AN: Bonjour mes amis, c'est petite moi. So, I'm very excited to be headed to NYCC tomorrow. I'm meeting both Stan Lee and the cast of The Walking Dead. I hope you enjoy this little snippet of the story.
"Daisy! Daisy! Daisy! Damn it," May cursed and threw her phone on the nearby bed. She limped over to the bedroom, she pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a tank top.
"I'm guessing Dominoes in trouble," Natasha said, May glanced over and nodded.
"There were sirens and I heard the Director's voice," May told her as she pulled on the tank top. She then grabbed the phone from where she had thrown it and frantically dialed Coulson's number.
"Who are you calling?" Natasha asked, not recognizing the number that May had dialed.
"It's Coulson's new number. He got a new one when he died," May explained as she listened to the dialing noise.
"Agent Coulson speaking," Coulson's voice answered the phone.
"Coulson, it's May. I think Daisy is in trouble," May told Coulson rapidly. "I was on the phone with her when there was the sound of sirens. Then I heard the Director's voice."
"Well, that's news to me," Coulson admitted. "I hadn't heard about a team going in. Are you sure it was the Director?"
"Phil, I'm positive. It was his voice," May told him sharply. "Would I call if I wasn't?"
"I'll into it," Coulson promised. "I'll have to do it quietly and discreetly, but I'll call you as soon as I have any information."
"Thank you, Phil," May thanked Coulson and hung up the phone.
"So, what's Phil going to do?" Natasha asked as May sighed and laid down on the bed.
"He's going to look into it," May said. "I'm guessing he'll probably bring the rest of my old team in on it."
"Do you think they'll find anything?" Natasha asked. May sighed and thought for a second, before responding.
"I think if anyone can find out what happened, it's them."
Coulson hung up the phone and looked around at the people milling about the hangar. No one seemed to be close enough to him to hear him. He scanned the area for Mack. He needed to fill his people in on the news he had just heard. Finally, Coulson spotted Mach near the jet, he seemed to be checking the mechanics of the cargo bay.
"Mack," Coulson called out to the mechanic. Who turned and looked expectantly as him. "We need to talk⦠in private."
"Of course," Mack said and motioned towards the bathroom.
Mack and Coulson both walked into the bathroom. Then standing by the sinks waited for the room to empty out.
"So, I'm assuming you talked to May," Mack said. Coulson nodded and turned on one of the faucets to better mask the sound of their conversation from any lingering ears.
"I did, she said that she got a call from a certain friend of ours," Coulson said, when Mack raised his eyebrows he elaborated. "Daisy. May talked to Daisy on the phone and towards the end of their conversation May heard sirens. Before the line went dead May heard the director's voice."
"Director as in Director of SHIELD?" Mack asked, and Coulson nodded. "Why would the Director abduct Daisy but not inform us?"
"I don't know, but between the Director forcing May to leave and this I highly doubt that the Director is up to anything good," Coulson concluded and Mack nodded. It wasn't shaping up well for Director Mace.
"So, what are we going to do about it?" Mack asked Coulson still seeming a little suspicious.
"I'm thinking we do a bit of digging, then we decide what to do," Coulson said, he tuned off the water and then walked out of the room.
Daisy paced the white confinement room. She tried to use her powers to throw the bed against the door. But that ended up only blocking the door entirely. Then, they had taken the bed from the room altogether.
"Daisy Johnson, aka Quake," Director Mace drawled out slowly as he entered the room. "You have no idea the trouble I've gone through to get to you."
"What do you want?" Daisy asked cutting chase and getting straight to the point.
"I don't want anything from you. Not really," Mace said seriously, if she was in a different situation Daisy might have liked his no bullshit attitude. "I mostly just wanted you off the streets."
"Why?" Daisy demanded. Mace walked around to lean against the wall.
"Well, you've been screwing up many of my organization's investigations," Mace told her. "We get to the crime scene and find that you have somehow contaminated the evidence. Or we are chasing an inhuman and you suddenly whisk them away from us."
"I was helping them," Daisy spat out. "Do you really think that throwing them into your tiny box is going to help? What I do is help them to control their powers? Can you honestly say that anything SHIELD does help those people adjust to the changes their body is undergoing?"
"We don't need to be helping them. We need to be keeping everyone else safe," Mace responded, spittle flying from his lips as he spoke.
"I can't believe that you just said that," Daisy exclaimed. "You are the head of an organization that is devoted to helping powered people while protecting normal people. How did you get this job if you only believe in some of its ideals?"
"Same way I get everything," Mace said, then he stood and walked to the door of the cell containment block.
AN: So I hope you all enjoyed that chapter. I'm trying to include as many parts as possible. Although, I think next chapter is going to be much more May-centric. The next update will most likely be on Sunday night. Like I said before, I'm going into New York Comic Con tomorrow, so I won't have time to get any writing done.
