Helen Cho would forever remember the day she got her soulmark and unlike those who remembered it fondly, Helen remembered the day because the words on her soulmark sent her into a panic. She went home crying about how her soulmate was going to die and because of her soulmark, she was sent into lots of first aid classes, eventually becoming a nurse then a doctor.

When she met Thor and then the Avengers later, she wondered if her soulmate would be an Avenger or perhaps a civilian that was hurt during an attack. The words 'I think I'm dying' was a source of worry for her whenever an attack occurred, so Helen made sure she always had a medic kit at hand - just in case. One might laugh, but the cradle was also one of the reasons why she had invented it.

Tony was having a huge Christmas party and had asked (see definition of blackmail) her to join them for the bash. Helen didn't, not under any circumstances, like Tony's parties. They were loud, rowdy and filled with people that were just too interested in her 'exotic' looks. She never understood the allure of her being Asian and Korean.

Director Coulson had come to participate this time. She liked Coulson, he was nice and never treated her anything less than someone of respect - unlike Tony. So when he waved her over with his fellow agent beside him, Helen obligated by making her way towards him. Unfortunately, her right heel was a little too wobbly and as she made her way towards him, it broke causing her to fall backwards - except for some apparent reason, her reflexes had made her till forward and thus landing awkwardly on her left heel and skidding towards him.

The short dark-haired girl gripped her side, shaking in silent laughter, gasping for breath. Then with stuttering breaths, she finally said, "I think I'm dying!" She waved her face, desperately trying to stop her laughter.

"Skye- I mean Daisy! Don't be rude." Coulson chided her.

"Gee. I always thought that would be said differently," Helen finally said to her soulmate several moments later.

The dark-haired girl who looked sort of mixed, blinked at her incredulously. "Wait what?"

"You know I became a doctor and invented the cradle because of your words."

Coulson glanced back and forth at them apprehensively. "Are you two… soulmates?"

"It appears so," his coworker tilted her head, letting a large grin fill her face, stretching her hand out. "Daisy Johnson, formerly Skye No-name. Sorry about the soulmark."

"Helen Cho, formerly Helen Cho." Helen took her hand. "Glad it was under better circumstances than anticipated."

Coulson coughed and cleared his throat loudly. "I'm… just going to let you guys get to it." He drained his glass and made a beeline to the waiter holding more alcohol.

They chuckled. "So may I have this dance?" Helen thumbed the dance floor.

"Only if you don't mind getting your feet stomped on." Daisy gave her a wry grin.