Sorry this chapter is so late, life has been a little busy during break. Let me know what you think of this and comment if you want me to do a certain prompt! Thank you as always for reading my work!

-Brielle

Daisy walked into the lab, tablet in hand. She was Simmons' feet while she was grounded at the base, so she held all the scientific nonsense that Simmons needed.

"Bobbi," Daisy gasped at the sight of the tall blonde, bruised, bloody, and looking awfully ragged sitting on the lab table.

"Hey, Daisy, how are you?" She asked, smiling, even though her eyes looked tired.

"How am I doing? How are you? Are you okay?" Daisy walked over to Bobbi, her jaw open.

"Three broken ribs, twelve stitches, bruises on her larynx, and a split forehead," Simmons interrupted. "Have I missed anything?"

"A pissed-off ex-husband," Hunter growled as he entered the lab, headed straight for Bobbi.

"What happened out there?" Daisy asked, her stare bouncing between the three faces.

"Bloody Blake, that's what happened," Hunter sneered, his arms crossed defensively across his chest.

"Cassius Blake?" Daisy's voice increased slightly.

"Hunter," Bobbi scolded, eyeing him warily. "You shouldn't have said anything."

"And you shouldn't have gone after Cassius!" Daisy said. "What the hell were you thinking?!"

"I wasn't," Bobbi said, her face softening.

"The mission wasn't about going after Cassius, it was about getting information," Hunter said. "He showed up in the middle of our escape fight and Bob," he looked his ex-wife in the eyes, "Bob was just doing her job."

"You could have gotten yourself killed!" Daisy yelled, her hand slapping against her thigh in frustration. "Cassius won't hesitate to kill you, just like he did-" Daisy stopped herself immediately, guilt and pain exploding within her at the though of Gabe. She took a breath, placing a hand over her eyes before she managed to look at Bobbi.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly. "I shouldn't have yelled like that. You're an amazing agent, Bobbi. I just-I care about you."

"We care about you too," Bobbi said, reaching over and placing a hand on Daisy's shoulder. Bobbi grimaced when the pain in her abdomen screamed for attention, but she ignored it.

"That's how we felt about you when you almost got yourself killed," Simmons said to Daisy.

"I'm sorry, Bobbi," Daisy whispered, pulling her into a gentle hug. "I'm glad you're alright."

Bobbi smirked. "For the most part."

"Oh," Daisy suddenly remembered why she had come into the lab in the first place. "I have the results from your…"

"Ah, yes, my improvement for the Night-Night serum," Simmons hastily looked at the tablet. "If my theory is correct, I should be able to alter the pigment in the serum to make an invisible gas. It would be much more subtle for airborne uses." Simmons looked at Bobbi and her face neutralized slightly. "However, there are better times for these matters, and now isn't one of them." She quickly took the tablet from Daisy and placed it on the lab table.

"I'm going to go back to my bunk for a little," Bobbi said, a pained gasp escaping her lips without her wanting.

"I'll give you a hand," Daisy said, stepping forward eagerly.

"Thanks, Daisy, but I've-" Bobbi tried to slip gently off the lab table, but between the pain in her head and the agony in her abdomen, it was too much and she fell to the floor.

"Bobbi," Daisy gasped, immediately bending to aid her.

Bobbi was visibly frustrated with herself, but she took Daisy's hand and stood. She leaned heavily on Daisy's shoulder, but Daisy was strong now, stronger than she had been in a while since the incident.

"I've got you," Daisy said. "Learn from my mistake; receiving help doesn't mean you're weak, so please, let me help you," Daisy whispered.

Bobbi inhaled shakily, and closed her eyes, but she nodded.

"I'll be…ah…elsewhere, okay, Luv?" Hunter pointed over his shoulder and down the opposite hallway.

Bobbi nodded, but her face instantly scrunched in discomfort.

"Come on," Daisy said, pulling Bobbi along and out of the lab.

The two women staggered in silence for a while before Bobbi broke it.

"It's good to see you well again," she said. "Sitting around doesn't suit you."

Daisy chuckled. "It doesn't suit you, either, but you're gonna have to take it easier for your own sake."

"You know I can't sit around," Bobbi shook her head. "Jemma can't force me away from missions either because I have higher clearances than she does; she can't tell me to do anything." She laughed quietly. "But clearly, even when she tells you to do something, you ignore her."

"I know," Daisy smirked briefly before her grin faded. "But I learned my lesson from that. Because I was impatient, I had to sit out even longer than if I had just stayed put."

"I'm going to take only enough time to heal these broken ribs," Bobbi said just as her breath hitched, and her back arched slightly from the pain. "Once my breathing is fine, I'll be good to go."

"You don't want to go through rehab again," Daisy said. "Rehab is a bi-"

"Bit of a challenge for me," Bobbi interrupted with a sly grin. "Having to stay back from any and all missions was tough."

"You almost died though, Bob," Daisy said softly. "A rifle shot you through your chest from close range."

"You almost died too," Bobbi said, staring Daisy down with one of her looks.

They stopped against a wall, Bobbi breathing heavily. "How is your wound, anyway?" She said between pants.

Daisy let go of Bobbi to lift the bottom of her shirt up. The long, white scar laced with a very light pink stood out against her healthy skin. Daisy ran a hand along it, never flinching with the contact between her hand and the blemish. "All healed," she smiled.

"That's a nice one," Bobbi nodded. "You'll have that one for the rest of your life."

"Yeah," Daisy said with a sigh, but she quickly perked up and shrugged. "If that's the price I pay for being a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, then that's not too bad."

Bobbi shook her head. "You're much more optimistic than I am," she huffed. Bobbi wrapped an arm around her abdomen, the pain becoming almost too much to bear. She recalled how two years ago Ward and Agent 33 had kidnapped her and tortured her, which resulted in the almost-fatal gun shot.

If you can keep calm and focused with needles sticking out from under your fingernails, then damn it, you can get past this Bobbi, she though with determination.

She closed her eyes and slowed her breathing, focusing only on her heartbeat. It was healthy and pumping steadily. She forced the pain out of her mind, standing straighter with each passing second.

"You okay, Bobbi?" Daisy asked, a hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm good," Bobbi nodded eagerly. "Let's go."