Daisy Johnson was more than a little nervous about meeting her new partner. She had been working with Mack for a long time now. She trusted him. He trusted her. It was a good working relationship and good friendship. But Mack had been badly injured on their last mission. He was going to be okay eventually, but he had four months of physical therapy in store for him before he would be able to return to work. In the meantime, Daisy needed a partner and Coulson told her he had found one for her. Coulson said he was an older agent with a lot of experience. He had worked for SHIELD back before Coulson joined them and had been in retirement until now. Phil had somehow convinced him to return to SHIELD. The former agent had only agreed to return temporarily until Mack was recovered but Daisy could tell that Phil was hoping he would be convinced to return for good. Whoever this older guy was, Daisy wasn't sure how she felt about working with him. How was he going to handle combat if he was older than Coulson? She pictured a silver haired man with a white moustache and shuddered.

"Daisy?" Phil stepped into the room where she had been waiting for the last ten minutes. "He's here. This is Agent Logan." The man who followed Phil into the room didn't look nearly old as she'd expected. He was maybe in his late forties, so he was still old compared to herself but not at all what she'd anticipated. He wore jeans, a button up shirt, a brown and black leather jacket and boots. His hair was a little crazy sticking up in odd places but he looked fairly fit so maybe she wouldn't have to do all the fighting after all.

"Logan, this is Agent Johnson," Phil continued.

"You can call me Daisy," she said, stepping closer to shake his hand.

"Logan," he grunted, gripping her hand firmly.

"Unfortunately that's going to have to be the limit of the team building. Rest assured, you're both very good agents, but you'll have to get to know each other on the field." Phil smiled at them as they ended their handshake. "I have an urgent mission for you. You are to be on a plane headed for Russia in one hour. Here are your instructions along with passports and plane tickets." He handed each of them a manila folder. "Good luck," he said and he walked out of the room.

Daisy glanced at the contents of the folder. She looked up to see Logan stuffing his into his back pocket. "So...um...you used to work for SHIELD?" Daisy asked.

"Yeah," Logan said and headed for the door apparently not interested in conversation. "Need a lift to the airport?"

"Sure, why not?" she said and followed him out. "Let me just grab some stuff from my locker and I'll be right there."

"Five minutes kid, I'm only waiting five minutes," Logan called back as he headed down the hall towards the door.

"Kid?" Daisy said to herself as she went quickly to her locker to grab her backpack. Who was this guy anyway? He may be older than she was, but Daisy was no kid. Daisy took her backpack off the hook in her locker, threw in a few extra items and hurried out the door.

It turned out Logan's ride was a vintage motorcycle. "You can't be serious," she said, stopping short of climbing on behind him.

"What's the matter, You don't like motorcycles?" he asked.

"I like motorcycles just fine," Daisy said, strapping on her backpack. "It's you I'm not so sure about."

"Just get on kid. I don't bite," he said.

"My name is Daisy, not kid," she said as she climbed onto the bike behind him.

"Sure, I'll try to remember that," he said, starting up the motorcycle. "Hang on to something."

The motorcycle started moving and Daisy scrambled for a place to hang on. She knew there should be handles somewhere but there was no time to find them. She had little choice but to grab onto Agent Logan and try to keep from falling off.

Once he was parked near the airport, Logan took his leather bag from the bike and walked inside with Daisy. It seemed like they would be able to board smoothly until Logan spotted the metal detector.

"I've got a plate in my head," he said to Daisy. He asked the security guard to do a patdown instead. The guard took his wand, waved it over Logan, and it wouldn't stop beeping. He looked down at it, shook his head at the obviously defective equipment and tossed it aside for an old fashioned examination.

"Hey, watch where you're putting those hands, bub," Logan chided the guard.

Daisy watched Logan's face, as he obviously didn't enjoy the exam, and after said "You know, they can do an x-ray instead?"

"Yeah, I don't get along with x-rays well either." She didn't offer any more advice until they had gotten onto the plane.

After they'd settled in and taken off, Daisy opened the folder that Coulson had given her to see more details about what the mission was. "Shit," She mumbled as she read the briefing.

"That bad, is it?" Logan asked.

"Apparently we have to neutralize some sort of abominable snow monster in Siberia." Daisy said. "Locals are reporting it as fifteen feet tall, super strong, and they say it eats people."

"Doesn't sound too bad." Logan said with a shrug.

"Okay, so once we locate this thing, and we find out it really is a threat, how would you suggest we neutralize it?" Daisy asked him. She knew what she would do. She would use her powers to knock it to the ground but she needed to know what he would do. She knew almost nothing about him except that he didn't like to talk much and he wasn't afraid of motorcycle accidents.

"Hit it 'til it's down," he said. "What would you do?"

"Hit it 'til it's down," Daisy agreed though she wasn't sure how much damage he could actually do to a superhuman fifteen foot tall snow monster.

"Really?" He asked, probably having the same doubts about her that she had about him. "How hard can you hit?"

"Hard enough," Daisy said, unsure if she wanted to tell him about her powers just yet. Too many people still hated inhumans and older people were often less accepting. Maybe she'd just give them a little longer to work together before mentioning it. "You must be able to hit pretty hard yourself?"

"Well, it's more like stabbing," he explained but didn't elaborate.

"So you were carrying knives? That's why security stopped you?" Daisy made a guess.

"I always carry knives," he said.

"And you don't have metal in your skull?"

"I got that too." He said leaning back in his seat as if he planned to sleep for the flight. She was starting to suspect that the metal detecting wand wasn't broken.

Fine. If he wanted to sleep instead of get to know his new partner a little bit or even bother to read the mission briefing for himself she could work with that. Daisy popped in some earbuds, turned on her music player and set to work ignoring him for the rest of the flight.