A/N: I am severely disappointed with the direction that the show has taken - to a point I have refused to watch any of season 3 and probably won't be watching any more! To me for a series to succeed it must revolve around something continually (even if it's in the background - Shield's example was Ward/May/Skye in season 1) with only one focus during the season. I feel Marvel have ruined the show by focussing on to many things at once and decimation of characters... Ward, Skye and more recently Coulson - who stooped to cold blooded murder of Ward.

I am going to finish my fanfics that are in the works, but none of my future ones will have any basis in the show.

Now I have that off my chest - it's time to find out what's so special about Shield's Rose

Skye's POV

"I want everyone in the briefing room in five minutes."

Coulson's voice reverberates around my skull, magnified by the ancient tannoy system we're using. It's not a pleasant sound to wake up to.

I pull the covers closer to me and I bury further into my bed, screwing my eyes up and hoping I could make time stop so I can stay comfy, warm and safe.

Except, I pull the covers up too far and expose my toes to the chilly air.

Knowing my delusions of security were over, I throw caution to the wind and hurl the covers away from me. Bracing myself I sit upright and glance at the clock.

5.45am

Eurgh! Even training with May I don't get up this early.

I throw on some clothes that I find on my floor, not caring if they are clean or dirty or whether they go together, and I head towards the briefing room.

I reach the door the same time as Bobbi and Hunter. By the looks of her hair, they were making up when the call came out.

"Morning." I grumble and I pass through the door, holding it for them and waiting as they do the whole 'you go first – no you go first routine' until my arm aches.

I hear water gurgling behind me and a slight drip, drip of fluid dropping into more fluid. The smell suggests that Coulson realised that he'd woken us all up and he's making it up to us by making coffee.

My nose leads my feet to the coffee pot and I let go of the door.

"Oof!" I hear Hunter mutter as the door hits him in the face. I can also hear Bobbi laughing at him. I don't care.

I need coffee.

I manage to pour myself a cup without spilling any in my sleep induced state and I walk over to the conference table. I sit at one of the chairs and take a sip of coffee. It tastes good. Hot, full of flavour and bitter. My heart sinks.

For Coulson to wake us all up and provide us with the good coffee, something must be very, very wrong.

I watch as everyone filters into the briefing room, pours a cup of coffee and takes a seat. Once they take a sip I watch as their faces come to the same realisation I have.

Coulson is the last to arrive and his expression is sombre.

"Alright! Settle down!" he commands.

All conversations stop and we turn to look at him.

"We have a problem." He explains.

"No? Really? We kinda all knew that already!"

I can't stop the words coming out of my mouth. It's like verbal diarrhoea. The fact that my voice is dripping with sarcasm doesn't help matters.

Coulson stares at me like he caught me placing a wire tap in his office.

"It's the coffee." I offer in way of explanation.

"Right. Anyway. Our UC with Ward has made contact and we now know what Ward's mission is."

I'm surprised. I didn't expect our UC to come through so quick and that makes me nervous. Ward is more careful than that.

"What is it?"

"Hydra has tasked Ward with finding Shield's Rose."

Bobbi spits coffee all over the table, dots of brown soaking into the paperwork that still littered the table from the last briefing.

"No one has ever found Shield's Rose. It's a legend. A myth." She coughed out.

"Apparently Hydra don't think so."

"What is Shield's Rose?" Fitz asks, voicing the question that was running through my mind, and from the look of confusion on everyone else's faces it wasn't just my mind that it was running through.

"Shield's Rose, also known as Peggy's Rose is a series of plans that are designed to take out Hydra for good."

"Why has no one used them?" I ask. Once it's out of my mouth, I realise it's a stupid question.

"Because no one's found them."

"Why would someone hide something like that? I mean, if there's the power to wipe out Hydra, why not use it."

"From what I've heard about the plans, they're flawed." Coulson explains.

Another question pops into the front of my mind.

"Why do Hydra want them?"

"Two reasons. To stop us finding the Rose and using it against them and to use the Rose against us."

"So you got us up at ass o'clock to tell us this?"

My attitude will get me in serious trouble some day.

"No Daisy, I got you up at ass o'clock to inform you all we're going on a trip. It turns out Ward may have located the first piece to uncover the puzzle that is the trail to the Rose."

"What is it?"

"I don't know what, but I do know where. The first piece of the puzzle is located at the Kremlin. If we can throw a spanner in Ward's plan, we might be able to beat him to it."

"How can we beat him to something when we don't even know what it is?" Fitz asks.

I want to laugh. It turns out I'm not the only one who asks stupid questions.

Coulson chuckles and surveys Fitz before answering.

"By watching him and waiting for him to take something, before creating a diversion and taking it from him."

I feel the trickle of excitement pass through me, quickly being replaced by apprehension. The way Coulson say it makes it sound easy, but if Ward's involved, it's going to be anything but easy.

"Why's it also called Peggy's Rose?" Simmons asks.

"Because the plan was devised by none other than Peggy Carter."

Coulson gives us an outline of what our plan is, but seen as though we don't have details of Ward's plan, it's kind of hard to counter it.

When Coulson finally dismisses us, I trudge back to my room, grab my towel, shampoo and body wash and head out for a shower. I know that I'm going to be getting sweaty again today, but I need to shower to wake my body up.

I turn the water on and heat it up to the temperature I think it needs to be and I drop my towel on the hook outside of the cubicle. I stick my hand into the shower to check the temperature and pull it straight back out.

I scream as the scalding water hits my skin and turn the temperature down a couple of degrees.

A few minutes later I remove the clothes I put on this morning and step into the torrent of water.

I let it flow over my skin and wet my hair so it sticks to my face. Once I feel my body begin to wake up I reach for my shampoo and squirt a little into my palm, the scent of Lavender drifting up into my nostrils.

I laugh as I realise that I should really change it, although I like the way it smells. Because I can feel the tension in the tight muscles of my head start to melt away as I rub it in with my fingers.

I stick my head back under the water and rinse out the suds. When they are gone, I repeat the process with the body wash over my entire body.

Once I feel clean and somewhat awake, I turn the shower off and I reach for my towel. I pat it over my skin, absorbing all of the water from it.

I quickly realise that I've left my suit in my room, so I'm going to have walk back to my room with nothing but a towel on. I hope to God I don't meet Hunter and his epic sense of inappropriate comments.

Luckily, I meet no one.

I get back to my room and locate my suit. It's the last place I look, or would even think to keep it.

My closet.

My suit is new and totally awesome. It fits me everywhere it should and adapts to everything I can think to put it through. There's also these gloves to protect my hands. I think Coulson told me they were bullet proof, but I really don't want to find out if that's true.

I unzip it and slide it off the hanger letting the soft leather run through my hands. I gather the leg so that I can slip it on over my foot and pull it up and over my calf to my knee. I don't manage to get it that far.

There appears to be some moisture left on my body from the shower and the leather sticks. Badly.

I yank the leg, hoping to move it an inch, but it doesn't give and I lose my balance, face planting the floor.

I'm still struggling ten minutes later when my bedroom door opens and Bobbi is stood there.

She laughs at me writhing around on the floor before leaving. She comes back minutes later with a small bottle.

"Try using this. Sprinkle it over your body and the suit'll just glide on." She tells me, handing me the bottle.

I turn it in my hand and realise it's talc. I'd seen it on Bobbi's dresser, but never wanted to ask what she used it for. I always figured it had something to do with her making up with Hunter.

Bobbi helps pull the fabric off my leg and she leaves me in peace as I smother my body in the fine powder. My skin is pasty white, but I don't care if it means I can get dressed for the mission.

I pat my hands free of dust and sit on the floor, just in case this doesn't work. I pull on leg over my foot and up to my knee and then repeat the process with the other one. Once both feet are in the suit I stand to pull the rest of it up my legs and slide my arms into the sleeves. I am surprised at how well the powder has worked and before I know it I am zipping up the front and ferreting through my closet to find my boots and gloves.

Once I am fully dressed I fasten my new weapons belt around my waist and head to the hanger where there is a jet waiting to take us to Russia. This is why we had to be up before dawn.