AN: Takes place after 3x03. I don't know why I wrote this. It's terrible. Don't blame me for anything
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Agents of SHIELD or anything associated with it. I'm just here for fun. Or terrible feels, depending.
I ran and ran and I didn't look back. I knew I needed to put as much distance between myself and those agents as possible. Which meant putting all that distance between Daisy and me as well, but maybe that was a good thing.
I was till replaying our conversation over and over in my mind. I wanted to believe everything she said. I wanted to believe that kiss was genuine, but...
It would've been so simple. They knew I trusted her. This could've been their plain all along: get her to talk to me, calm me down, say exactly what I need to hear - they knew she was the only one who could convince me to come - and then they'd show up and say, "change of plans" and hand me over to the ATCU. The ones who were the reason my life was a living hell.
Did I almost fall into their trap? I didn't want to believe it of Daisy. I wanted to believe that she really did care about me. But how could she? Like I said to her, she doesn't know me. She doesn't know all the things I've been though, all the things I've done.
I finally stopped running, supporting myself with my hands on my knees and breathing heavily.I looked up and noticed that I'd reached a bridge. I hadn't been paying attention to where I was running, but I had to smirk wryly at the oddly appropriate destination. John had mentioned talking me off a ledge, and here I was, near a literal ledge. Except there was no John to talk me down this time.
There was no John, because I had killed him. Wasn't it fitting if I died now? I deserved it. I took a step toward the edge of the bridge. It wasn't like there was anyone left who would miss me. There was no life for me. The Inhumans were gone - a step- I couldn't trust SHIELD - another step - I couldn't be a doctor anymore. Even that had fallen apart - I was nearing the edge. Nothing I did ever amounted to anything good. Even helping Daisy had backfired apparently.
Now I was standing directly on the edge of the bridge, listening to the water below.
There really was no point. I was alone, and I had nothing to live for. I stared down at the foaming water beneath me, then closed my eyes, trying to must whatever courage I had left to take that last step.
AN: I told you it was terrible. I'm sorry.