Thank you all for sticking with me. I know it's a bit confusing at the moment, but that's the point. Daisy's own thoughts don't make sense; brainwashing will do that to a person.

Chapter 11

For Daisy, moving into the Avengers tower with Pepper and her dad was easy. She'd missed living at home so much, and she'd missed her family. Pepper's maternal instincts were at an all time high with the pregnancy, making it even easier for her to steal all of Daisy's heart. She'd missed those she loved so much, and nothing was better than spending time with them.

The hard bit was stopping herself from killing her father. Every time they were laughing and celebrating their easy comradely, she could see just how easy it would be to take him out. But the timing was just not right. If she acted rashly and killed her father the other Avengers would be suspicious. She needed to find a way to get them all together, but that was going to be difficult considering Thor hadn't been on earth in months. The only thing that would bring all the Avengers to her doorstep was probably a funeral, but if she killed someone they would know and basically the whole cycle repeated in her head.

So all the while she loved and hung out with her family, secretly plotting her father's death. And, much to her credit, it only crossed Daisy's mind once or twice that she probably belonged in a Shakespearean tragedy.

When her solution finally came to mind, she felt like an idiot. She'd been forgetting that she had a lot of friends who'd killed a lot of people in their lives. All she needed was some advice on how to do it, and when Natasha showed up, Daisy knew exactly what to ask.

"Nat, have you ever killed someone and made it look like an accident."

They'd never talked about her past or her violent work before, and that was why Natasha didn't suspect a thing. It was only natural that Daisy be thinking about horrible murders while on temporary trauma leave. The girl had probably been dreaming about how the Winter Soldier could have succeeded with far less trouble had he used tact instead of force. She was probably scared, which was why Natasha gave the truth.

"Yes, but it's surprisingly hard to do. Enhanced can often do it, snap a neck, leave to look like they fell, but it takes a lot of force to snap a neck, and that kind of force leaves I mark. Most poisons can be traced these days, and even if they can't everyone always suspects something when someone seemingly healthy has a heart attack. I think the best way would be to stage a car accident, but it's hard to plan those precisely enough to actually guarantee the kill. And that requires the victim to trust you enough to get in a car with them…"

"Thank you," Daisy nodded, continuing to paint her nails as if murder was normal girl talk. (And hey, for them it kind of was.)

Natasha nodded, but found herself unable to drop it like she would with anyone else. This was Daisy. The stupid teenager who she'd convinced to join S.H.I.E.L.D, and then put in danger countless times because of it. She cared about Daisy. Hell, Daisy was probably one of the few people Natasha would let herself care about, simply because the girl needed as many people caring for her a she could get.

"Daisy, you realize no one on this planet is ever safe, right? People die in car accidents every day. College students go to a party and end up overdosing. Horrible things happen to people no matter who they are."

Daisy looked at the woman, trying to get a read on her, and failing epically. Maybe Clint could read the warm-hearted, but tough as steel woman, but Daisy couldn't. "I know that. Why?"

Natasha felt a bit silly for bringing it up, and just shrugged, "I guess I'd just hate to see you resenting your old man for everything."

"You don't have to worry Nat. I love my dad. I mean of course I'm going to kill him, but I love him."

Natasha laughed at what she (and any rational person) considered a joke. "Tell me when and where Daisy, and I'll help you. You know he's been talking about making Avengers uniforms. As if we even ever get together as the Avengers. And even if we did we all have our own uniforms. We do not need matching ones."

Well her dad was certainly never going to change his look, and so Daisy tried to imagine all the Avengers in various red and gold suits. The image was just wrong. The Hulk would look like he belonged on the cover of a Christmas card. "Maybe not matching suits, but a little "A" patch on the shoulders might be cool."

"So long as it's not scarlet and on my breast I'm good."

Daisy and Natasha spent the night joking together, and in the morning the girl was still half asleep when she answered the door and found Steve there.

She suddenly blushed bright red. The last time Daisy had seen Steve she'd literally attempted to suffocate him with a kiss. She'd been desperate to feel something after recognizing the hole within her, and then Steve had been there and then she was kissing him and then trying to kill him and…

And then her dad has shown up, looking ready to murder Steve as Daisy got into the car. She hadn't seen or spoken to Steve in the week since, and suddenly they were face to face. They were face to face and Daisy had neither brushed her hair or put on a bra yet…

"Hi."

"Hi Daisy."

Steve stood awkwardly in the doorway, before Daisy suddenly remembered she was supposed to be letting him in. She moved to the side, but Steve continued to linger. Daisy finally managed a smile, "My dad's out, but Pepper is in her room sleeping. So long as my dad hasn't programmed J.A.R.V.I.S to call him should we be seen together you're fine."

"Mr. Stark did ask me to alert him should Captain Rodgers come around while he was not home," the AI chimed. "However the boyfriend override you wrote has made it so I have not yet made the call."

Daisy laughed to herself. She'd been 15 and expecting to have her first boyfriend soon when she added that little bit into J.A.R.V.I.S's code. Well, it had come in handy with Daisy's first boyfriend… just five years late.

"Come in, want some breakfast? Or coffee? I could really use some coffee."

Daisy strolled into the kitchen, and Steve followed, thinking of all the mornings of the past few months they'd done the same thing. "It's been weird you know, not driving you to the Triskelion every day. I miss it…"

Daisy missed it too, but it was probably for the better. Hadn't Daisy said that faking death by car accident could be difficult? Steve had superpowers, he might just have survived the crash Daisy surely would have planned had they ridden together. "I miss you too. I don't miss going up and down those stairs to the laundry room though."

Steve chuckled, "You always were welcome to use my machines."

There was something about the way he said it that broke Daisy's heart. Somehow he knew they were never going back to those days. And he didn't even know she had to kill him. "Yeah, well, I have certain articles of clothing I wouldn't want to have in my boyfriend's machine." Steve blushed bright red, and looked down to where Daisy's breasts sagged without a bra. "Especially my 'my boyfriend's a superhero' shirt."

Steve laughed, the awkwardness dissipating. They stood in a gentle silence for a few moments before Natasha walked in, decked out in her tactical gear. "I hate to break you two lovebirds apart, but Steve and I have a plane to Trinidad to catch."

Natasha had gotten less sleep than Daisy, the girl knew it, and yet the Black Widow looked perfect and deadly as ever. "Be careful you two. Don't let him get you killed."

"I'll take good care of him," Natasha replied, giving Daisy a quick hug before heading out. Steve went to follow, but paused. Finally he moved back towards Daisy, and cupped her face in his hand. The kiss was nothing like their last, deadly one, but sent shivers down Daisy's spine. It was like plunging into a sauna. Her body tensed, and then suddenly the heat spread, encompassing her every thought.

"Come home soon Daisy," Steve finally whispered, his breathing heavy when they finally broke apart. "I don't want to let go of the girl I love again."

Daisy blinked mindlessly, but finally settled on a soft smile. "You won't have to. I'm never going to leave you Steve, you're going to have to leave me. I love you far too much to ever go away. You'll have to die to be rid of me."