Asher left the room with Natasha in it and crossed to another one identical to the first, except Coulson was waiting there. He sat down across from Coulson.

Asher mentally reviewed what he knew about the man. He was glad he had waited until everything was in order to set his plan into motion. It had taken two spies in S.H.I.E.L.D,. one in Hydra, a hacker, and a lot of money, because as it turned out agents were easily bought. It had been hard to wait, but right now Asher knew it had been worth it.

"Agent," Asher said. "I have to admit to you what an absolute honor it is to meet you."

Coulson raised an eyebrow. "If it was a meeting you wanted, I'm sure we could have set something up, but this seems a little dramatic."

"It's not everyday one meets a good man in this business," Asher continued. "You're so relatable to the public. It's a shame you have to be caught up in this. It could ruin your image."

"Was there something you wanted to ask me?" Coulson asked. "I'm all ears."

"I want you to tell me how you died, and why it is that you are not dead anymore. I'm sure it is a very interesting story." Guards rolled in a camera and set it up across from Coulson.

"I was critically injured just before the battle of New York. Fortunately for me I was transported to a hospital and lived to tell the tale. I never died, that's just a rumor."

A guard knocked on the door. He peeked through the door, his mask hanging around his neck.

"Hey boss, those reporters are getting pretty restless," he reported, and left.

"Reporters?" Coulson asked. "What, are we not interesting enough for you?"

"Why is it that you remained at S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Coulson took a moment and contemplated his answer. "The people. We're a family, we don't give up on each other. The big buildings and secret bases are fun and all that but when it comes down to it S.H.I.E.L.D. was never a place, or even a person. It was an idea, and it continues through my agents. Loyalty, bravery, sacrifice, friendship, love, hope. My agents inspire me everyday. Inspires the good we could do for this world. What inspires you? Mr..." Coulson trailed off, realizing he didn't have a name.

"Asher, Asher Chase," Asher supplied. "Mr. Chase, what is your inspiration?"

Coulson leaned forward. "Peace, a place for everything, safety, the ability to trust. I am sure your agents as wonderful as they are don't trust many people."

"You, my friend are a dreamer."

Coulson smiled. "But do you honestly believe that we don't want that?"

"As powerful as you are, shouldn't you have achieved it already?"

"It's not that simple. It sounds good, and it is until someone gets a gun and brings it to a school, or a store, or a plane. Until someone isn't satisfied being ordinary and goes digging into stuff they shouldn't. Then what?"

"Then we solve it together, it would make us stronger."

"So what do you want from me?" Coulson leaned forward.

"I hear that the story of your resurrection is not a very humane one. I think that for the world to decide who to trust they need the whole story. What do you think?"

"I agree that they should know any stories that are important to their safety, at an appropriate time. That story is not one of them. And even if it was everything that happened has been taken care off. You're a little late to the party."

"What happened here is of little consequence to what happens out there," Asher said. His voice held anger. "So you can tell me what happened, or the story will probably come out later, from someone else who doesn't care who is hurt along the way."

"Are you threatening me?" Coulson asked, unconcerned.

"I, yes," Asher leaned back. "Yes I absolutely am." He stood up and left to meet his reporters, to meet his future.

Daisy was pretty sure she had day-dreamed this event before joining S.H.I.E.L.D., maybe even during her time as an agent, in a car with Captain America, and he may or may not have kissed her. Except this was boring, and her team was in danger, and she was hurt. But other than that, exactly the same.

For as boring as it was through, Steve was good company, and the silences aren't awkward, so that was a plus.

"20 minutes," Daisy informed.

"Roger," Steve squinted out the window. The sun was beginning to set.

"Should we begin our perfectly formulated plan?"

He looked over at her, an amused look on this face. "Yeah, let's do that."

They left the car and joined the agitated pack of reporters and camera men waiting. As they did the big compound door opened and Asher himself walked out, his long coat tails flying behind him in the slight wind.

"Do you think he got the idea for the coat from Fury?" Daisy whispered to Steve. He hid his grin.

"Hello, hi, how are you all. Thank you for coming out. I promise you are not wasting your time. If you'd like to come inside we'll be starting in a minute."

He retreated back inside and the crowd followed him. Daisy and Steve followed, losing themselves in the rush. Inside was dark and dank.

"Split up now or wait to see what happens?" Daisy whispered.

Before Steve could answer, the room began to shake. He looked at her sharply.

"It's not me."

Red wispy smoke began to curl around the corners.

"Wanda," Steve breathed. "You think they gave her the same stuff they gave you?"

"It's possible," Daisy replied.

"Do you have anyone on your team with powers?" Steve asked hurriedly.

"No, just me," Daisy said.

"Let's split up," Steve said, then hesitated, looking down at Daisy.

She huffed. "I can take care of myself," she said, and brushed away down a hallway.

Steve took the other. Daisy crept along. The hallway kept getting smaller and she was beginning to think that she should have picked the other one. It was a dead end, however at the end there were two doors one of which voice could be heard from.

She stood with her back to the door that had voices and gently pushed the door a crack open. Monitors and about two guards laughing about a football game. She took another step, still undetected.

She burst through the door, and shoved the first guard's head into the monitors in front of him, kicking the gun out of his hand. She used the momentum from the kick to swing her body around and use her other foot to kick him in the stomach, sending him into a wall.

"Yeah," she said to herself, nodding. "I can take care of myself."

She used handcuffs she found on the guards to cuff then to each other, then to a chair. She settled herself at the desk and clicked through the monitors. She found surveillance of her team in cells and some other people, some of whom she recognized as superheroes.

The guard behind her groaned. She was about to knock him out again when the phone rang. Daisy grabbed it and pointed a gun from the table in front of her in the man's face.

"You are going to answer the phone. You will act normal, and tell whoever is calling that everything is fine. Or I will shoot you and your friend. Got it?" she asked in her toughest voice.

The guard swallowed and nodded. Daisy clicked the phone on and a sandpapery voice rang through. "Part E is in motion. All good so far?"

Daisy pushed the gun into the guard's head and raised her eyebrows.

"All good here," he said.

Daisy awarded him with a smile.

"Let me know if anything changes."

"Will do." The call ended.

"Good," Daisy praised. "What is part E?"

The guard hesitated. Daisy pointed the gun at the other unconscious guard. "Tell me or he gets it."

"It means that Wanda Maximoff has been injected with the Invoke serum."

"The Invoke serum, is that what Asher gave me?" The guard nodded.

"How do you reverse the effects?" Daisy asked.

"There is another serum called Cease that would reverse the effect."

"That's not what happened to me."

"You regenerate fast so maybe that has something to do with it, but if you were to be injected again you would have no immune system for it and it will overcome you. Wanda has no such fast healing or immunity and she doesn't use her powers the way you do so she will need Cease."

"Okay, fun. So the plan is to get have heroes lose control of their powers and the reporters are going to spread the word?"

The guard nodded. Daisy looked back at the monitors. She found the screen with the prisoners in a big cage. She found another screen with Wanda in it. The room was clouded with smoke. As Daisy watched the feed clouded over and the screen cracked.