Asher Chase strolled through the hallway to the lab. Oliver had finished the serum. Perfect timing. Asher enjoyed perfection. Peace, order, it created a simple life, perfect to be content with. He could handle a little imperfection and disorder, roll up his sleeves, and become something more than simple to fix it.
He was capable, very capable. He could have been anything, but he had settled for a comfortable life, one that was simple, that fit into the bigger picture. He had given it up for his place, hadn't forced it, just been happy.
He couldn't understand why these people couldn't do the same. Just give it up, and fit into their place, but they couldn't, so he couldn't until they did. He couldn't destroy them, not their wills, and possibly not their bodies. But he could destroy their image. If the world decided that heroes were dangerous and evil and that they didn't need them, then Asher had done his job.
Of course Sokovia had helped.
He arrived at the lab. Gel matrix containers piled up in the corners, microscopes and petri dishes were scattered on the steel tables. Hidden behind a dark curtain in a secure containment was Asher's pride and joy. He had managed to track down the last monolith for when the world agreed with him. Captain America would not stay put in a city prison.
Oliver rushed up.
"Mr. Chase, Sir, the formula you requested is complete. The Inhuman blood worked like a dream, here you go." He handed Asher a syringe with a violet substance inside. "We are working on more."
Oliver bobbed his head of wild brown hair and rushed off again.
Asher held up the syringe to the light and smiled. His plan would have been better with the Hulk of course, but it would still work wonderfully with the heroes he had assembled.
He left for the prisoners. He had had the earthquake girl moved to a separate holding container in a secure location, he had heard her powers could get messy.
Daisy looked up when he entered. The man with the long coattails and thin mouth.
"Hello," he said. "Miss Johnson, welcome."
Daisy was handcuffed but able to move around her cell. She stood and watched him carefully.
"You don't trust me," he said. "That's alright, you don't have to. They just have to trust you. So tell me, your transition from human to Inhuman, it was quite difficult wasn't it."
Daisy was silent.
"I know you think you can say nothing at all, but that is never that case. Your silence speaks volumes. I will have what I want one way or another."
He stepped closer and grabbed her arm. Before she could react he plunged the syringe in her arm and out again, leaving the violet liquid in her arm. She stumbled backward.
"Don't worry," he said. "It's just you, the way you were meant to be seen."
Then he left.
Daisy took a breath. He gave her the creeps. She looked down at her arm. Everything seemed normal. The next few minutes passed slowly, as it did her awareness did too. She was too aware. Everything was so overwhelming, too much input to her brain. Her fingers tingled and power surged through her veins. The room began to shake. She began to panic, she couldn't control it, it was too much. But Coulson, her team was here, she couldn't let herself lose control. She slowed her breathing down and sank against the wall. She could control it, keep it at bay, but not for long.