Since Daisy was sleeping through the night, for the first time in who know how long, May decided to let her sleep in and not wake her for tai chi. That meant that she had yoghurt and toast ready when she came down.

"Good morning Daisy."

"Morning."

"Eat up. Lessons start in 20 minutes. Is the food alright?"

"Yes. Thank you."

"No problem."

"Hopefully, our first lesson of the day interests you. I believe your mother was Chinese, so chances are, she spoke Mandarin. Would you like to learn or would like to start with something else?"

"I'd like to learn."

"I thought so. We'll start with counting."

After an hour, Daisy could count to 99, and was ready to learn other words.

"We'll learn more tomorrow. Now, it's time for math. I got Koenig to print out an assessment. It'll be boring, but then we get onto funner stuff, okay?"

"Okay."

May was right, the assessment was extremely boring, but Daisy came out with a result of an extremely high natural aptitude even though she was below grade level in terms of knowledge.

"Daisy, what were your teachers like in your last schools?"

"Well, some were good and some were bad, but I never got to know them for long, because often I was out of the school within the month." May hadn't even thought of how the switches would have affected her education, and she was sure that the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents that dropped her off at the orphanage hadn't thought of that either. She wondered if Daisy would one day end up at the S.H.I.E.L.D. Children's Academy that the old S.H.I.E.L.D. used to have. It was meant for the children of agents so that they would get a good education and get to make friends that they didn't need to keep secrets from. It would was also planned in order to avoid children getting jealous of the children that had normal lives that were found in public schools. She could imagine Daisy there easily. She snapped out of it when she remembered Skye.

"Okay. Good to know. Now, what would you like to work on last? You can choose between English, science, and history.

"Is English reading and writing and stuff?"

"Yeah. Do you want to work on that?"

"Yes, please. I'm not very good."

"We'll see. I'm glad you chose to work on the thing you find difficult. Not many people would choose that. I'm sorry to say that means another test. Read out loud what it says on the tablet, please. Then write about what it was about."

Her reading abilities were below average, but her writing abilities were actually as good as the reading which at her age is very rare. They're well within a good range. My guess would be bad education, but a lot of effort.

The message showed up at the top of the tablet when May opened the results. Koenig worked fast.

"Well done, Daisy. Tomorrow will be more exciting. Time for lunch, and then after you can choose between fighting, and gymnastics for this afternoon."

After they finished lunch, Daisy was curious about the different options.

"For gymnastics, we'll work on jumps, rolls, and landings. Maybe a few other things if we have time. For fighting, we'll probably learn a couple different types of punches and a kick."

"Gymnastics sounds funner. Is that okay?"

"Sure. I'll grab you a leotard."

May came out a minute later with a small, black leotard with the S.H.I.E.L.D. emblem on the left shoulder.

"We're lucky that the person in charge of this place, Agent Koenig, is very prepared."

"Who is he?"

"I'll tell you after you've changed. Do you know how to get to the gymnastics room?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. Meet me there in five minutes. I need to make sure everything's set up."

Four minutes later, Daisy was dressed and ready to go.

"Great. First thing is landings. Get on top of this block."

Daisy climbed onto the block.

"Jump off and land like this with your two hands right in front of you." May demonstrated the right position."

Daisy did it but nearly fell over.

"Good first try. Try again until it feels impossible for you to fall over.

It took a few tries, but around the seventh May deemed that she was ready.

"Next, do you know how to do a somersault?"

"I've seen people do them."

"Could you try on the floor for me?"

It took a few tries, but eventually Daisy succeeded at doing something that resembled a forward roll. May brought out a small, fabric ramp.

"Try from the top of this, and with the extra speed, try standing up without using your hands."

It took a few tries, but Daisy was eager and a quick learner.

"Well done. I'm happy with your progress. Do you want to know why gymnastics is important?" Daisy nodded.

"Some people in this world aren't very nice, I know you've met some of them, but there might come a time when I can't keep you safe. I really hope that doesn't happen, but if it does, someone might push you off of somewhere, and you will need to be able to land and keep fighting. If someone pushes you when you are on the floor, you need to be able to roll and keep fighting. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. That's it for floor today. Next is beam. You need to learn balance."

They spent the next few hours in the room, going over various skills and techniques that would one day be useful if Daisy ever needed them.

"Well done. Go wash off. Dinner will be ready, and then we can talk about tomorrow."

As May walked into the kitchen, it crossed her mind that some six year olds might not wash on their own. She was almost worried, then she remembered that with Daisy's childhood, she'd probably been washing herself since she was two. Soon after she'd put the dinner on their plates, Daisy walked in, hair dripping everywhere.

"What happened to your towel?"

Daisy looked around and realized the mess her hair was making.

"I'm so sorry!" she sprinted back up the stairs. May had easily heard the panic in her voice. She followed her and knocked on Daisy's door. No answer. She opened the door. No sight of her. She closed the door behind her and turned to check under the bed, but she saw her hiding in a corner, frantically drying her hair with a towel.

"Excellent instincts. Well done. If I was just checking the room, I never would have thought you were here. Now, why are you hiding?"

"I wanted to dry my hair before you saw me next, so you might ignore that I forgot."

"Why would I need to ignore that?"

"I know. I'm sorry. You wouldn't. What's my punishment?"

"No. I meant that wet hair isn't a big problem. It's fine. I don't need to ignore it. No punishment."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Remember? Different house, different rules. How about I dry your hair?"

"Okay."

May grabbed the the towel and gently massaged her hair.

"Why don't you come to my room and we can use my hair dryer."

"You're okay with that?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be? I don't think the hair dryer will care." May said with a smirk. Inside, she was desperately hoping that Daisy understood the message. This type of thing was normal and not something to be shocked and overwhelmingly grateful for. May opened the door to her room.

"Here we go. Sit on the bed." She turned the hair dryer on and ran her hand through Daisy's hair, drying section by section. By the end, Daisy looked the most relaxed May had ever seen her. It was easier to see the resemblance to Skye and the pain tore through May's heart. She saved it for when she'd need it. She almost didn't want to stop since Daisy was so relaxed. She kept the dryer and started running a brush through Daisy's hair. Once she'd gotten used to that, she turned the dryer off. She kept brushing long after the knots were gone.

"Come on, Daisy. Time for dinner."

"Right. Okay." You could almost see her walls coming back up, and May resolved to one day bring them down.

After dinner, May sent Daisy to bed before calling Andrew.

"Melinda? What happened? Did you find her?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry I didn't call. She was having a panic attack because of all the guns there. I'm worried she's seen them before. It worked out okay, but I should've called last night. I'm sorry."

"It's alright. I get that you're in a very confusing situation. How is she now?"

"Today was good. No powers were displayed. I'm now seeing hope for her to open up one day."

"I'm sure she will. If you ever think you might need me, you can always bring me there."

"I don't think I'll need to take you up on that, but if I need to, I will. Thank you for offering."

"No problem."

"Good night, Andrew. Thank you for everything."

"You're welcome. Night, Melinda."

Just when she was about to go to her room, her phone rang.

"Coulson?"

"May."

"What's happened?"

"It's Bobbi. She's fine, but she got into a bad fight. We were tracing some HYDRA that we thought would have info on Skye's dad."

"Why are you calling me?"

"She can't stay on board. She can't come on missions with us now, and we go to too many dangerous areas to leave her on the plane alone."

"So…"

"She wants to come to you and Daisy. She's desperate to be useful."

"She knows about the quarantine risks?"

"Yeah. She figures the highest chance for something to happen has already happened. Now we're just being extra cautious."

"I suppose that's mostly true. If she wants to come, she can come. It'll be good for Daisy to have someone here other than me."

"Okay. Thank you. I'll let her know."