I'm back bitches! Sorry for my absence, my little brother had state competitions and to be frank I've been stuck on any sort of plot for the longest time. That is, until Toni sent a monologue from the song The World Was Wide Enough. She pointed out that it sounded a lot like Post Bahrain Melinda. Then I was reminded of the scene where Melinda shot Andrew, but I didn't want to rewrite that scene. Instead I thought, who could I put in Burr's position? Then the part where he mentions his daughter resonated with me as… Well. Go ahead and read to figure it out!
Please let me know if you enjoyed this! Maybe I could write more and pump out more Hamilton songfics!
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
Is this where it gets me, on my feet, sev'ral feet ahead of me?
I see it coming, do I run or fire my gun or let it be?
There is no beat, no melody
Daisy frowns as the rest of the team floods out of the jet. It had been months since Lincoln's death but the resentment still resides deep in her stomach. He wouldn't have been on that plane had it not been because of S.H.I.E.L.D. Bobbi and Hunter gave up their personal lives for this job. Andrew, Rosalind, Trip… So many people lost their lives because of the "greater good". Everyone lost something and she's sick and tired of it.
May fixes the sleeves of her jacket, her lips tightly pursed. Not two weeks after Daisy left Coulson stepped down as director offering the position. She took it gratefully knowing in his state he wouldn't be able to lead this team. They needed someone who wouldn't lead with their emotions. They needed her…
Except she could feel emotions bubbling in her chest as she steps in front of the girl who used to be like a daughter to her, now fighting against everything they stood for.
There were so many things that had happened in the last six months.
Shortly after Lincoln died Daisy ran away from the base blaming herself. Afterall she had been brainwashed by the man. It only made sense that she should have been the one to die. But again and again someone died to protect her. Trip, Raina, now Lincoln… Elena stepped up to help her lead the inhuman team she was building. Daisy likes to pretend she doesn't see the regret filling her partner's eyes as they reign destruction. Of course May brought the entire team but the most unnerving was Simmons standing in the back looking nervous. She has no purpose here. She's not a fighter… Then she spots Melinda's gun clutched in her fingers. Just like always May seemed off in her own world. So far from the rest of them and now she's willing to do what? Shoot her? Take her in? Treat her like a prisoner?
May moves first to take position. She was a trained warrior after all. What was it Ward had said to her all those years ago? They were trained to be killers. Emotionless robots. For so long she had believed that they were different… She spies Jemma out of the corner of her eyes burying her face into Fitz's shoulder. He swallows heavily, his eyes begging her to stop.
She wishes she had known what was going through May's head at the time. If only she had known what had happened. The CIA pulled her mother back to lead fights against out of control inhumans. Ones that killed for fun. Ones that turned her own gun on Lian and murdered her… The same gun in which her finger twitched against the trigger.
Her own gun was clutched in her fingers. She doesn't know why she needed it instead of her powers. She could take them all down with a flick of her wrist. Yet May could somehow fight against that. She's positive.
"You don't have to do this Skye." The name stings as it leaves May's lips. Daisy meets her eyes. She knows she used it on purpose. A final ditch attempt to connect to the girl she used to know. The gentle girl untarnished by death. The one that giggled with excitement when she met her first "powered person".
Mike…
Another person to suffer at S.H.I.E.L.D.'s hands. He can never see his son. He's practically a machine. He lost everything even when he had nothing.
Her eyes fall on the woman in front of her again. She treated her like she was her daughter. She taught her everything she knew about fighting. About emotions. She taught her Tai Chi…
"I've thought about my death enough times, the different ways that I could go. I just never thought it'd be you… I gave up on you… I won't do it again. But you have to stop this." Melinda's words pour over her like ice water. Those were almost the same words before she shot Andrew… That was her plan for her. She was going to fire. Of course she was. She's the calvary. How could she be so foolish to believe she was anything special to May. It's her or May. No other choice but Daisy knew one thing.
May wouldn't make orphans of her people. The inhumans needed her. They needed a leader. Anger fills her as she counts. The same thing May had taught her when emotions were flooding her.
One, two, three…
Lincoln's face filled her vision. He told her he loved her when it was too late…
Four, five, six…
Trip cared about her too… A smile that could blind the enemy… He crumpled into rubble because he had followed her.
Seven, eight, nine…
Andrew… He had saved her from her brainwashing. At what cost? He was violent and relentless for so long... Yet he saved her. Why did he save her? It would have been better for everyone had he blasted a hole through her chest. Instead he suffered that fate. A flaming chain cutting through his heart after he saved her…
Ten.
The explosion of her own gun felt like it was going to deafen her.
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It was like the world moved in slow motion. She could see Daisy visibly tense with her last words. She knew them…
She spent sleepless nights imagining all the ways she could die.
She would go out in a glorious blaze of fire and save her team. Or perhaps a spectacular final battle against Ward taking the both of them out with an explosive. Maybe she would die peacefully in a bed in her sleep like Peggy had. On the worst nights she'd picture herself pulling the trigger. Putting an end to the relentless nightmares…
She couldn't have pictured this.
Daisy's face could be the last one she ever sees. Melinda had taken her in. Treated her like the daughter she never knew that she wanted. Not after Bahrain, that is. Daisy showed her that she could be different. She made May want to try again…
Now she may have to be the one to take her down. She was out of control. She reigned destruction wherever she went. But she can't do it. This final bullet could be her legacy.
Funny, she had thought it would've been the infamous name. The cavalry would be her legacy. A silly tale woven with lies. Only three people knowing the full story… Only three that had survived, that is…
She's running out of time. She has to make a decision… Take down her daughter or die at the hands of her.
It's funny… She never thought with all of the evil she brought she'd see the other side… Victoria Hand, her friend from the academy, their leader… She leads agents on the other side… A smile spread across her face as she still gets to do what she loves. Among the troops she spies Trip. He tips his hat to her and winks before returning to his serious facade. Her mother is on the other side. She's with Andrew… It's like they're calling to her. Telling her it's to say goodbye.
She needs to do this. She's made her decision. Her eyes fall on one last face.
Phil watches from the sidelines, blocked from interfering by Mack. There wasn't enough time… She smiles sadly knowing that eventually, she'll see him on the other side.
"I'm sorry Skye."
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Daisy watches in horror as Melinda raises her gun to the sky, firing in unison with her own shot.
"Wait!"
Her cries fall on deaf ears as the bullet pierces May's abdomen. The woman who had cared for her when she thought nobody could… She crumples like a rag doll. Screams echo across the air. At some point Jemma had turned back around. The scientist crumples with Fitz, their sobs filling the air.
Coulson breaks past Mack scrambling to reach her. Daisy stumbles forwards, her gun hitting the grass with a dull thud. Hands grab at her arms pulling her away. Gloves are slipped over her numbed fingers. She doesn't even have enough energy to fight them. Elena is the next to join Coulson's side, praying over the body of the crumpled woman as she fought for oxygen.
It only took seconds for the body to go still. Coulson's scream breaks across the sky. Her own heart thudded in her ears blurring his desperate pleas for her to stay alive…
It's too late.
DISCLAIMER: I don't discount Daisy as a villain! She simply fit as if Lincoln's death drove her insane. I absolutely love Daisy and I hope that this never becomes canon. I just really loved the idea and I had to write it.