Hello! Welcome to my third FanFiction. This will include a lot of fluff. If you're not into that, don't read!
This story takes place after Fitz is brought back to Earth from Kitson and whatnot. For the purposes of this story, Sarge and his team do not exist.
In this chapter, there will be a random, AU solo mission that Daisy goes on. Idk why I wrote it but I think you'll like it.
No warnings. Just fun.
It was flu season. And not just any flu season; it was the worst since Daisy could remember. Usually, since the team is so secluded from the outside world, they don't get sick. But this year, a newbie agent didn't know he was sick and the flu was spreading like wildfire. Jemma was the first of the "main team" to come down with it, then Yo-Yo, then Deke, then Piper, then Davis. The only people not sick were May, Fitz, and Daisy, all of which claimed they "never get sick", Daisy in particular.
The med bay was overrun with sick agents. Fitz was busy tending to them, and even Daisy and May were helping out when they could. May was the interim director while Mack was sick, so she was quite busy. That left Daisy and Fitz to care for the sick; the former insisted she was immune to illness.
"I'm just tired," Fitz told his friend, rubbing his exhausted face. "I can't seem to get a break."
"I can do the night shift," Daisy offered. "You just have to let me sleep during the day a little."
Fitz smiled at her. "You'd do that?"
She nodded. "Of course. Besides..." She put her hand on his shoulder. "...you've got a wife to worry about. I don't."
"She's getting better, though. Oh, and my grandson, too, apparently." He chuckled darkly. He stood up from the swivel chair and slapped his thighs. "I'd best be getting back to work."
"Need help?"
"No, you stay in case an issue arises. We need at least a few strong agents available around here."
Daisy side-smiled. "Thanks, Fitz."
He mock-saluted, but his eyes were weary with exhaustion. "A pleasure."
"Daisy, c'mere," came the voice of May.
"Yes?" Daisy approached the senior agent, the woman she almost thought of as a mother.
May clicked something on a computer screen, which illuminated the larger monitors on the wall above them. It was a blurry photo of a man in an alley, and something was shooting out of his hand.
"Is that..." Daisy squinted at the screen. "...water?"
May nodded. "He can shoot high-powered streams of water from his hands."
Daisy raised her eyebrows. "Inhuman?"
"We assume so. The name's Zach Porsin. He's been mugging a lot of people in Billings, Montana."
Daisy pursed her lips. "Doesn't sound like much of a crime town to me."
"That's the thing," May said. "It isn't. And Zach isn't a criminal. He was completely clean before this; he worked as a school librarian."
Daisy crossed her arms, leaning against a desk. "So why strike now?"
May shrugged. "He probably just went through terrigenesis. Maybe he wanted to try out his powers."
Daisy sat down at the desk and looked through the files which were already pulled up about this man, Zach. "This explains it," she said to May, who leaned over to see the screen. "He was broke," Daisy explained. "Lost his job."
"He probably thinks these powers are the best thing that ever happened to him," May added.
Daisy scoffed. "Such a shame he's turned to crime."
"I'd like to take him in," May said. "And when Mack gets better, he can decide what to do with him."
"Only one of us should go," she suggested. "Someone needs to stay here with the agents."
"I agree," May said. "I'll stay here. I'll send an agent to pilot a quinjet for you, just in case you need backup."
Once Daisy was ready to go, she and Agent Smith (one of the few well agents left) were on their way. Once they got to the town, Smith landed the cloaked quinjet in an open field right next to Zach's last seen location.
Daisy exited the jet and made her way to the apartment complex Zach was living in. She hit the buzzer on the front door.
"Can I help you?" came a woman's voice.
"Yes, I've come to see Zach, Zach Porsin."
"Who are you?" the voice asked. "He isn't expecting anyone."
"A distant cousin," Daisy lied as she checked to make sure the ICER was still tucked into the waistband of her pants.
"Umm...let me call him."
A few minutes later, the door clicked open. Daisy went inside and was met with a glare by the receptionist. She ignored her and made her way to the elevators, remembering that he was on floor 5.
"Five-o-seven..." Daisy said to herself as she stepped out of the elevator and examined the door numbers. Once she found room 507, she knocked.
"Is this my 'distant cousin'?" came a muffled voice from inside. The door opened to reveal a tall, lean man. He wore round, wire-rimmed glasses and a sweater-vest.
You'd never think he'd be involved in crime, Daisy thought to herself.
"Hello, Zach," Daisy said.
"Who are you?" he asked, looking her up and down anxiously.
"As I said, a distant cousin," she answered impatiently.
Zach scratched his head. "Yeah, but..." He knitted his eyebrows. "I don't think I have any, that's the thing..."
Daisy reached back and touched the ICER. "Zach, could you kindly let me inside?"
The man swallowed and nodded, stepping out of the doorway. He shut the door behind Daisy and pressed his back against it, afraid."What do you want?!"
"No need to overreact," Daisy told him, holding up her hands defensively. "I'm here to help you."
"Then who are you?!" He grabbed a bread knife from the kitchen counter and aimed it at her. "Tell me!"
"Daisy Johnson, agent of-"
"S.H.I.E.L.D.," Zach finished, cutting her off.
Daisy furrowed her brow. "How did you know that?"
He was trembling. "I knew you'd come...when I got my powers I..."
"Zach, we're here to help you. If you come cooperatively, we can negotiate a way out of this for you."
He shook his head, still aiming the knife at her. He stepped a little closer. "I...I won't come with you. I have a life here."
"That you ruined," Daisy said, eyeing the duffle bag sitting on the kitchen counter, stuffed full with dollar bills. "Zach, you can't get what you want with force. That's not how it works."
"How would you know?!" he shouted, his throat catching. "You don't have powers like me!"
Daisy scoffed. "Actually, I do." She held up her hand and quaked the knife from his hand. It wedged into the wall behind him.
Zach gaped, unsure of what to say. He sighed, putting his hands up in defeat. Daisy stepped closer to him. "I'm sorry," he said to her. "It's just...when I got my powers, I...I took the opportunity, you know?"
Daisy grabbed his duffle bag and zipped it up. "Trust me, I know how easy it is to abuse your power." She grabbed his bicep and motioned to the door. "We'll help you get through this, Zach."
He nodded sadly. "I understand."
The receptionist shot Daisy another look as the pair left the building.
Daisy fake-smiled. "Off to dinner!"
The receptionist just scowled. What does she have against me? Daisy thought.
Once they got back to the Lighthouse, Zach was put into an Inhuman containment pod. After she dealt with him, Daisy went to check on her sick friends.
"How are you feeling?" she asked Jemma as she sat on the edge of her bed.
Jemma smiled, sitting up. "A lot better." Her smile faded suddenly. "Daisy, I've told you more than once to wear a mask while you're in here, among all these ill people."
Daisy rolled her eyes. "You know I don't get sick easily. Besides, Jemma, you're the sick one."
"Well, I think I'll be out of here by tomorrow morning," she declared. "My fever has almost broken."
"Good to hear," Daisy said. She stood up. "I'm going to go check on our other sick friends. Feel better." She patted the other girl's foot underneath the blanket.
After Daisy saw Mack and Yo-Yo, she realized how tired she was. She decided to get a power nap in before she would take over on the night shift, which would start at 11.
Daisy went back to her bunk and crawled into bed. She had no idea why she was so tired, but she did notice that her stomach was not seeming to agree with her dinner. She tossed and turned, but no matter what position she laid in, she was uncomfortable. She finally decided to take a drink of water from the water bottle she kept on the floor next to her bunk. As she took a sip, she noticed that her throat ached.
"Oh, crap..." Daisy said to herself. "I think I'm getting sick."
I hope you all liked this first chapter! Please review and let me know what you think about the story. I am open to suggestions. Also, if you're new to me as an author, you should know that I am very quick to post new chapters. I know this one was sort of short but my average chapter is about 2,000 words.