A/N: I'm sorry if Jemma is a little OOC (I don't know much about her), but I hope you still enjoy the story. And FitzSimmons were never dropped in the ocean. A lot of things in this story are different from the show. If you have any questions just pm me and I can explain in more detail.
Jemma walked into her house and sat down in the kitchen. The first thing she planned to do was call Director Coulson to give a report and get an update on how she was to proceed after the last mission. She took out her Shield issued phone to make the call. After the first ring, Coulson picked up.
"Agent Simmons," he stated. "I'm glad to hear you're okay after the run in on the Maribel Del Mar. We didn't expect Hydra to position you in the field on such short notice."
"I believe they were testing my loyalties sir," Jemma explained. "I suspect that my cover has been maintained, thanks to Trip. I don't however, appreciate your agents shooting at me. If it hadn't been for Daisy, I probably would have been hit. Although, I don't remember her actually pushing me do—"
"She's the enhanced that May and Trip described," Coulson interrupted. "Simmons, what do you know about her?"
"Well sir, her name is Daisy Johnson. I'm pretty sure she is an agent for hire, but she told me that she has a handler? And she wasn't intimidated by Mr. Bakshi at all. In fact, she was rather outspoken and very observant. I also noticed her powers resemble that of a telekinetic, but I can't be sure without further observation," Jemma reported.
"I'm pulling you out of the field. We need to track this girl down and categorize her threat level to Shield. If she really is just a mercenary, then we might be able to convince her to stay away from Hydra. She could possibly be an asset and we are going to need all the help we can get."
"Yes sir. How would you like me to proceed?"
"If Hydra really is gathering enhanced individuals, then I don't want you in the center of it without backup. Report back to the Playground immediately."
"Yes sir. If you could refrain from telling Fitz that I'm coming back. I would like to surprise him."
"Of course Jemma. We'll see you soon," Coulson says before he hangs up.
Jemma sets down her phone and takes in a shaky breath. She's worried about how Fitz will react to her return. He knew she left for an undercover assignment at Hydra, but he was never brought in on any of the details. Only Coulson and May knew the specifics of her assignment. Jemma realized that she shouldn't be worried, but she couldn't help it. It had been a couple months since she'd seen Fitz.
Rather than continue to get stuck in her thoughts, Jemma stands up to pack her bags.
Daisy parks her van in an empty lot about seven blocks from the train that she plans to take to NYC. She quickly crawls into the back of her van and grabs her backpack, opening it up. Then Daisy snatches her laptop from it's shelf and shoves it into her bag. Slowly, she slides open the van door and peeks out to make sure no one is there. Once the coast is clear, Daisy starts walking.
It's late in the evening by now and Daisy is only a couple blocks away from the train station. She is wearing a dark pair of skinny jeans, combat boots, and a grey knitted long-sleeve under a black leather jacket. She's keeping her head down and avoiding eye contact with people when suddenly, someone grabs her arm and pulls her into a nearby alley.
Daisy turns immediately and looks at the figure.
"Back off Ward," she says defensively. Ward puts his hands up slowly to try and show her that he isn't a threat.
"I just want to talk," he assures her. "The whole agency is after you. Whitehall isn't happy that his asset has run away."
"I'm not his asset," Daisy snaps. "I'm a person; I'm not his personal project. Go back to your little hole and tell Hydra to back off."
"You know I can't do that Daisy," Ward commands as he pulls an Icer out of his holster and aims it at her. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way, but I need to bring you in."
"Good luck with that," she scoffs. Daisy promptly uses her powers to disable the Icer, causing Ward to drop it and storm towards her.
Daisy tosses her bag to the side and raises her fists just in time to block a punch that was aimed at her head. Before she even had a chance to react with a hit of her own, Ward had slammed his hand into her ribs and then her face. Daisy winced and tasted blood once her tongue touched her cracked lip. She instantly spun around, using the momentum to repel Ward back as her foot collided with his chest. He stumbled backwards, reeling from the kick, before he regained his strength and stood straight, raising his fists once again.
Ward rushed forwards; both he and Daisy sending and blocking punches until Ward got in a lucky hit. He seemed almost pleased as his knuckles connected with Daisy's face, splitting the skin over her cheekbone. She fell to the ground from the force of the blow and landed on her arm, ears ringing. Pain immediately shooting up through her limb. Daisy barely had any time to take a breath before Ward kicked her side, rolling her onto her back.
"I thought we trained you better," he declared while he kicked her again. Daisy moaned in discomfort. She was avoiding using her powers to prevent overuse— something she learned the hard way at Hydra— especially since she didn't bring her gauntlets. But it was clear that Ward outmatched her in skill, so her powers were her only choice. She held her fractured arm close to her chest and used her other arm to blast him into the alley wall. He hit his head with a sickening crack and fell limp at the base of the brick surface.
Still holding her left arm to her chest, Daisy pulled herself to her feet. She steadily edged over to her backpack, picked it up, and slung it over her right shoulder. She stumbled out of the alley, using the walls of the downtown buildings for support as she slowly made her way towards the train station.
Daisy didn't run into anymore Hydra agents on her way to New York City. She made it to the train safely and sat down in the back to avoid unwanted attention as she patched herself up. The train ride would take roughly an hour and a half to get to Grand Central Terminal in Manhattan.
She could still taste the blood on her lips as she set her backpack onto her lap and dug through it with her good hand, pulling out a small first aid kit. Daisy opened it up and dug through it to find a small mirror. As she held it up to her face, she noticed that Ward really did a number on her. Her right cheekbone was bruised, her skin slowly turning a sickening shade of purple around her open wound. Her split lip was swollen and the blood was dried around the opening. Dirt and grime stuck to the skin of her face, making her look as though she'd been living on the streets.
The cut on her face was only a couple inches and it didn't seem to be very deep, but Daisy cleaned it with the antiseptic wipes anyways to prevent infection. Then she applied some antibiotic ointment to it and her lip. Next, she had to deal with her arm.
Daisy was almost positive that it was fractured from the way she landed on it. She'd fractured her arm before from overuse of her powers, so she knew exactly how it felt. Slowly, Daisy peeled off her jacket to get a better look at her arm, careful not to jostle it. Once it was removed, she pulled back her sleeve. Her forearm was slowly turning a dark tint of red that she knew would start swelling soon. Daisy quickly took the bandage wrap out of the first aid kit and started wrapping it around her arm. She didn't have a sling, so she would just have to be careful. Once she was done wrapping her busted limb, Daisy put her jacket back on and took some pain medication.
Now that she was done taking care of her injuries, Daisy packed the med kit back up, put it in her bag, and rested her head against the seat.
She didn't mean to fall asleep, but it wasn't very long before one of the train's staff members was shaking her awake. Daisy sat up abruptly, immediately becoming alert, before she realized that the man was not a threat.
"Sorry to startle you ma'am, but we have arrived at Grand Central in Manhattan, New York," he said.
Daisy nodded. "Thank you. Sorry for the trouble," she grumbles as she quickly stands up, shouldering her bag. As soon as Daisy got off the train, she found a restroom and cleaned herself up a bit. Then she used some of her cash to buy a New York Yankees cap from a small gift booth inside the terminal and put it on, hoping it would help her blend in a little more. If people assumed she was a tourist, most likely she wouldn't draw as much attention to herself.
Shortly after stepping out onto the streets of Manhattan, Daisy took a breath of the fresh air and studied her surroundings. Even though it was around 11:00 at night, the streets were bright from the illuminating billboards and the sidewalks were still crawling with people. She held her arm close to her chest and started walking through the scattered crowds, hoping to find a cheap hotel in the middle of the bustling city.
After walking for what felt like hours, but was really only 30 minutes, Daisy started to get drowsy. Without her gauntlets to help her channel and aim her shockwaves, keeping her powers under control when she used them took a lot of her energy. Daisy noticed immediately when she came across a small, three-story, hotel. Stumbling inside, Daisy took the wad of cash out of her backpack and paid for a nights stay, snatching her room keys from the hotel clerk. She was practically falling asleep as she made her way through the gloomy hallways and up the dark, rusted stairwell to her room. When she finally reached it, Daisy quickly entered— locking the door behind her— and collapsed onto the bed.
She would figure out what came next tomorrow.
Right now she needed rest.
A/N: I really enjoyed writing that chapter. Daisy is finally getting out on her own (Yay!), but Hydra is consistent and they're messing with her plans for freedom which could become an issue later on. I have the whole plot decided for the next chapter, I just need to write it out, but I should be posting it within the next week!