.
Once outside the building, the headache lessened enough for her to stand, and she glanced back at their failed capture.
Tanner and Megan were creating blinding white shields to delay the insurgents, who were wearing what appeared to be a revised Hydra logo on their shoulders.
How did they know we were coming? Daisy thought, just as she felt something bite her in the side. Ignoring the burning, she uncloaked the Little Dove, dropping the ramp and starting the engines.
When everyone had made it inside, she jerked the plane into the air and started back to base, the pain in her head fading but the one in her side growing. Feeling the warm stickiness of blood, she looked down at herself.
"Ah, damn it..." She muttered, watching the wet spot in her suit grow.
Lincoln heard her and came to see what was wrong, his face paling when he noticed the bullet hole. He pulled a medical kit off the wall and began working, trying to staunch the bleeding.
Daisy managed to stay conscious on the ride back to headquarters, but when they moved her to a gurney, she could feel herself slipping. The voices begging her to stay with them gradually faded, as the world around her dissolved into a white nothingness.
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~J