My world is darkness with flashes of orange and yellow behind my eyelids. My skin is over sensitive, every touch sends pain shooting sharply through my body. I am not really awake, but I can't slip away either.

I stay, my body at war with itself, and just breathe, until eventually the orange and yellow stop flashing and I finally rest. My cloudy dark vision tunnels and I see Lincoln first, walking toward me through the fog.

"You didn't mean to, I know, my love," he says. "But you did it, and now everything we hoped for, well, we never will grow old together."

The scene changes, sharpens and I'm standing in the S.H.I.E.L.D. base. May is standing in the turn of the hallway talking to someone I can't see just around the corner.

"Your daughter did this," she says, gesturing to the destruction I'd caused when I destroyed the base under Hive's control, "Will you still call her your daughter?"

I expect the man who steps out to be my father, Cal, but its not, it's Coulson.

"I wanted to believe her," he whispers. He looks up and sees me. His eyes widen. "Daisy? How could you?"

The hurt in his voice breaks my heart. May pulls a gun and points it at me.

"Stay where you are," her voice is calm and even like she's talking to a threat.

"May," I say, my hands up in surrender. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"You're a weapon," she says, "That's what you do, you hurt people."

I spin around. The rest of my team surrounds me, the smoldering base fading into the backround.

"Oh Tremors," Mack says. "I wanted to believe there was still good in you."

"There is, Mack," I plead him.

"Daisy," Jemma's voice shakes. "We could have helped you."

"How could you leave us?" Fitz voice betrays his hurt.

"I thought you were better than that." Bobbi sharpens a knife threateningly as she speaks.

"I tried!" I gasp for breath.

"You could never be a part of my team," Coulson says as he steps forward.

My dream flashes, I'm beating up Mack, kissing Hive, then fighting him and Lincoln. The dot on the monitor stops blinking, and my dream falls silent.

A meadow, beautiful with blurry edges, and Lincoln, he's sitting there, on a picnic blanket, waiting for me. I join him.

"Once upon a time, huh?" He looks at me. "If you saved me, this could have been real."

"I wanted that," I said. "I tried to stop you."

"You didn't try hard enough. You failed me." He pulls a gun and points it at me. "You deserve this." The gun goes off.

My eyes fly open. My lungs refuse to expand. My clammy hands grasp at the blankets around my neck that now feel like they are choking me. I stay like that, frozen, wanting to move, to run, to say something, to say I'm sorry. Breathing would also be nice, but I can't inhale.

Eventually my breath comes back and I force my pained lungs to rise and fall in somewhat of a rhythm. I reach up and push my sweaty hair off my forehead. My fever has broken and my body temperature is beginning to regulate again. The pain in my wounds has dulled to an ache instead of a scream, and I am beginning to feel hungry again.

All good signs. I'll be out of here soon, I think to myself. I groan as I push myself up to a sitting position. I down the glass of water left by my bedside and recline on the pillows to contemplate my next move, anything to not think about my dream, it will plague me enough later. Another hotel, more strangers. I'll carry on I guess. I'll wear my bruises and my scars. They are as scary as the gun I wear in my belt.

Maybe one day I'll return to the base that I once called home to tell someone how I met Capatin America's friend. Maybe that's how I'll repay Bucky for his kindness. Maybe that's what I'll fix that could let me live with the mistakes I've made.