TW: Referenced and Implied Child Abuse.
Lies — Chapter eight
Daisy stretched in the swivel-chair. Her limbs were stiff and sore from not moving for over two hours, her back hurt from being hunched over a computer. And honestly, her ass was half asleep.
Around two hours ago she had stolen Fitz's workstation in the lab to start once again, look for Lukian's family— and she was still here… with nothing.
With over twelve hours of searching in total in the past two weeks, she had found not a single dime, thread, trail, tale, whatever— you name it. Whoever HYDRA's hackers were— they were good. They erased absolutely everything about this kid. If she never met the kid personally, she would say he was a myth, a rumor, and that he didn't exist. At all. Because according to any digital trace, he didn't.
No birth records, no school grades, no parentage listed even after running his blood sample through the system (Thank you, Jemma), no medical records. And she still had no last name.
She knew she was being ridiculous, and that she could just ask.
(Again, thanks Simmons)
But the fact that she couldn't find anything on him was pissing her off.
Daisy has found a whole lot more, with so much less. Yet here she was— stuck. Even spies had more of a trail to follow than him, which was saying something. She had tried Simmons' suggestion, trying to find CCTV footage in queens back in May but the problem was she didn't have an exact date. Daisy had thought back to the date Lukian originally thought it was when she first did intake on the Zephyr, but she couldn't remember the specific date he said it was. She knew it was in May— because that was hard to forget— and she knew it was in the earlier days of the month.
So about thirty minutes ago she had texted Lincoln (Who was at the Cocoon) to see if he had remembered, during that time she had gone looking into schools he could have gone to.
Maybe the HYDRA goon had missed the preschool he attended?
Yeah, it was a long shot but she had nothing better to do. She had gone through every middle school in queens already and was now onto elementary schools. She was finding nothing but still held out hope that the HYDRA goon made at least one slip up.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket snapping her out of her thoughts, and making her jump. She always kept her phone on vibrate so she was more hyper aware of it. Daisy pulled out her phone to see a text from Lincoln.
Linc: May, fourth.
Ah! Yes! If Lincoln was actually here instead of being at the Cocoon— one again— she would kiss him. Though, she might kiss him later anyways so that wasn't saying much. Her phone buzzed again.
Linc: I only remembered because it was Star Wars day.
Daisy laughed causing a few agents to turn their heads in her direction, including Simmons (And Daisy ignored the knowing smile she had sent Daisy).
Daisy: Ah that makes complete sense as to why you remembered it then. There's no other way you would remember otherwise.
Linc: It's STAR WARS Daisy. How could you forget?
She smiled despite herself.
Daisy: Geek.
Linc: Hey don't you have very important, highly classified, extremely volatile, top brass, Shield business to do?
Daisy: Shut up sparky.
Daisy: And that' D.
Linc: You know technically I'm not talking.
Suddenly Daisy missed Lincoln. She just wished he was here instead of constantly going for tests at the Cocoon. While she knew it was necessary for him to become an agent, she still longed for him to be here. And for them to spend even more time together despite them sorta living together?
Daisy: When do you get back?
She had texted back after a minute of just imagining his smile and the way he smelled.
Linc: On the Quin-jet now. It should be around an hour.
Daisy: I'll see you then.
Linc: See you then.
Daisy put her phone down with a smile, well aware of her slightly faster heartbeat just from the text conversation. God she felt like a teenager with a crush. But it wasn't just a crush, they were maybe… not in love— yet, at least. Daisy wasn't exactly sure where she stood on that yet. She really liked Lincoln. She liked his teasing personality, she liked his— granted— terrible jokes and puns, she liked his smile, and how sweet and caring he was, how warm and comforting his presence was, and those arms were definitely a nice bonus—
"Daisy!" Simmons called out, probably for the tenth time.
Daisy jumped in the swivel-chair almost enough to send her to the floor. Thankfully she didn't.
"Hm?" Is all Daisy could muster as she was trying to hide her blush for being caught over daydreaming about Lincoln. And she could tell Jemma was trying very hard not to laugh about it too.
"You alright?" Simmons raised an eyebrow.
"Wha— Yeah, yea— No, I'm-I'm good." Daisy stuttered.
Dammit, she was a trained spy. What the hell!?
"Hmm-Hm. Sure." Simmons said with a smile. "So what were you thinking about? And who was that text from?" She asked as she arched her eyebrow even more.
Daisy glared at her pseudo sister, she knew very well the answers to those questions.
"What?" Jemma said defensively. "I'm just curious,"
"Curious my ass." Daisy muttered.
This time it was Simmons' turn to glare. "What was that?"
Daisy smiled. "Nothing,"
Simmons shook her head, still trying to hold back her grin. "So how goes the search over mystery kid?"
"Nada." Daisy sighed, her previous almost giddy (almost) mood gone. "Still got nada."
"Seriously?" Simmons furrowed her brows. "In over two hours you've found nothing? Not even a photo?"
"Not even an mention." Daisy corrected.
Simmons crossed her arms and chewed on the fingernail of one of her fingernails— Daisy immediately recognized the action to be her thinking face.
"Maybe call Dr. Buckerds?" She suggested after a minute. "He might not tell you anything but it's worth a shot. We can't exactly send him home if we have no idea where it is."
Daisy agreed on that. But that's also not why she wanted to find the kid's family, she also wanted to make sure that it was a safe environment and do a couple of background checks beforehand. As she told Dr. Buckerds, she knew the signs, and Lukian had clearly shown them.
"Yeah," Daisy agreed. "It's worth a shot. Thanks,"
Daisy turned back to Fitz's desktop and immediately started clacking away at the keyboard. Luckily she didn't have to hack too much in the classified files to get Terry Buckerds phone number. Coulson might yell at her later, but she had a good excuse.
Daisy had started pacing in adigitation as the cell phone kept ringing. He picked up after the sixth ring.
"Hello?" Dr. Buckerds voice called out over the phone. "Who is this?"
"Hey, Dr. Buckerds— It's Daisy, Agent Johnson."
"Agent Johnson," Dr. Buckerds said in recognition. "Do you need me to come in? Is something wrong?" His voice was still horse like he had just woken up.
Crap.
He was in Australia isn't he? Daisy did the math, she figured it to be six o'clock in the morning. Her stomach was immediately filled with guilt, she knew what jet lag could do to a person's sleep schedule. Hell, she lived on an airplane for almost a year where the timezone changed every three hours. Sleep was a rarity when you're jet lagged and she had just woken him up.
"You know what? Never mind. So sorry for bothering you. I'll call you back later—" Daisy motioned the phone away from her ear to hang up when Dr. Buckerds stopped her.
"No-No-No! Wait! Obviously there is a reason you called, Agent Johnson." Dr. Buckerds was silent for a few moments, she could hear shuffling on the other end of the line. "Is this a sit down on the couch type situation?"
Daisy hesitated before speaking, mostly because she knew she might get shot down— and because she still felt bad about waking him up.
"Ah— No, sorry. It's about Lukian." Daisy stated, she patiently waited for him to turn her down.
Daisy heard him sigh. "Agent Johnson," He started. "You know I am not allowed to reveal that confidential information. That is between me and the kid himself." Dr. Buckerds told her for probably the sixth time, she could tell by his voice he was starting to feel like a broken record.
"Yes, I know very well you can't tell me anything." Daisy tried to hide the bitterness in her voice.
Stupid protocols.
Daisy went on. "But, I do need your help on something."
He was silent for a few moments. "And this something…. it's about Lukian?"
"Yes," Daisy confirmed, she resumed her pacing. "I've spent over twelve hours searching everything and anything for Lukian's family, and found absolutely nothing." The clear frustration was growing in her voice. "These HYDRA guys were good, they left nothing behind. I can't even find the school he was going to before everything, let alone a birth certificate." She took a breath. "I was hoping that you could at least give me a clue— like a name he's mentioned, or really anything at all that I could trace to find some sort of string to pull. Anything. Because if I can't find his family, or where he lived— it's not like I can exactly send him home when he's ready."
The silence on his end stretched on longer than before. Daisy held her breath slightly begging in her mind that he would give her something to work with.
Dr. Buckerds sighed. "If my memory serves me right, I do recall him mentioning a Celeb Dougg once. He was an Australian."
Daisy let out a breath of relief, something— finally! She grinned. "Thank you, thank you so much, Dr. Buckerds. You have no idea how helpful that is."
"I am happy to be helpful, Agent Johnson." Dr. Buckerds said. "If you find anything, please give me a call."
"Will do," Daisy said. "Again, thank you so much. Have a good one, sir."
"You too," She heard him say before she hung up.
Daisy sighed happily as she sat back down in Fitz's chair and got to work. First she looked up the name Celeb Doug through the S.H.I.E.L.D softwares, and got a bunch of hits but none of the contenders were Australian though. She tried a bunch of combinations:
Keleb Doug.
Celeb Dug.
Keleb Dug.
And Finally:
Celeb Dougg.
And she finally got a hit that was Australian (She figured that one from his birth certificate), and better yet his current address was listed in queens.
Imagine that.
Also... seriously two G's, really?
Anyways getting back to work, Daisy's fingers were flying over the keyboard as she hacked into Celeb Dougg's file. It was a little more protected than normal, which made Daisy worry until she finally got into his file and realized he was a police detective for the NYPD— 99th precinct. Daisy opened up a picture of him, he had black scruffy hair, was dark skinned, brown eyes, and a warm genuine smile.
His smile immediately reminded her of Trip, it was so big and true that made you want to be friends with him instantly. Daisy felt a pang in her chest at the thought of Trip. It felt like it happened so long ago, yet it had only been a year. A year since he sacrificed himself for her.
Daisy breathed in a deep breath, and told herself to get back to work.
After looking back into his file, she found a home address, birth certificate, and a small amount of information on him that told her a good amount about him. He was single (Not married), no kids, and seemed to be a dedicated detective by the amount of cases he's solved over the years and the few metals he's gotten.
Daisy switched over to Facebook— you could find a lot about who a person was just by checking their social media. She found Celeb Dougg's account and quickly found out that he did have a girlfriend who was almost in every post he uploaded. And in almost every other photo his girlfriend was in, there were also two other kids as well.
Which took Daisy by surprise, but she smiled nonetheless at how the string kept on pulling. She was finally getting somewhere.
While the kids looked happy, as she kept scrolling down their smiles became a little less in each photo. Clearly something had happened, she noted.
Daisy did facial recognition on the woman first.
Leona Halloway.
Went to S.C.A.D University in Georgia, lives in queens, mother of two, and divorced. Leona was a pale woman in her mid forties, dirty blonde hair, many freckles, and a sweet smile. She is a freelance worker with her own website as an interior designer.
Now onto the two kids.
Daisy started with the girl who was much older than her brother and was at least in her teens. After hacking into her file that popped up in the facial recognition software, Daisy learned she was fourteen and attended a high school that was a block away from where she lived. The girl's name was Anika, and she was a splitting image of Leona. Anika played on the varsity soccer team for her school and in a club team too.
Daisy knew it could be a stretch, but the possible connection between Ankia and Lukian could be sports. Daisy knew Lukian played baseball for his school after he had mentioned it like forty times. It was a long shot, but a theory— she kept it pinned for now as she wrote down Anika Halloway's name next to her mother's, and Celeb Dougg's in a notebook next to her. Probably Fitz's.
(Sorry Fitz)
Daisy ran the little boy through facial recognition as well and opened his file. His name was Kye, he was six years old and went to Jackson Ave Elementary. Unlike his sister, he had a tanner complexion than his mom and sister and had light blonde hair.
Daisy wasn't gonna say it, but this kid resembled Lukian a decent amount, enough to be related. They had the exact same chin, hair color and their skin tones were pretty close— with Lukian being a little bit more tan. There definitely could be a deeper connection there.
Maybe the connection wasn't through sports, maybe they were siblings. Daisy thought back to the fading smiles in the Facebook photos. Clearly something had happened, she noted— Yeah, something had happened.
Something like their brother disappearing in thin air.
Daisy quickly flipped back to the Facebook page, after a brilliant idea popped in her head. She started scrolling at inhuman speed (heh), all the way back to before May, fourth. She scrolled so fast that she couldn't even register the previous posts as they flew by the screen.
Eventually she found what she was looking for.
A nice family photo at City Field, April third, opening day it seemed. In the photo was: Leona, Anika, Kye, and last but not least— Lukian.
Aha!
Take that you fucking Nazi!
This HYDRA goon may have been good, but nobody was perfect. And well, Daisy Johnson was just better. A whole lot better. Hey, it only took twelve— she looked at the clock— thirteen hours, but she had done it. She found Lukian's family, and last name.
After getting over her initial excitement and relief of finally finishing her job, Daisy stared at the photo in front of her. They were all grinning— Lukian a little more than everyone else. She could see every glimmer of excitement in his eyes. The little boy, Kye, was attached to Lukian's side— probably squeezing the air right out of him— and was smiling up at the older boy. Anika was on the other side of Lukian and right next to their mother. They were all standing in front of the giant apple right outside the stadium. Celeb wasn't in this photo, he was probably one taking it.
Daisy gazed at the photo a few more seconds, before mindlessly scrolling up back to the more recent photos— just soaking in how happy Lukian seemed. She couldn't help but be a little confused. They all looked like a happy family, Lukian looked happy— no, he looked ecstatic in that last photo. And neither Leona, nor Celeb looked like they could hurt a fly, let alone a child. But Daisy knew looks can be deceiving, she knew that from her own exper—
Daisy's entire body went rigid at the sight of the Facebook post that was now in front of her.
It was a missing person's ad, for Lukian.
Lukian's smiling picture filled the screen. It looked like a school picture from a year back or-so judging by his slightly younger face.
But that's not what made her freeze.
It was the name.
It wasn't Lukian Halloway.
It wasn't even Lukian.
The missing persons report was for a Kelly Clements.
Daisy's mind seemed to stop working as she stared into the eyes of the kid who she seemed to grow fond of in the past two weeks. The same exact kid who has seemed to have lied to her. Right to her face. And she believed it.
"So, what's your name, kid?"
"Luk-Lukian." The kid stuttered.
"That's a pretty cool name." Lincoln said. The kid came close to smiling, but his nerves still overruled him. Daisy typed it in.
She believed his lie.
She was a trained fucking spy and she got tripped by a thirteen year old. How pathetic is th—
Wait.
Was he even thirteen?
He looked way— too small to actually be thirteen. She remembered thinking he was ten when she first saw him, with eleven pushing it. Could he have lied about that too? What else did he lie abou—
A frantic beeping sound cut through Daisy's shock, she quickly closed all the tabs on Fitz's computer not even bothering trying to erase her presence in those people's files. She scratched out Halloway in the kid's names and wrote Clements instead, the mother was divorced after all. Then she added another name to her list, Kelly Clements.
The boy full of lies.
Apparently.
Daisy pushed all of her previous thoughts out her head and glanced around the lab to see what the cause of the beeping was. Simmons ran right up to her with a worrying expression.
"It's Lukian,"
(That's not his name…)
For fucks sake...
Daisy immediately stood up and started to run down to the containment module. Completely ignoring Simmons calls of her name as she ran after her. Daisy calculated the fastest route to Lukian's containment pod, Coulson's secret elevator would be her best bet. She came to a halt inside the elevator and quickly pressed the lowest floor button without second thought.
But just as the doors were about to close a pasty slender hand shot out between them causing the doors to open up again. She was met face to face with Jemma Simmons. And to her credit she wasn't out of breath at all. Jemma stepped into the elevator with her alarming tablet and glared at Daisy.
Daisy wasn't gonna say it but Simmons' glare almost resembled May's, it was scary.
"Oh, thanks for waiting, Daisy." Simmons said, sarcasm dripping in her voice as the door automatically closed again. The vibrations of the elevator heading down hummed loudly in Daisy's mind, but she had more important things floating around in there right now.
Daisy smiled. "Oh, no problem, Simmons." She replied with the same amount of sarcasm. She knew Simmons wasn't mad at her, probably more frustrated that she just ran off and didn't wait.
Simmons' raised an eyebrow (Again, so much like May). "So are you going to tell me why you just took off before I even explained what the problem was?"
"Uhhh—" Is all Daisy couldn't get out. She honestly didn't have a reason, she really didn't know why. Maybe it was to confront the kid who lied to her?
(And you bought it…)
Shush!
Jemma's face softened. "Okay, how about telling me what spooked you out so much before the alarm went off? You suddenly stiffened and went pale as a sheet. What did you find?"
"I— I really don't know." She lied. She didn't want to tell anyone just yet, not until she found more information. "I ha—"
The elevator dinged much to Daisy's relief saving her from saying anymore.
When the doors opened the pair shot out of the elevator heading directly to Lukian's containment room. Daisy glanced at Simmons who was one or a half step behind her.
"What is the problem?" Daisy inquired as she realized (After Simmons told her), she actually had no idea what was wrong.
Jemma took a breath. "His pulse is skyrocketing and he's creating an out-of-control cyclone in his room, and if he doesn't stop soon he's going to crash."
"Oh, so, I was right to just take off then?" Daisy teased as they reached his room.
Simmons rolled her eyes, then they snapped to the tablet that had started to slow it's beeping. Daisy took it as a good sign as she typed in the passcode, Simmons' face said otherwise.
"He just passed out."
Oh, so it definitely wasn't a good sign.
The panel blinked green and the door slid open, immediately Daisy and Simmons was hit with one of the strong wind blasts from the remains of the tornado. They used the door frame as support to push themselves into the room, from there it was pretty easy to advance forward. The room was a mess, the few clothes that they got for him were everywhere, the note pad had basically been ripped to shreds, the sheets were torn off the bed now lying on the couch, and his pillow had flown out the door when they opened it.
Daisy spotted the fallen unconscious teen right at the foot of the bed on the floor, it was lucky he didn't hit his head on the bench as he collapsed. Simmons immediately rushed over to him— with speed that rivaled Daisy's when she took off.
Both Lukian's nose and ears had blood running down from them. Daisy understood the nose part, but the ears just made no sense. Even when he was on the Quin-jet his ears didn't bleed. So why now? Was it because he was actually using his power this time? Still, that didn't happen when she held open the monolith… then again, while their powers while we're similar in many ways— they also were different nonetheless.
Simmons had pulled out the med-kit that was hidden away somewhere in the room and started wiping the blood from the boy's nose as she sat him up against the bench.
Daisy crouched down in front of Lukian and put a hand to his chest shaking him awake.
"Lukian, come on— wake up kid."
Simmons sighed. "He's out cold, and let him rest a bit— it looks like he needs it." She said, looking pointingly at the bags that were resting under his eyes. Daisy had noticed it earlier today but didn't say anything about it.
"I would say help me put him on the bed but I don't want to stain the white sheets considering his nose is still dripping." Simmons explained as she dapped a napkin to his nose.
Daisy looked at the spotless white bed and hummed in agreement. Why did they pick a whole white theme? What were they thinking? She grabbed another napkin from the med-kit.
"Do you know why his ears are bleeding?" Daisy inquired as she started cleaning up his ears as well.
"I have a theory, but it doesn't fully make sense with the circumstances." Simmons said. "After he woke up from knocking himself out in the Quin-jet, he said he heard a—"
"—White noise." Daisy finished for her, she knew this. They were literally talking about it today during training. "It— It's the air currents— or whatever, around him."
"The air-molecules movements…" Simmons said, the look in her eyes showed she was millions of miles away probably thinking of the implications of how that would work. "That's genius."
"It's similar to the hum I hear with my own powers, the sound is so we can control it. Yet he seems to be much more sensitive to it than I am." Daisy explained, now moving to clean the kid's left ear.
"I'm sorry, what?" Simmons looked at Daisy, confusion written on her face. "Humming?"
And that's when Daisy realized she never got around to telling Simmons all about her powers, because first there was Ward around and well… it's Ward. Then she was so worried about Lincoln and his unconscious state and his heart stopping (that had been terrifying). Then, Daisy herself was a blind idiot who joined her mother's side— despite her clearly being the enemy and staging the whole thing. And then after all that has happened: Jiayang dying at her father's hand, Coulson losing his hand, May actually going away on vacation (that's probably the most surprising thing that's happened)— after all of that…
Simmons was then kidnapped by a rock to another planet and they only just got her back and things were just as crazy as when she left.
Daisy has barely had a minute to just talk with Jemma, to just relax. Sure these past two weeks have been pretty chill— well as chill as things can be at S.H.I.E.L.D— but Daisy was still pretty busy. With trying to help the inhumans, trying to find more Inhumans before they get taken by HYDRA, finding Lukian's family (She wasn't going to think about the outcome of that right now), and now training Lukian. Daisy had her plate full most of the day, though there was that one day last week where they just relaxed, played Mario-Kart and ate Pizza.
Other than that everything has been a madhouse.
Another crazy day at S.H.I. , right?
"What humming?" Simmons inquired again, knocking Daisy out of whatever gaze she suddenly got lost into.
"Oh, okay— umm…" Daisy stuttered. "I realized I never actually got to tell you about my powers— and how they work." It may have been a little off topic, but it's not like they could do anything else in the current moment.
Simmons' eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas and looked expectantly at Daisy. Man, Daisy missed her friend so much.
"Right, so, I can hear everything that's vibrating in this room. The bed, the bench, the med-kit. Usually I'd also feel the vibrations in the floor if we weren't in a containment room." Daisy explained.
"Fascinating," Jemma breathed.
"Yeah," Daisy agreed. "I also absorb those vibrations and can store them in me— not permanently, that's when my bones start to crack if not done right. But long enough for me to save it for a little while then release it at a bad guy— or-or something. Also when I'm scared or nervous— sometimes, if I don't have the proper control, I absorb the vibrations by accident. Like when I first got my powers I didn't know what to do with it, or what it even was, so, I tried to get rid of the feeling then that led to the earthquakes… and you know the rest."
Simmons' eyes were wide as she took in this new information. "That's incredible…"
And that's when a soft groan pulled them back to the current situation.
Daisy's head snapped to the source of the sound, at first her eyes glowed with anger at him lying to her— but then she realized now was not the time. Lukian's hand had instinctively got to his head, which was probably throbbing. Daisy helped him sit up properly.
"Ugh— What did I do now?" Lukian questioned as he rubbed his forehead.
"Well judging by the barometer we put in the room you created a cyclone of the intensity of an EF1 tornado. It was a miracle you were the only one in here, otherwise you probably would have k—injure, injured them." Simmons stuttered at that last part after realizing she was talking to a child. Lukian didn't seem to notice anyways though as he closed his eyes again and rubbed his forehead.
"You alright?" Daisy asked worriedly.
"I'm fine," Lukian replied automatically as he opened his eyes again then just stared blankly at Simmons. "I'm from queens," He started. "I have no clue what an EF1 tornado is,"
"Right, well, tornadoes are usually categorized on a one to-five-scale, just like hurricanes and The Saffir-Simpson wind scale to determine a storm's strength, or The Richter scale measures the magnitude of the earthquake." She involuntarily glanced at Daisy for a moment. "The Enhanced Fujita Scale is what organizes the intensity of a tornado judging by the wind speeds. For example you're cyclone a few minutes ago had ninety-nine mile-per-hour winds categorizing it as an EF1 tornado, which is usually in the range of eighty-four to hundred and ten mile-per-hour wind speeds." Simmons thoroughly explained with a smile.
And to Lukian's credit, he didn't seem bored or like he zoned out five minutes like Daisy would have two years ago (God, had it already been two years?). He actually looked interested, which was good considering they were talking about tornadoes and wind speeds. It'd probably be best if he learned about that sort of thing.
"Did you— get any of that?" Simmons asked.
Daisy could tell now she was slightly embarrassed to just go rambling on like that like she wasn't talking to a middle schooler.
Lukian nodded slowly anyways. "Yeah… I just made a strong enough tornado to be put up on a scale and compared the intensity of it to an actual tornado— all while throwing a tennis ball at the wall because I was bored."
"I can give you a racket next time," Daisy suggested, hoping to bring up his now low mood. She knew the feeling of being terrified of your own power, she wished he would never get to that point— yet she knew it was only inevitable.
"Ah yes, because that will be the deciding factor." Lukian remarked with an eye roll.
"Hey, you never know."
Lukian glared at her for three seconds before breaking up into a small laugher.
"Well it's nice to know you're feeling better, Lukian." Simmons said with a smile. "Now I highly recommend some rest and for you to build your metabolism back up. I'll bring down an orange for you and retrieve your pillow from the hall."
Lukian's brow furrowed asking the silent question.
"It flew out of the room when we entered like a kernel in a popcorn pot." Daisy explained.
"Oh,"
"I will be right back," Simmons announced as she got up. "Daisy if you could put this back under the bench for me please."
Daisy nodded and waited for Simmons to leave before asking...
"Hey, how are you?" Daisy questioned. "Really,"
"I'm fine."
"Lukian," Daisy glared at him for a moment before softening your gaze. "Obviously something caused the tornado. Something you were thinking about, and if it was big enough to be an EF1 tornado then it couldn't have been good."
"It was nothing, I swear." Lukian looked at her. "I was just throwing the ball and the tornado started, then I couldn't get it to stop— got more panicked, the tornado grew, then I passed out. I have no idea what happened."
Daisy didn't believe that.
The look in his eyes was sincere, but she now knew he was a talented liar. A good enough liar to trick a whole bunch of spies. And she knew how these types of powers worked, they were triggered by something. Either it was a strong emotion, or you had enough control to do it on purpose— and Lukian wasn't there yet. But she ignored it for now, she'll deal with Lukian lying later.
Daisy pushed herself off the floor. "Come on, let's clean this room."
"Unlike yours?"
Daisy glared at the kid before muttering. "I'm so going to kill Mack for that."
The information Daisy scrounged up about eight minutes ago did not leave her mind, not even for a moment. But she played it off as nothing was wrong, and as she didn't find on-the-cusp betrayal information, which she totally did.