Look, my parents were mad scientists who pumped me full of spider-juice just to see what would happen. I went to Hail Hydra high school and Nick Fury university. I've been extraordinary my entire life. After all these years of insanity... a little ordinary sounds pretty #$%^ great. You have your normal... and I have mine.
Daisy was getting herself ready to leave, despite the very stern warning to stay put. The concussion and other injuries from the aftermath of Pleasant Hill were pretty apparent as she blinked hard and turned towards the noise from the other side of the makeshift infirmary. “For the last time, I don’t care what Hill says. I’m not staying and I’m not going to get a psych eval either. I’m fine.” Okay, so maybe that was an understatement. But she wasn’t ready to unpack having to watch her father get restrained and sent to the Raft quite yet.
Before she was a spider, Jessica had been knocked out by a pan thrown by her best friend. There had been a lot of adrenaline, but she had still gone to the infirmary to get it checked out and have official confirmation that she was human and normal ( for her ) again. “Mhm.” She hummed. “Before a week ago, I probably would have cared a lot more. Right now I’m a little more concerned with my traumatized boyfriend than your act of rebellion. If only you had spoken up against S.H.I.E.L.D. just a little earlier.”
“Not that I don’t mind helping you fix the coffee pot,” Daisy paused for a moment, unsure how to phrase what she was trying to say. “I just kind of feel like the resident IT person recently. And I honestly don’t know how those things work. If you need me to hack into a server or something, I’m your girl.”
“If Tony were alive, I would go to him. Hell, I would go to Bruce if he was here. Doc’s always been my go-to.” She needed to check in on him, actually. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to make you feel like the tech person. It’s just that Gerry’s decided he doesn’t want to sleep anymore and I didn’t have time to run home.” Roger definitely had a pot brewing at all times.
Daisy was working on fixing things up around the base, since she’d become the residential tech person. She felt like she was working more for IT than S.W.O.R.D., which she wasn’t complaining about. It had been awhile since she had went back to her roots. As she heard a voice behind her, she took the flashlight out of her mouth and turned around. “Did you need something?”
Jessica needed a lot of things but it didn’t seem fair to spring any of them on Daisy when that clearly wasn’t what she was referring to. “I broke the Keurig. Not sure why we can’t just use a normal coffee pot like civilized people.”
“This isn’t the first time SHIELD has been declared dead. It’s an organization that has been in and out of existence so many times since I joined. If the President thinks he finally killed it, he’s wrong. We’ll be back eventually.”
“I remember when Fury first recruited me. I had tried to kill him, but that’s not relevant. He told me about SHIELD and how it operated. He didn’t paint it as perfect and that’s something I loved. I was ready for anything different from HYDRA, but SHIELD saved my life. It gave me some purpose.”
“And this is exactly why I haven’t ever offered to baby sit. Children are a mystery to me. Do two year olds walk yet or am I getting way ahead of myself?”
“I never wanted them. Never liked ‘em either. I still don’t, but I love my own. Every kid is different. You should be walking by two. Gerry’s a bit advanced but I’m blaming that on my freak DNA.”
“Today I have absolutely nothing to do and you know what I’ve been doing? Scrolling through Twitter. That’s it. And I don’t even care how basic that sounds. What’s your @? And don’t lie to me, I know you have one.”
“I only use Twitter in the bathroom because that’s usually the only time I can lock myself away from my son.” Unfortunately, had figured out to get in. “Arachnophilia is my Instagram, but it’s not public.”
“Kids are weird. I bet he would think that you almost having your brain get eaten by a demon would be super cool or something he would brag about to his friends.”
“He’s two. His words include: mama, rogo and spidey. We’re working on the last one. Anyway, we’re too young for bragging rights. He just notices the missed nap times and stories.”
“Agreed.” Daisy replied with a scoff, eyes wide. “Missions to wrong, shit happens. But hey look at us! We’re both here in one piece– so I’m good with leaving it there.”
“Thank god for that. Limbo? Not fun. Thankfully, my son’s too old to understand if Mommy is off having a wine night or if demons are eating her brain.”
