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It had been three weeks since they'd gotten their orders. Daisy Johnson and Grant Ward were carefully plotting, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Their current location was a hotel in Finland, as the Bus was being repaired and the team would be staying for a week or so.
"No, I say we just do it clean. Four bullets, one per head. There's no need to destroy the entire plane," Daisy was saying.
"Ah, but if we send it in the water, the evidence disappears. They'll assume we were all on it, whereas if only the four of them turn up dead, they'll know it was us."
Ward was reclining on the bed, tossing a bullet into the air and catching it, while Daisy was brushing her hair after taking a shower. She had hacked all the cameras in the building so that she could see when one of the team members came in, allowing her to return to her proper room before they got there.
Braiding her hair, the girl went and laid next to him, glancing at the projection of the video feeds. Her facial recognition program would pick out its targets and alert her, so she didn't have to watch it too closely.
"See, this is why I don't do a lot of sleeper work. You have to consider everything that could go wrong. In an assassination, you have one thing to think about, and that's timing. It's so much simpler."
He smirked and pulled her closer. "And this comes from the girl who lives and breathes hacking, where nothing is ever simple?"
She shrugged. "That's always come naturally to me. What does not come naturally to me is controlling my temper, so it's hard for me to keep a cover very long."
"You seem to be doing okay."
Daisy smiled. "Because I have you. On my past undercover missions, I've been by myself, usually surrounded by idiots. It's difficult to keep sane."
Laughing, Ward agreed with her.
Suddenly they heard a small ping, and a glance at the projection told them that Jemma was on her way up to the room she shared with May and Skye. The two agents sighed and stood.
Daisy pulled her robe tighter as she collected her things and headed towards the door, but Grant blocked it for a moment. She smirked.
"Do you want us to get caught together?"
His face mirrored hers. "Of course not, but I think you're forgetting something."
She frowned and turned, but as she did so, he snaked his arms around her waist and kissed the space below her ear, making her chuckle softly.
They shared a short but heated embrace, then said goodnight. He watched her until she shut the door to her room.
Daisy flopped on her bed, thinking over what Ward had said about the evidence disappearing. She'd never had to worry about that kind of thing, because she never really came into contact with her target. Most of the time she was given a date and place and told to watch for a specific person, whose photograph they would give her. All she would have to do was put a bullet in their skull and wait for extraction.
As she was thinking, Jemma came in, carrying a couple of bags.
"I can't believe how atrocious the shopping is around here! It took forever just to find a grocery store, anything beyond that is nonexistent."
Skye smirked. "We are kinda in the middle of nowhere, Simmons. The population of this city is what, 10,000 people?"
"Actually it's 11,237, which is a considerable jump from four years ago, when it..."
The Hydra agent tuned her out, once again trying desperately not to snap. She thought of Ward just down the hall and the plans they were making for after this mission, letting the ideas calm and distract her.
Agent May appeared a few minutes later, heading to her portion of the suite and shutting the door. Daisy stared at the closed entryway. Of the four other people on the Bus, she was the only one the two moles were slightly concerned about. Her skill wasn't exaggerated, and even with their training and the element of surprise, it was going to be a bit difficult to subdue her.
Think about that when the time comes, Daisy told herself. As Jemma continued to prattle on about population fluxes and the lack of decent shopping, the agent nodded, smiled, and spoke as necessary, wishing that the scientist would just shut up.
Later, as Daisy was scrolling through her phone, she came across a new app that she hadn't downloaded. After scanning it to make sure it wasn't infected, she opened it. It was a countdown with the word "retirement" under it, the background a picture of palm trees. She chuckled.
Jemma was in the shower and May was in her room, so the girl took the opportunity to do some stretching. She couldn't do it on the Bus, what with camera's everywhere and her cover to maintain, but damn did it feel good. It made her miss the large sparring floor at Hydra's main base.
When the water shut off in the bathroom, Daisy sat back down and continued to scroll through her phone. She opened the countdown app again, grinning when she saw the palms and the mere 164 days on the clock. It wasn't really that long. After that, they were going somewhere tropical to live.
It was funny when she thought about it. After they had been told about each other, everything had changed. They started talking more, played games together, casually flirted. And then one night it all sort of boiled over.
They had been refueling, and Coulson had let everyone run around the city they were in, telling them to meet back at the airport in six hours. Ward had been "left" with Skye, and after Phil had refused to let him go off on his own, they'd gotten into a car and started off, heading straight to a hotel and getting a room.
They'd been together (secretly) ever since. It was hard to get close to someone in their line of work, so they took the chance they'd been given. So far it was working pretty well.
Daisy grinned as she imagined palm trees and warm sand between her toes. Not even thirty and she was already looking at retirement. Of course, she was sure her mother would still call every now and then to ask for favors, but as long as it was nothing too lengthy or risky, she'd do them. It would keep her from getting bored.
The next morning, Coulson pulled everyone into his room to go over another reason for their stay. According to his intel, there was a woman in the city who was highly involved in the global black market. Her name was Helene Burgman. She mostly dealt stolen military codes or information, so Fury wanted her gone.
Ward looked over the mission plan, as did Daisy, though she wouldn't be going. Miss Burgman was well-known to the Hydra operatives, and both were devising a plan to alert her to their coming.
When they were dismissed, the two agents met up in the stairwell to discuss. Daisy started signing.
I've already texted my handler, she's sending me Helene's secure line now. I'll notify her that you're coming and give her false info to plant in her systems, then she'll leave just as you arrive.
Perfect. I can stall Coulson and May while we're there, and if she takes too long to get out I'll try and help.
They both nodded, then continued down the stairs, speaking quietly.
"Maybe later we could sneak out and go to dinner," Ward said, playfully tugging on Daisy's hair. She smiled.
"Sounds like a plan to me. Have you been out much? May's had me locked in my room."
"Yeah, I've been around. There's a nice little restaurant about a ten minute walk from here, the food looks really good. Meet me here at eight?"
She agreed as they reached the lobby door.
"I'll see you tonight, then," Grant stated, leaning in to kiss her. She met his lips, and even if it was only for a second, the world around them did not exist.
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