As soon as she got changed out of the soft towel, Daisy stormed out of the small apartment, she couldn't stand seeing Ward's face anymore without wanting to do something to him for all of the pain he had caused the whole team through out the past years.

''But he's dead...'' Daisy whispered to herself as she stepped onto the sidewalks of the busy streets, her head snapped itself up and her gaze drifted towards the big window, Ward's face was staring back at her, he seemed to care and was clearly worried judging from the look on his face. Ward moved away before Daisy could give him a dirty look.

Daisy knew anything was possible in the framework with all of the programming that Aida worked on. She was the mastermind behind all of this. But why and how did she know Ward? Why would Aida direct Daisy to wake up by Ward's side?

With a shake of her head, she decided to ignore the questions that she had no way of answering, Daisy was determent to find the only person who could possibly understand this. She was Jemma Simmons. ''We entered the framework together, we should be together...'' Daisy whispered to herself, she wasn't sure how big the whole framework was, it could be bigger that anything she'd known, but it could be smaller too than the real world.

''Can't believe it's the five year anniversary now,'' A man said with a fresh newspaper in his hand, '' Billionaire Leopold Fitz had lost his best friend all those five years ago, shocking.'' He said again and the woman next to him nodded with a saddened look.

That one name caught Daisy's attention, Fitz was somewhere around, she followed the young couple down the busy street until they stopped at the wooden bench and sat down, their eyes remained glued to the paper. Whoever Fitz was in the framework...He must be important.

''Excuse me,'' Daisy began uncomfortably as she approached the two, the man moved the newspaper away from his face.

''How can I help you?'' He asked cautiously, eyeing Daisy's outfit carefully as if it was the most unimpressing outfit he had ever laid his eyes on. He was wearing a dark, black suit and an expensive tie that was almost too nicely tied around his neck.

''I'm looking for Fitz. Leo Fitz, I've heard you talking about him and I thought you might now where he lives.'' Daisy spoke quietly in attempts to be as persuasive as possible. She shifted from one leg to another as the young couple shared a few looks.

''It is not a good time for him.'' The lady said in a posh tone, evening out her blue dress, ''It's been five years since he lost his best friend, Jemma Simmons.''

Daisy's legs nearly buckled from beneath her, her hands began to treble while her heart rammed inside her chest at an alarming rate. ''Lost...Her?'' She questioned for confirmation with a shaky voice. The woman and the man nodded with weird looks, as if they were not happy with her being around.

Dying in there will definitely kill you

Simmons' words rang in Daisy's mind a few times then echoed before they disappeared.

She can't be dead. No. No. No. She can't be dead

Daisy thought to herself, her eyes twitched as soon as she re-opened them.

''That's why we don't think you should visit him, he is not at his best during this day.'' The woman said, and by the tone of her voice, she clearly wanted this conversation to end. Daisy wasn't done, this was her only chance to get him back, she had to take it. ''Where can I find him?'' She asked.

''This is not a good time for Mister Fitz.'' The man spoke again, this time in a more serious tone.

Daisy formed her limp hands into fists that turned her fingers yellow slowly, ''You tell me where I can find him right now or I will do something to you and you'll regret not telling me...'' She whispered in a threatening tone, though she knew it wasn't the best option- but definitely the quickest one.

''Rockstone Lane!'' The man answered when Daisy got close enough to him, he did not like her posture, so he just gave in.

''Don't upset him even more.'' The lady warned, but Daisy had already stared walking.

Her worst enemy was Alive, her best friend Dead...

Daisy couldn't take it. Hot tears invaded her eyes and vision, making the world around her blurry. Simmons couldn't be dead, Daisy did not accept that, it wasn't right...

As soon as she approached the nearest alley, Daisy's body began giving up, she allowed herself to drop to the hard, concrete ground that was engulfed by the shadows of the buildings that stretched a over thirty meters tall. The tears in her eyes started dropping and rolling down her cheeks, leaving wet patches.

''She can't be dead...'' Daisy whispered to herself before letting out a loud sob that echoed throughout the dark alley, she hit the back of her head against the brick wall behind her, letting a few more tears fall down to the ground freely.

If tears could ease the pain, then let them come. Let them fall.

Daisy thought to herself, trapping herself in endless sobs...


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