Chapter 5
Daisy:
When I finally got the door jimmied-ha, always wanted to say that! -open, I cautiously peek outside. It looks…a lot like home, actually. Not the normal people kind of home. But of SHIELD. Except it was somehow…creepy looking, too. It didn’t look different, really, but I had some sort of bad feeling about it. Perhaps the lighting was bad. And if it was SHIELD, they would have sent someone to come look me over by now. And it’d probably have been Simmons looking after me in the first place. She wouldn’t have trusted anyone else to treat our team.
That thought brings a smile to my face.
I sneak along the corridor, catching sight of multiple cameras. Each turned slowly- old fashioned, if you ask me- and I try to time it so that I’m not caught on camera. Being a spy comes in handy in these sorts of situations.
The hallways are long, mostly white. It’s spooky to walk-sneak-along them, and not see a single other person. My footsteps are muted, in an attempt to attract little people wise. No phones laying around, nor computers.
I come to a door with the symbols of stairs on them. Thus far, I haven’t seen any windows to indicate whether I need to go up, or down. Not even in the doors I passed, or the rooms. If there are no windows, perhaps that means I need to go up? Taking a deep breath, I silently open the door leading to the stair well. Ah. Perfect, only way to go, is up.
Taking a peek, I groan. My injuries are not healed enough for this. There are flights and flights of stairs. Taking a deep breath, I steel myself, and start the painfully slow process up the stairs. I almost wish I’d stumbled on an elevator instead. Even if the bad guys would have seen me coming.
I get up a few flights and decide it’s time to check to see if this is the ground level. Cautiously, I peak out of the doors window into the hallway on the other side. Much busier than down there. It looks like an actual hospital. Glancing down at my apparel, I know that I won’t actually be too out of place. Hospital gowns may suck, but at least it’ll get me in a position to sneak through.
Maybe I could even nick some normal clothes and a doctor’s jacket. Being dressed as a patient, they probably won’t let me out.
Cautiously, I exit the staircase-joining the other people walking around. There are window’s, to the left of me, patient rooms to the right. I glance out of the window’s casually as I walk down the hallway as leisurely as I can. Building’s confront my vision. Not too high up, but I could have stood to stop maybe two flights below.
The buildings don’t have any signs that I can see, other than one that looks like a law firm, perhaps-with a generic name printed on the front. City, then. At least I know I’ll get reception if I find a phone. Could be worse. I could be in the middle of no-where, with no reception, and a long way to escaping and safety.
As I continue down the hall, I begin to look into the doors I pass. I try my best to look like a curious patient-and not someone trying to find something. Finally, I see a patient’s room with something helpful in it. A doctor’s jacket is on a chair inside, just waiting to be stolen. I casually walk in, swipe it with a look around-empty-and then throw it on.
It covers past my gown, so I button it to cover the thin clothing. I see a mirror in the open bathroom, and a pen beside the patient’s bed. My hair is long enough to put up with a pen, and it’d look more professional than the mess that I have now. I quickly do it up and exit the bathroom and the room.
Now I just need to swipe a phone. Easily done. I used to live on the streets before I got my van. Pick pocketing is something that is a necessary asset. And there are plenty of visiting people who must have what I need. I just need to bump into one or two.
Finding a phone was as easy as expected. Like riding a bicycle. Even easier is sending an encrypted message to an old phone Coulson had had. And then to a network that they used to use to operate. I have to hope that they will find it, and that I can keep a hold of this phone until they can ping my location.
The hard part turns out to be getting out. I got down only one floor before I was made. I saw the exact moment one of the doctor’s recognized me. The recognition in their eyes, twitch of their hand as they pretended not to, so they could get back up. I made it another floor-the doors to my freedom literally right there! -before I was tackled by two guards. They immediately put cuffs on my hands, and lo and behold-the cuffs were power dampeners. (If I escape this, I make a mental note to save the cuffs for Fitz…Fitz…I almost killed F…I shake my head of this line of thought)
They drag me all the way up, using an elevator. I attempted to fight my way out-May wasn’t my teacher for nothing-but they ended up tazing me and knocking my head against the metal of the elevator. Everything goes fuzzy for a long moment.
As the elevator continues up-13 floors-I come to the conclusion that I need to escape the cuffs. So, I hit a guard to my left with my bare foot-no wonder they caught me-and as his head makes an audible snap as it gets kicked to the side, I pop my thumb out of place.
The elevator dings, just as the guard goes to retaliate. And he stops, instead shoving me forward. I grin, but it soon fades away in horror. There, sitting at a table, is HIVE. No.
I feel my world drop out from beneath my feet.
“Skye…” He says. “Sorry, Daisy.” He corrects. “You’ve come back to me.”
No, no. I can’t. I can’t do this. He can’t do this to me again. I can’t be used again, not against my family and friends. I have to escape!
But the guards are pushing me forward and now I’m right in front of the now standing thing. He has Ward’s face smile at me. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad at you.” He says, “I’ve come to bring you back into the fold.”
I see the particles come off of him. I know there is no chance at escaping alive. Seeing him start to move his freaky particle things towards my face, my mind-I panic. I can’t go back to being slave-Daisy. I can’t go back to hurting everyone I care about. I won’t! Not now. My heart pounds in my chest as I look for any possible escape.