I watch her sleep for a while. I can remember watching other people sleep. Targets, people I was told to take out. People I had killed.

I walk out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. The flashback hits me without warning. I slam against the wall as the images flash through my head.

A woman, with dark hair, and eyes kind of like Daisy, a politician I think. Pierce gave me the order to take her out, so I did, along with her family. The screaming is splitting my head. I can see the blood and it's turning my vision red. She is pleading, begging me, but I don't. I finish my mission.

I blink, back in my house again. I am crouched on the floor. Sweat soaks my whole body and I am shivering. Breathe, and get it together.

I have a splitting headache and red spots dance in my eyes. Breathe, find control. I suck in a breath, suddenly remembering that I haven't taken one in a while. Breathe, remain in control. I can't think, my world is spinning, the floor feels as though it is falling away.

"Yo, dead guy," a voice calls from behind me. "You okay?"

I turn around, falling awkwardly to a sitting position. I see Daisy sitting up in bed, watching me through the open bedroom door. I

try to nod, but suddenly I am back in the chair, Pierce standing over me, asking me for a mission report. The women and her family are dead. He smiled, and I asked him why I had had to kill her family to. I remember the children clearer now, the little girl with the gunshot wound in her forehead, and the little boy who had looked like Steve. Pierce smiled that smile, the one without warmth, the one he would never show to the public. He leaned closer until his face was directly in front of mine.

"One day you'll understand", he said. "One day you'll see the immense impact you've made, and then you'll know the greatness we've given you."

Then he walked away as the bands on my arms and legs tightened, and the chair began to recline. My heart began to race faster and faster, my breath coming in gasps and sweat beginning to form on my hairline. The chair reached horizontal and the machine came around my head, the guard in my mouth.

It started slow, like a prick at the back of my head. Then my nerves felt as though they were full of fire. It raced through my veins, stabbing at everything it could find. The images flashed through my mind. At first I tried to focus on them, tried to remember them. But they came too fast, making me sick. My head felt as though it were going to explode, every neuron firing pain. And the pain settled in every part of my body, I was awful, I wanted to die, but it only got worse and worse until it all began to fade. Then it was gone, black and cold which was nice because I hadn't realized it but I was burning. And I was empty, alone, and confused when I opened my eyes in a shiny new cell, and Pierce smiling at me with his cold smile.

Daisy's voice brought me back. She is calling to me, to see if I am alright. I stand, leaning against the wall, still shaking and sweating profusely. The blood rushes to my head as I step forward, leaving me dizzy. I stagger to the chair by her bedside, and sink into it, my head falling to my knees.

"Are you okay?" she asks

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I lie.

"You don't look fine," she comments.

"You don't look fine either," I say. "You really shouldn't be sitting up."

I straighten up, the side effects of the flashback mostly gone. Daisy looks back at me, a fierce determination in her face. Her face is very pale, and sweat is beginning to form on her hairline from the effort of holding herself up.

"What happened?" she asks.

"Flashback," I say. She is watching me closely.

"Why are you here?" she asks.

"Why are you so nosy?" I ask, standing up. "You sleep more, and maybe, if you're lucky, we'll talk again tomorrow."

I leave the house. As I walk down the street I wonder what Steve is doing right now. What he would think of what I am doing, saving someone. This doesn't mean all is forgiven, I remind myself. Is that what I keep looking for I ask myself, forgiveness? Or is it closure? Or security? Or reassurance? Maybe deep down I just keep longing for someone to care. It's been so long since someone cared. Steve had cared. So had Rebecca.

The name stabs in my heart. Her face hadn't been at the museum. There had been a plaque, but it didn't say much. Rebecca, she had been my sister. I remember her curly brown hair and her laughing eyes. I remember pulling her braids and sneaking from her bowl of cookie dough. I remember loving her, so, so much.

I shake myself from my thoughts, because the one thing I know for sure is she's not coming back, and it hurts to think about her. Its night and everything is closed, so I break into the pharmacy, careful to not set off any alarms. I grab some pain medication and bring them back to the house.

Daisy was asleep. I regard the situation for a moment. Shaking her would cause her pain, a loud noise would be annoying, I momentarily consider a bucket of cold water, but that would be too messy. I'm deeply annoyed that this decision is causing me so much time so I just say, "Daisy."

She groans as she wakes up and regards me with sleepy eyes.

"What?" she asks, annoyed. "You told me to sleep."

"Here."

I hand her some pills and a glass of water. She takes them and then lays back down to sleep. I lay down on the couch. It's more uncomfortable than I had originally figured. I wiggle around to find a better way to lay, but it just gets more uncomfortable. Finally, I force myself to lay still, accepting the fact that I now hate the couch. I recap the day in my mind like a mission report, ending with an injured S.H.I.E.L.D. agent in my care, take that Hydra.