It felt like I had been asleep for ages due to how sluggish my bones felt when consciousness found its way back to me. I remember escaping, and preparing for a fight against Anton, we were winning when…Oh my god. Jemma was shot.
My eyes peeled open and scanned the new room I was in. It was a lot different than the first room as I was alone. No Jemma. Was she already dead and they just left her behind? I knew I wasn't rescued when I saw the chains on my wrists and ankles, tied to a bolted metal chair in the middle of the room. The room itself is what threw me off guard as it was made up of clear material, glass or plastic I wasn't sure. I couldn't see anything beyond the room except the darkness. A light shone on me from above, a single light showing me off in this almost display like case.
It was only seconds later when I looked around did I notice the cameras set up in the four corners of the room, all blinking red. Anton must have really thought this through to have such a solid backup plan. I focused my energy on quaking and to my surprise, it worked. Whatever and wherever this room is it wasn't made out of the material it was when I was first kidnapped. Unknowingly, there was a door behind me that I couldn't really see as someone walked into the room. A familiar someone.
"Anton," I growled, easily recognizing his vibration. I started to focus on quaking him and I could feel it working but it immediately died down when I felt the rough prick of a needle in my neck, drugs flowing through my veins now. "Wh-What did you just gi-give me," I asked, my strength diminishing immediately.
"I gave you some antipsychotics to keep you riding the high life while we torture you. Oh Daisy, since your team escaped I had to relocate. So now we are at my base, with fiercely loyal guards protecting us. I couldn't afford to take the time and save the material that kept you locked in that cement prison so I had to substitute," he threw the now empty needle into the corner and circled around me. "While you were unconscious, I had my medical team fix up your cuts so we can begin, starting fresh." I looked to my hand and noticed he was telling the truth. A white bandage covered it and when I moved my shoulders I could feel bandages there as well.
"What happened to Jemma?" I asked weakly, my head lolling to the side. I felt like I was riding a cloud underwater, if that was possible.
Anton laughed." is with my medical team still. I guess we'll know if she makes it or not pretty soon, they should almost be done and once they are I gave them instructions to bring her straight here. I took a pretty risky shot back at that old base, barely a centimeter away from her heart. If she does live, it won't be for long if you're around her. You see Daisy," he kept circling around my chair, making me dizzy; "Everyone you love ends up hurt. Agent May didn't look so good last I saw, Coulson never made it out of the compound, he's actually outside this room right now, and Fitz may be dead. One of my men got to him," he stopped to face me, my heart breaking when I heard the news. "So that's why I set up these cameras. I am currently sending this feed straight to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters." He gestured to the cameras. I had nothing to say so I just stayed quiet, trying to keep conscious when he leaned in and whispered loudly, "Nothing's changed. We just have three less players to play now." He backed away from me and made his way to the door.
When he opened it the same goons he's had this entire time came in, each holding one of Coulson's arms. His cut had been cleaned up and stitches now replaced the blood. They dragged him in front of me where there were four small holes in the wall, and cuffed him to my right. I could only guess the second set of holes were for Jemma when she pulled through.
I looked to Coulson with no words in my mouth so we just kind of shared a look of understanding before I turned to look at Anton, his two men leaving.
"So Daisy why don't you tell Coulson what you let happen to our dear Jemma?" I looked to Coulson, giving him a sorry look but not speaking. "Not in the mood for talking? Well Daisy here took knocked out two of my men and most likely would've done the same to me if I hadn't shot our dear Jemma a centimeter above her heart. She's still in surgery, but I haven't gotten word if she's dead yet." Coulson's fists clenched and jaw tightened at the news.
"Anton," he said, finding his voice," when we are rescued and The Avengers find us, you're going away for a long time. I will personally make sure that you never see the light of day again."
"Ha, Director but you see, I can't see the light of day anyways. Not since Agent Johnson here spilled the terrigenesis crystals in the ocean. One morning I was on my way to work when I got a call from my daughter's school saying something had happened. I rushed to the hospital as fast as I could, but it was no use. She was already pieces of dust, forgotten to the world, all because of this piece of trash sitting in front of us." He pointed to me as I let his words sink in. Between my high emotions due to his story, knowing I actuallykilleda little girl and the drug in my systems, he could kill me and I wouldn't feel anything. I knew I had killed people unintentionally, but to hear this? It made me hate myself more than I already did.
"Anton, I'm sorry that happened but we can't change the past. Agent Johnson saved many lives when she stopped that plane, and yes people died, but the good she did outweighs the bad that would've happened if she let that plane take off. Please, let us go. Is this what your daughter would've wanted?" Coulson tried to reason.
Anton looked at the ground, seemingly in thought before he sharply turned around and left the room, not saying a word.
"Daisy, hey," I looked to Coulson who was leaning forward in his handcuffs as far as he could. "I noticed this place wasn't lined with any materials as far as I could see. Can you quake?" I looked up from where my head was laying before making eye contact, conjuring enough focus to give to him.
"What?" I asked him. I didn't really hear anything he said and it felt as if my head was filled with sand. Any noise I hear I could swear it echoed.
Coulson seemed to notice something was off when he asked," Are you feeling ok?" I nodded my head no. Whatever Anton gave me was really screwing with my head as I couldn't hold on to a single thought. "What's wrong?" His confused and worried look scanned my body, looking for any obvious injuries.
I only managed to choke out one word.
"Drug."
"Shit. I knew he would have a backup plan. Do you know what he gave you?" I nodded my head yes, fighting the urge to cry. Why did I want to cry so bad? "Hey Daisy," he snapped his fingers to get my attention. When I looked to him my vision was blurry and I felt so drowsy I could be a very believable zombie. "This is very important. I need to know what he gave you."
What he gave me? Oh he means the drug. When I looked at Coulson's hand being cuffed a sudden memory flashed in my head.
"You know Coulson, before you picked me up like a lost puppy back when I was with the Rising Tide, I had been arrested four times. The first two times were for hacking into police databases looking for information on my parents. Hey, what ever happened to my parents Coulson? I remember finding them but that's it. It all gets kind of foggy from there..."My words were slurring together as I tried desperately to remember what the hell happened to my parents.
"Daisy I need-" I cut him off before he could finish.
"Daisy! Who the hell are you calling Daisy, old man? My names Skye." Why was he calling me Daisy? Who was Daisy?
"Oh my god. Skye what did he give you?" Coulson's worried voice reached me.
"I don't know but whatever it is it left a burning mark on my neck. It kind of hurts," I pouted as I reached for my neck, only to be stopped by handcuffs of my own. When did those get there? And since when do I hang out with old men in plastic boxes?
"Skye do you remember the name of the drug?" The old man kept asking me. I did remember the drug, actually.
"Yea. I do." I teased him. I remember the Anton guy giving me something call antipsychotics.
"Well can you tell me what it was called?" He asked kindly. Something about his voice was welcoming, telling me in a way that I could trust him.
"I think he called it antipsychotics or something like that. Now where are we, uh, sir?" I could feel my head starting to clear up just the slightest bit.
"Oh you know, just sitting in a box waiting for rescue. Same old, same old." He was so nonchalant about it something told me he did this a lot. What a weird man.
"So uh, why are we here again exactly?" The man never got a chance to answer before the doors burst open suddenly and in came two men carrying a familiar face between them. "Jemma!" The name popped out of my mouth, relief filling me at seeing her for some reason. She didn't look so good as the men gently set her down before cuffing her wrists as well. When they turned to leave I couldn't help but glare daggers at them for some strange reason.
"Daisy I'm so glad you're ok. I had this weird dream that you died and I couldn't help but think it was true. After all the human conscious tends to dream about every day problems and situations." The girl I called Jemma closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall as if she was in pain.
"Um, why do you keep calling me Daisy? And how do I know you again?" I suddenly asked. It was true. I don't know how I knew her name it just kind of popped out at the sight of her. Her head shot up at my words, her eyes digging into mine.
"What the bloody hell do you mean, Daisy?"
"My name's Skye. I don't really know what's going on." Jemma looked to the guy next to her.
"What does she mean Coulson?"
"Well you see," the guys whose name I now know is Coulson started," Anton drugged her up on antipsychotics to keep her from using her powers-"
"I have powers!" I jumped in at this new revelation.
"That would explain it," Jemma said." Each patient's first time on antipsychotics is just like this. They tend to forget anything within the last five years, though the memory still picks up on small things. Like how she remembered me. I'm sure her conscious knew that I was shot and was worried for me while Skye here doesn't have a bloody clue to as who I am." She gestured to me, using my name correctly for the first time.
"You were shot?" I asked her. "That is so cool. I think if I was ever shot I would cry really hard. Was it painful?"
"Yes, very. And you have been shot before, multiple times actually." Jemma turned to Coulson again before continuing, "How long has she been like this?"
"About half an hour now. Why?"
"Nothing. Just wondering how much longer until the side effects wear off."
"And?" Coulson asked her.
"Well it shouldn't be long before he body fights against the side effects and she starts remembering but she will still be like this for another hour or two. Though only the forgetting will wear off, unfortunately not the drowsiness or hard time with seeing. I guess we are in for a ride, right Daisy?"
"My names Skye," I corrected. Before I could scold her on getting my name wrong again though, the doors burst open and in walked a man who at the sight of, I filled with fear.
"Do you at least remember me, dear Daisy?" He asked.
I only said two words that surprised me even. "Anton Ivanov."
