Author's notes: I do not own Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., Arrow, or Flash


So, they used the same currency here as in her universe. That's a relief. Also, many things were the same. Technology was almost exactly the same, like the languages and the countries, although they had many cities that didn't exist in her world. Like the city she was in, Star city, or Central city. They didn't have Avengers, Inhumans, or even a Tony Stark as far as she was concerned, but they did have metahumans from some kind of explosion in Central city. Daisy made a mental note to stay away from there.

They also had heroes. There was this guy in Central, super fast, called Flash. He kind of reminded Daisy of Yoyo, making her smile a bit. But there was a vigilante in Star city too. He was called Green Arrow, (and that sounded ridiculous if you asked her) but still, this put her on edge. This guy, according to the information she had read, wasn't someone that Daisy wanted to mess around with. Best to avoid, she decided. She wasn't the girl in the van anymore who could afford to run after guys in hoods.

She closed the tab on the computer, taking a sip from her coffee. She was in a coffee shop for multiple reasons: First, she needed to find out as much as she could about the technology here before she could use Fitz' computer. But, to her relief, it was exactly the same, so the laptop will work too, and probably won't alert any higher ups. Also, she really needed a coffee, and researching stuff in coffee shops brought her back to her old self, to even before she had a laptop. It gave her a bit of comfort, like she could pretend she was still in the same universe, just hanging out in a café before hopping back into her van.

Daisy was so lost in her thoughts that when she turned around, she didn't notice the guy a few steps behind her. She of course bumped into him, her coffee falling from her hand.

They reached for it at the same time, him catching it just a moment before she did, ending in an awkward handholding.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry." Daisy said, jerking her hand back, forgetting it was her coffee that was in it. She wasn't even sure why she apologized: was it because she walked right into him, or because she touched his hand.

"Don't worry about it." The guy answered, handing her coffee back with a smile. "Nice reflexes you've got there."

Daisy smiled back, taking the coffee with a grateful look. "Look who is talking."

Looks like she didn't just bump into a random guy, she bumped into a random and very handsome guy. He had short dark blonde hair, and kind blue eyes, that held more and more depth the more she looked into them. Not that she was looking into them for long.

"I'm Oliver Queen." The man said after a moment of silence, holding his hand out.

Daisy shook it. "Daisy Johnson."

She had to make sure that as soon as she was back in her apartment, she hacked herself an identity. She couldn't introduce herself to strangers with a peaceful feeling while she didn't exist. Too risky.

The guy smiled at her. "I haven't seen you around here before. Are you a tourist?"

Daisy considered it. "Something like that." She agreed with a shrug. She might as well be. "I'm here to stay actually. At least for a while."

The guy looked at her searchingly, his blue eyes analyzing her. It made her feel uncomfortable, like she was being read.

"Well, I've got to get going. It was nice to meet you." He said in the end.

Daisy smiled at him, hiding her discomfort. "You too."

He gave her one last look before turning around and walking towards a table.

Daisy looked after him, and her eyes met another woman's. She was frowning at her, like she thought Daisy intentionally bumped into that guy, just so she could flirt with him.

Daisy however, just shrugged, deciding that she had no time for jealous girlfriends. She headed outside with her adventurer of a coffee in hand, without looking back.


Felicity watched Oliver as he sat down with the two coffees. "Who was that?" She asked in a conversational tone.

Oliver looked up at her, his eyes giving away something akin to surprise. "A tourist, kind of. She introduced herself as Daisy Johnson. Seemed nice enough to me."

"Uhum." Felicity nodded, looking at the girl as she left the café. "Something is off about her."

"You haven't even met her." Oliver pointed out, looking at her suspiciously. Hell, he barely met her. Yet he noticed it too. Something was just… off. Also, she didn't seem to recognize him. That never happened before. Not that it bothered him, it was nice to meet someone who didn't go Oh my god you are Oliver Queen or Good day Mr. Mayor immediately.

"I haven't, but I've met enough suspicious figures in my life to recognize one." Felicity insisted. "And she looks very suspicious."

"She looks pretty average to me." Oliver answered, leaning back in his chair. Felicity didn't say anything to that, but Oliver was somehow sure that as soon as she enters the foundry, she's looking up one Daisy Johnson on the internet tonight.


Daisy marveled at the genius that was the laptop. Its existence was basically a cheat, and in her hands, it was way more than that. And it was time to put it to a good use.

Using the (surprisingly fast) internet of the hotel, she got to work as soon as she got back to her room.

First things first, she needed to exist. Giving yourself an identity is not an easy job: it's lucky that this isn't the first time she did it.

Secondly, she needed a backstory. A life. She found the easiest way to do that was to recreate her own: she had one already after all, and up until she was eighteen, it sufficed very well. She even found that her one of her orphanages existed in this world too: she could use that.

Third things third, she needed proof of life. Speeding tickets, parking tickets, bank account.

It took her from the early morning to up until sunset to complete, only stopping for ordering pizza (same as at home, it must be a miracle). But by the time the last sunlight disappeared from the horizon, she had a life. She existed. She had a backstory. Now she only had to go and make an identity card for herself, a passport, and she was done. Alright maybe a license too.

She took out the cellphone, opening it up. As far as she could tell from the internet and her brief visit at the coffee shop, people used the same kind of phones here as they did at home. Again, similarity. But she will still have to get a phone card for it.

Daisy laid back on the bed and dropped the phone next to her, closing her eyes. So far, everything went so smoothly. Next, she will have to get herself an apartment, something nice, since she had the money for it. Maybe one with a balcony and a sight of the city.

Suddenly, she remembered something. Sitting up, she grabbed the bag with her stuff in it, and got the metallic ball out.

"So, what are you supposed to be?" She asked, turning it around in her hand, shaking it. "I highly doubt they gave me a useless ball of metal just for the fun of it." She rearranged herself so she was sitting cross legged, and starting poking at the ball. "Come on, tell me your secrets. Open Sesame."

Nothing happened.

Daisy shook it again, agitated. "Oh come on. You have to be something."

They could have at least sent a manual with it or something, because this way, this was just a ball that wasn't even good for playing a ball game.

In the end, Daisy ended up throwing it back into the bag in agitation, deciding that one day, she will figure out what it is.

But today is not that day.

Instead, she focused on something equally important: it was time for her to look for an apartment, and also, a job.


Oliver was extra tired. Last night, they didn't just fail to find any sign of the dimension crosser, but there weren't any signs of the new Count either. The game of cat and mouse that man has been playing with them was getting on everyone's nerves. It was time to end it once and for all.

As soon as he entered the foundry, he sensed something was off. Felicity was typing way too furiously on her computer. At least the others seemed unbothered by whatever it was; Diggle was training with Rene and Dinah on the mat.

"Is everything alright?" he asked, standing behind Felicity, looking at the screens.

"Yes. Actually no. Actually, yes, which is why no," she rambled on.

Oliver shook his head. "Look, Felicity, I'm way too tired for this. Either tell me what's going on, or…"

"It's your friend from the morning." Felicity pressed a button, and the face of Daisy Johnson popped up on the screen. "I looked into her because I had this weird feeling about her."

"She's not my…" Oliver sighed. "Never mind. What did you find?"

"Nothing. I looked into her background, and I found everything I needed to find, but only that. Like, it says she exists, the database of the orphanage says she exists and spent time there, but when I crossreferenced her face with basically any video footage ever on the internet, nothing. She just doesn't exist in any videos online. Nor in any pictures for that matter."

Oliver raised one of his eyebrows. "And?" he asked. "Maybe she simply doesn't like cameras. Or she had her face changed. There are many options, Felicity, there is no need to jump to conclusion. I can't believe I have to be the one to tell you this, and not the other way around."

"There is something wrong with this girl, Oliver." Felicity argued, her face completely serious.

"We saw her for about one minute Felicity. Why would you even…"

At that exact moment, the computer beeped, cutting Oliver's sentence in half. He, sighed, and looked at the screens: a map of the Glades popped up on it. Felicity immediately turned her attention back to the screen, and pressed many buttons in a quick succession. "Guys, it seems like our bad guy is finally showing himself. The cameras picked up someone wearing his mask in the Glades." She kept typing furiously, pulling up camera footages and the layout of a building while everyone gathered around her. "I'm not sure what's happening here, but it doesn't look like a normal drug deal." She pointed at the book in the Count's hand "I don't think he's selling drugs, unless…" Her eyes widened. "I think he may actually be selling the formula of Vertigo. He must have figured out we are onto him." She shook her head.

"If that happens, who knows where it will end up." Diggle noted, his eyebrows furrowing.

"As far as I can tell there are only two exits in this building." Oliver pointed at the layout. "I can go in as a distraction, it will cause him to run like before. Rene you take one entrance, Dinah you take the other. Diggle you are the backup, you will move to position as soon as one of them tells you the Count is there. I'm counting on you to tranq him as soon as he plays the smoke bomb card." Oliver picked up his bow, but turned back towards the IT girl. "And Felicity, we will talk about your… suspicions later." Even if they are towards an unknown person and for absolutely no reason.

They moved according to the plan. The meeting happened in an old storehouse, Oliver figured it was because it was a neutral ground for both involved parties. Or maybe they just weren't clever enough to meet in a place from where they could easily escape from.

The building was stocked with gunmen, but that was nothing Oliver couldn't handle, hasn't handled many times before.

He moved in the darkness, undetectable for almost anyone. His arrows were fast and effective, and his side of the building was clear before anyone even realized what was happening. The Count and the buyer were standing on the side, surrounded by three guards with guns in their hands.

Oliver slowly crept behind one of the crates that were lying all over the storehouse, and listened in to the conversation.

"We agreed on half a million. That was the deal."

"The deal changed."

"Then there is no deal. Half a million or no formula."

"Is that so? I believe you reached out to me, and you sounded desperate to sell your little book. Afraid of the Arrow, I presume?" Oliver didn't know this voice. Must be the buyer. He sounded delighted, mocking the Count.

"Not the Arrow. Something is here. Something dark." The Count's voice, on the other hand, sounded scared. "It's… it doesn't matter. We agreed on half a million! Where is the rest?"

Oliver decided that this was the moment to jump out from behind the crates, and shoot the three standing guards before they could do anything. He shot the lamps, then rolled behind a big metallic chest, using it as cover, only looking out to shoot the arriving guards. As suspected, the two parties immediately turned tail and ran. Oliver managed to shoot one of them in the leg, but the other one, the Count, managed to escape. It wasn't the first time that happened, so Oliver knew that his team could handle it. His tricks won't work on them anymore, the Count was as good as caught, finally.

He shot the gun out of the buyer's hands, and walked up to him, his voice modulator activated. He stood right above him, his arrow aiming at his head. The lighting was bad, but Oliver could see the terrified look on the guy's face. Good. He should be scared.

"You have failed this city." He thundered, and he could see the guy was shaking in fear. "You have thirty seconds to tell me everything about your operation in Star city, or you are going to a place much warmer than Iron Heights!"


The Count thought he could escape, it always worked before. He recognized the danger when he ran into that guy in the hockey mask, and threw his favourite toy: a smoke bomb, and used the distraction to start running towards cover, so he could disappear. But as soon as he stepped out of the smoke, he felt a prick in his neck. His strength left his body, and he fell forward.

People were suddenly standing above him, shapes blending into each other, faces appearing and disappearing in the shadows.. The vigilantes. They caught him, he was as good as gone. But they don't know, he though, and chuckled. They have nooo idea. He felt like laughing so hard, because the joke was on them, and soon they will see it too. They will see it, oh they will.

"It's coming." He breathed, choking on his own laugh. "It's in the shadows, and it's coming. You can't stop it." He laughed again. "You will fail your own city. They will… They will die and you will too."

Then he finally succumbed to the drugs and passed out.


Oliver put his bow down on the table. They busted the Count, the vertigo was out of game once again, and the other guy told him a lot of helpful info about a criminal operation. Yet, he still felt like something was wrong. The words the Count said, that Rene repeated to him, were ringing in his ear. Maybe they were just the ramblings of a mad guy. Or maybe it was a warning. He remembered the conversation he overheard: it sounded real enough.

"Well that was fun." Rene said sarcastically. "Especially the part where we are going the fail the city, I really liked that part."

"We are not going to." Oliver reassured him, feeling the tiredness weighing him down. "But we do have to consider this threat. He said something was coming, right after a dimension gate was opened. We can't ignore this warning. It may not be connected, but if it is, we have a problem."

Felicity turned away from her computers, and pointed at them with her phone. "Maybe it's time to call for backup? Just for the time of a vibe. Maybe Cisco can tell us something."

Oliver looked at the phone, then sighed. "Alright, you call Barry and invite them over. BUT" he lifted his finger up "just for the time of a vibe."

"Yeah sure, of course, professional, always." She turned around in her chair, and Oliver heard her mutter "I haven't seen Barry since November, I can't wait to talk to him. A team-up, again, yesss."


"Yes, this will be perfect. So, when can I move in?" Daisy asked, looking around in the apartment.

The manager smiled at her, obviously falling for her charms. "As soon as the paperwork is done, so by today afternoon, you will be able to call yourself the new resident of this shining apartment. If you have the money in cash as you promised, of course." He added.

"Of course." Daisy nodded. "I'm wondering if we could hurry it up though, because I have a job interview in the afternoon, and I really don't want to be late."