2
New York, Brooklyn.
Doing what she was told Daisy did not scream or say anything, she knew better then to risk her own life for the vain hope that someone would help or that any questions she asked would be answered.
Pulling her away from the wall the metal armed man kept his hand over her mouth and snapped at her to walk. Not knowing what was happening Daisy moved herself in stumbling shuffles ahead. The metal armed man walked silently behind her, keeping his grip on her cross-overed arms and continuing to cover her mouth. Daisy realised she was being shoved towards the bedroom of her apartment, she stood dead in her tracks, a sick feeling of dread filling her stomach.
"I didn't say stop!" The man hissed at her. "Move!" He shoved her through the door, almost causing her to fell over. The bedroom of the apartment was small, only with a clothes rail, a bed and a side table. Daisy realised the light on the side table was switched on and her clothes were thrown all over the bed.
"Pack some clothes, warm ones." The metal armed man told her, letting go of her and giving her another shove towards the bed. He leant down and picked up a large black travel bag from the floor and threw it onto the bed on top of all her clothes. "Put them in there. You have 5mins."
Twisting herself around to face him she started "But…I…." before stopping herself, as a look of disgust and anger flew on to his face that she could now fully see.
"I told you do not to talk!" He hissed taking a step towards her, he grabbed her throat with his metal hand, a clicking sound coming from it as he did so, her head was pushed upwards, almost lifting her off the ground as he did so. "You do not talk to me and you do exactly what i say. Clear?"
The swiftness of his actions, the power and the coldness she felt from his metal grip took the breath out of Daisy so that she could only manage a garbled noise from her throat that resembled a 'yes'. From her left eye a tear rolled down her cheek and she found herself shaking.
His face looked disgusted at her, his striking blue eyes burning at her and an angry grunt of an exhalation came from him as he released her for the second time. "4mins. Start!"
Taking in a thankfully breath Daisy put her palms on her chest, as if guarding herself, she found herself shaking and feeling faint. She was ready to give into that feeling and let the white feeling of collapse engulf her, but she saw his angry face before her, he was consumed with it and with frustration, his body was tense and firm, his arms by his side, fists held clenched, his square jaw was solid, his brow was stitched low and his eye narrow and foreboding at her, Daisy didn't doubt for a second he could easily kill her if she didn't obey, she turned and randomly threw things into the bag, not caring what they were, grabbing with shaking hands and throwing it.
She rubbed her cheek once, to stop the herself crying and said nothing, she didn't dare risk doing anything.
Not entirely sure what was in the bag, she went to put something else in, when the metal arm man grabbed the strap of the bag, throwing it over his shoulder and pulled her upper arm and begun walking her out.
Still shaky and Daisy obeyed, all compulsion to try to run and scream vanished, she knew it would be useless, there was no way she could escape, she hadn't escaped before, circumstance had caused him to stop, not because she had succeed in escaping him.
Heading towards the door, the man reached his metal arm to grab a gun on the table where Daisy had unknowingly placed her keys, the black automatic pistol was placed into a hostler around his shoulder near Daisy. She scanned the gun and his face quickly from the corner of her eye as he did so. Seeing her attention to him he stopped and leant down to her and whispered. "I don't need this to kill you, i can kill you with my human hand in 0.3 seconds if i want, remember that Princess."
Not looking him she swallowed and had the urge to throw up then and there, she knew that he was telling the truth and she knew that his using them name was anything but good also.
Still leaning into her, again his breath on her earlobe, he reached to unlock the door and open it.
"We go outside, we turn to the right walk 10 yards to a black van outside, we get in, you say and do nothing." He told her firmly and slowly.
The apartment door opened and the stairway to the exist was before them, the light from the hallway fell into the room behind her, illuminating and stinging her teary eyes. For the first time she got a clear look at his face from the close angle of where his face was to her's, he was scared, stubble on his face that was edging down his neck, his hair was escaping from where it had been pushed behind his ears, dark and wavy longer than hers.
A memory flashed in her mind, from her point of view as a child, coming from around a corner from her father's house to see a man sitting in a chair at the dining table, dressed all in black, his eyes cold and dead, a gun sat on the glass dining table.
Without being pushed or shoved Daisy stepped out into the hallway, the metal armed man following, his eyes looking from left to right as he did so, ready to use Daisy as shield or as a defence. Both begun to move down the stairs, the metal armed man tightening his grip on her arm. Moving as if in a daze, she barely looked at stairs as she moved, knowing the amount of steps there was on the staircase and what direction to go in, her gaze was fixed on straight ahead, focused on nothing, trying her best to ignore the whimpering noise inside her head.
In no time at all they had reached the exist to the apartment building, which the metal arm man opened door of, pulling Daisy closer to wards him, using her again to shield himself and cover his metal arm from view as much as possible. As directed, Daisy turned right and begun to walk to wards the nondescript black van, knowing very well that once inside that van, with that man, all hope was lost, she would not be found, she could not be help and she was under the control and the capture of the man behind her.
The Winter Soldier.
The Asset.
The Fist of Hydra.
The Super assassin.
Her father’s most prized possession.
One Year Earlier
Triskelion, Washington.
Waiting underneath the glass main forecourt of the entrance of Triskelion Daisy waited near the giant metal Shield symbol, looking up at it she couldn’t help but feel tiny. She had been to the Triskelion many times over the years, but coming back she always felt like she out of her depth, she had grown up with Shield in her life but she never wanted to work for it, she hadn’t want to go to the Academy and she had had no desire to become an agent unlike her sister, who from a young a age become very much a part of shield.
Around her the employees of Shield walked about their daily business, in this part of the building there was basic public access and all levels of workers, the majority of them being smart suited serious faced people that walked with purpose and straight backs. Catching the gaze of a man and woman walking together Daisy gave them a smile with which was flat out ignored, simply following her with their gaze and moved past.
“Okeee.” Daisy mumbled, feeling uncomfortable. She looked down at her attire, dark jeans, a oversized checked shirt and cut short pretend leather jacket. Yeah, this definitely wouldn’t cut it as Shield agent, Daisy chuckled to herself. Worrying about her clothes and looks as a Doctor was the last thing on Daisy’s mind during operations and working under extreme circumstances.
Feeling a ping in her Daisy felt sad that she really didn’t fit into her father’s and sister’s lives. She knew that the work they did was important and good, but she felt the diplomacy that Shield operated under was impractical, she had wanted to her involved differently and get her hands dirtty, not leaving things to various councils and committees of people that sat behind desks and wanted reports of reports about reports on reports. Daisy was proud of her father, but she had told him a long time ago she wouldn’t be member of shield, there was too much else she wanted to do. To her surprise, her father was fine with her decision, in fact he did all he could to support it. But being there in Shield Headquarters she felt part tourist and part fraud.
Pulling nervously at the hem of her shirt Daisy looked away from the Shield symbol to the forecourt. Walking towards her in steady strides was her father, with two intimating shield agents wearing bullet proof vests and all in black following from either side, looking very much like her father’s shadow.
Smiling Daisy walked over to meet her father.
“Hi Flower.” Alexander Pierce greeted his daughter with a smile. “Ready for lunch?”
“Absolutely.” She replied, reaching in for hug. “Flower? Oh not that name again, you’re going to call me that till i’m old and grey!”
“You will always be my Flower, Princess.” Pierce smiled back.
From behind the two Shield shadows stood motionless and quietly.
“Err Dad, are we having company?” Daisy asked quietly, trying not to be too loud, showing her gaze towards the two shadows.
“Just security hun.” Pierce explained.
“Righteeee.” Daisy replied unsurely.
Not turning to face them Shield told the Shadows. “Gentlemen, thank you.” To which they nodded and walked away.
There were times like those were Daisy felt uneasy about Shield and the military as a whole, such complete obedience was the mark of good training and loyalty, but after having dealt with child soldiers and seen the harsher sides of mind control Daisy always felt nerves inside her pull. Obviously those men were just normal Shield members, nothing odd or harsh about about them or their behaviour, they were just like her father, people working to help the defence, safety and security of everybody.
“So, how’s your day been?” Daisy asked breezily, wanting to halt her over-thinking thoughts. “Ready for tonight?”
Pulling a face that Daisy knew was notorious with her father's dislike or distaste at something, half a pout and part a snarl, Pierce put his arm over his daughter’s shoulder and begun walking to the exist of the Triskelion. “Too many meetings and not enough decisions. And as for tonight, i would rather it wasn’t happening at all and my birthday was ignored, or at most i could spend it in peace.”
“Awww Dada.” Daisy smiled. “You know Shield just want to celebrate all the work you’ve done and how much everyone thinks of you here.” As she said this as the same couple that Daisy had smiled at walked past her and her father, there expressions were different now, poised, nodding at them seeming more respectful, seeing she was with Alexander Pierce. Seeing them Pierce gave a nod back. Similarly at they grew closer to the exist people begun to realise that one of the heads and leaders of Shield was walking past them.
“Hmmm.” Pierce responded back with. “A cupcake would of been fine.”
“Dad.” Daisy pointed as the walked through glass entrance. “You are going to enjoy tonight, i promise you.”
Washington DC, Hyatt Regency.
The Hyatt Regency ballroom was filled with people.
All around the room were various members of Shield, drinking from flutes of champagne taken from the serving staff, talking happily, eating from the large platers that were being moved around the room.
Every detail of the party was flawlessly put together. The ballroom was opened up and exteneded, so that within the main ballroom was food and entertainment, by the live band on the stage, further along the extension led to soft seating and towards the staircase to the open wooden decked bar. The colour scheme was red and gold, all the table cloths, table centre pieces were organised with roses and golden vases, all the serving staff wore white shirts with either red or gold ties, a fountain illuminated with gold lights was the main centre piece of one the largest tables of the room, the sound of trickling water was heard interwoven with the music from the stage. The grand chandeliers were illuminated in red and gold, making the whole room glitter and gleam.
Talking amongst themselves two individuals surveyed the room, but looking as if they were simply holding a pleasant conversation, a man stern looking black man dressed in a black suit with an eye-patch holding a flute of champagne but not drinking from and a red haired woman in a halter neck slim hugging blue dress also holding a flute of champagne but drinking from it, stood trying not to catch the attention of anyone in the room.
“So Shield paid for all this?” The Red haired woman asked looking to her left and at the centre piece of roses and explosive goldness next to her. “Seems a bit over the top.”
“It’s all been donated from one rich benefactors of Shield.” The eye-patched man replied with exhale. “The party was put together by Shield using the money from some ass kissing rich diplomat that wants Pierce in his pocket.”
“Sooo, Pierce is letting that happen?” The Red hair woman quizzed with a slight frown.
“Nope.” The eye-patched man said with a smirk. “He uses this as ruse to get the guy on side so he can eventually expose him. Trust what you know more than who you know.”
“Hmmm.” The red haired woman as she sipped her drink. “No wonder you and Pierce get along so well, you think alike.”
Turning to face her he raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Oh yeah.” She replied with a smirk. “Always two steps ahead of the game.”
“Four steps Romanoff.” He told her. “Always be four steps ahead, that way you can see everyone from all angles.”
From the doorway of the ballroom Alexander Pierce and Daisy Pierce stepped through. With their arms locked together, the two looked as if they were ready for battle but dressed smartly for the occasion with pleasant smiles on their faces.
“Finally.” Romanoff said putting her glass down on the table.
“We stay for another fifteen minutes, talk to Pierce and then we go.” The man told her as he watched Pierce. “Can’t stand these damn parties even when their not being paid for by someone with too much money and selfish intentions.”
Daisy fidget slightly as she walked in, the white lace dress she wore felt completely alien to herself, the last time she had worn anything like this was when she had gone to Uncle’s wedding 7years ago, and she remembered the she given the dress to charity afterwards because the sight of her made her cringe at the overly girliness of it.
Used to wearing suits daily Pierce looked comfortable, his tuxedo was classic and fitted him well, the only hint of colour was his red bowtie. Despite his feeling of not wanting to be there, nothing could be read from his face and his manners, he looked professional and at ease all at once.
“I feel like i’m going to confirmation in this dress Dad.” Daisy whispered to him.
He looked down at his tiny daughter and smiled. “You look very sweet Daise.”
Daisy made a face but didn’t say anything, she knew her father was teasing but she was willing to endure the dress, and the teasing, for his birthday.
Entering in Daisy saw the full grandness of the party, she wanted to whistle slightly but thought better of it. It really was a grand affair and she very felt out of place here.
It was from then on in people came up to her father, shook his hand, told him happy birthday, made some quick joke about him not looking his age, tried to talk briefly about Shield, before Pierce nodded at them thank you and moved away, basically to the next person, each time Pierce would introduce Daisy “This is my youngest daughter Daisy, she is a Doctor who works in foreign aid” or “This is my daughter Daisy” all depending or not if he was willing to talk to them and if he felt compelled to make the effort for them.
After having meet/spoken to/nodded at/smiled at/shook hands with Pierce came to the eye-patched man and the red hair woman.
“Nick, Romanoff.” Pierce said with a glad tone in his voice.
“Sir.” They both said with a respectful nod.
Pierce shook Nick hands and then Romanoff’s. Clasping his hands together afterwards Pierce smiled. “Thank you for coming, i know if i did’t have to i wouldn’t have.”
“Dad….” Daisy said jokingly warningly from his side but smiling. She was familiar with Nick Fury, he had been a long time friend of her father’s and, as she had been told many times by her father, had helped to save her sister’s life years before.
Turning towards his daughter Pierce smiled. “Nick, you remember Daisy don’t you?”
“Of course.” He replied nodding her. “Been a while, haven’t seen you since before you went to Med school.”
“That’s right.” Daisy said. She remembered it because that was same last time she had actually seen her sister Caitlin.
“Agent Romanoff.” Pierce said looking to Romanoff. “You haven’t meet Daisy have you?”
“No sir.” Romanoff agreed. Offering Daisy her hand she shook it, her hand shake was firm but gentle, not slack. “Natasha Romanoff, pleasure to meet you Doctor Pierce.”
Daisy smiled, feeling a little bit more at ease, knowing Romanoff wasn't like most of the people in the room who wished to gain attention and time from her father to help further their careers, both women gave eachother a knowing respecting look.
Changing the subject Pierce interjected. “So what’s the time frame Nick? Another 3minutes and you make your move out of here.”
“2minutes, through the doors on the left to the car park outside, easy exist, no chance of meeting people.” Nick Fury said as if was a military operation.
Pierce smiled and shook his head. “Always ready for anything Fury.”
“Best way to be.” Fury said with a slight smile.
**************
North West, 88 Miles from New York.
The movement of the van was starting to make Daisy sick, the steady bump bump as they traveled over what she could only guess was gravel (gravel, how far had they traveled out of New York to hit gravel?)
She wanted to move her leg but tried not to move around at all as the last time she had learnt her lesson, the inside of the back of the van was filled with various forms of weaponry, most of which she couldn’t see, but gradually as her eyesight had grown used to the dark she was able to make out very large firing arms and things which looked as if they could quite easily start shooting off bullets or some form of fire power if nudged a little to hard.
After being shoved into the van from the side door, then having her hands cuffed together and legs bound, Daisy hadn’t seen or heard anything from the man in front. Daisy had realised as she sat there that she was in a shield van that had been heavily adapted, the seats had been ripped out and piled with the all the weapons.
As the motions got worse her sick feeling was starting to even itself out slightly, but that vanished as she felt hundred times more sick when the van stopped dead and shook her forward slightly from the force of it. From the front she heard a door click open and then shut, then the sound of feet on gravel walking.
Daisy counted her breaths; 1 2 3 4 5…
The door next to her slide with in a flash and into the darkness of the van the lesser darkness of the night came in.
Blocking the view of anything stood the metal armed man before her, she could barely make out his face but she could tell his mood had definitely not lightened or improved in anyway.
Opening her mouth, wanting to say something, wanting to try to ask a question, only air came out, she couldn’t form the words, she felt frightened of the consequence of what would occur if she did.
Without warning he reached into the van, grabbed hold of her by her middle and simply threw her over his shoulder in one easy simple strong move.
Daisy wanted to pass out then but found that she couldn’t because she was too aware and shocked at what was going on to do anything but be held over the metal armed man’s shoulder.
One Year Earlier
Washington DC, Hyatt Regency.
The band had started to play a waltz with simple twist of jazz to it, the type of music with which her Father was very much a fan of, so Daisy and her father had been the first to dance on the ballroom dance floor.
Her father friends, co-worker and members of shield all watched as they, father and daughter, danced flawlessly together, Daisy’s with tiny petite form, her back straight, her head high and a small smirk of enjoyment on her face. The dance moves were simple and didn’t venture into anything dramatic, Alexander Pierce danced effortless and elegantly, waltzing around the dance floor, completely at ease with the steps and with his partner, as the music gradually grew more lively Pierce moved his daughter into a high spin, to which their was a small sheer and a clap from the watching circle of people.
Pierce smiled and then looked over to the band, to which he nodded at them and they begun to play a slower less jazzy version of the waltz and to where Pierce waved like a composer to those standing around to come to the ballroom floor and dance also. As if obeying orders a gentle stream of couples came onto the dance floor and begun to dance to the music around Daisy and Pierce who found themselves in the middle of all the dancing.
Pierce offered his dark haired petite daughter his hand again and they begun to dance again but more slowly.
Looking up at her Father happily Daisy smiled. “Dad, I’m glad i came back for this, i”m so glad to be here with you here tonight.”
Pierce kissed the palm of daughter’s left hand and smiled. “That means more to be than anything here tonight Princess.” Pulling in for embrace with which his tall engulfed her tiny frame in loving hug.
Looking around the room at the people all watching, Daisy felt the intensity of their gaze, they all truly respected her Father, she had known that for years, she had seen it daily since her return and she had seen it daily growing up but there, in that room, she truly felt the sense of power her Father wielded, for a moment a thought occurred to her; they would walk through fire and walk on to fire for my Dad.
She felt a shiver down her spine, she had seen that form of absolute dedication to someone’s strength and power whilst working in Africa, the warlords and the young soldiers, barely adults, following the orders of their leaders without question or thought, never thinking of the pain and the possibility of death, just complete obedience to their leader, losing not only their free but their minds in the process.
Physical shaking her head to shake the thought and the feeling away Daisy looked back up at her Father; what a silly thought to think, there was nothing like that in this room here, there never could be.
“You okay Flower?” Pierce smiled at Daisy, seeing the look on her face change.
“Yes.” Daisy said quickly, trying not to think about it again.
It was then coming through the crowd a couple walked. They were a tall elegant couple, the woman in a red ball gown, that hung low and tight but looked classically elegant, allowing the long neck and long legged, blonde woman to look as if she had just stepped out of the sliver screen from the 1950s. The man was as tall as she, he could be called thin but he was built with a firm tall body that lacked bulk but held strength and presence within his shoulders and back, wearing a classic tuxedo, the man wore small rimmed round glasses and his hair was short, peppered with various shades of white, blonde and auburn, though not classically handsome, next to the woman the two looked like a couple to whom could command attention and hold a presence.
The couple begun walking towards the dance floor to where they both begun to dance and looking at each other with professional gazes, smiling, nearing themselves to the middle of the dance floor in small gentle dance steps to the music.
Daisy caught a glimpse of them from one of the short gentle spins her Father did and she had to catch her breath.
“Caitlin!” Daisy exclaimed almost giddy.
Turning to face Daisy the long neck blonde woman smiled perfect white teeth and moved towards the shorter woman. “Surprise Baby Sister.” And she went in for an embrace to which Daisy practically throw herself into and hugged her taller sister tightly, barely coming up to her shoulder.
Standing before them both Pierce smiled. “Glad you could make it Cat.”
“Would not have missed it Dad.” Caitlin Pierce said as she came out her hug with Daisy. Taking a step to her father she peek the cheek and a quick gentle hug. “Had to come all the way from Russia but you knew i would come.”
“I knew.” Pierce smiled with a nod. “You’ve never let me down.”
Daisy held the hand of her sister, clasping like it like small child, marvelling at her stunning taller sister. She was at loss for words, shocked and pleased to see her.
From behind Caitlin stood the man who had come with her, he caught Daisy’s eye because he was staring at her with curiosity in his eyes.
“Hello.” Daisy said to the man, not the sort of person to ignore anyone and interested to who he was to her sister.
“Hello Doctor Pierce.” He smiled, his accent was a crisp and well spoken. “I’ve heard so much about you from your Father and sister.”
Pierce smiled and put a hand on his daughter’s shoulder. “This is Daniel Whitehall Daisy, he’s an asset to Shield and you might know him from his research and work to help the V771 Project, he is the leading figure on clarifying and cleansing deadly viruses.”
“V771?” Daisy said excited looking the man directly in the eyes. “You helped to cure the worst spread of Necrotizing Fasciitis there had ever been in West African, you saved countless lives, Mr Whitehall.”
Whitehall titled his head to side and chuckled. “Now, Ms Pierce, you know us scientists are modest people, blowing ones horns, as they say, isn’t worthy of the cause in the end, its the cause which we are all working for.”
“The ‘cause’.” Daisy quizzed.
“Yes.” Whitehall smiled, his eyes flexing to both Alexander Pierce and to Caitlin Pierce. “Bettering the future of humanity, strengthening it and doing what we can.”
For a brief moment Daisy felt confused at his choice of words, it was an unusual bold way to talk about science and medicine, to say it with such gusto as he did Daisy didn’t know if she was impressed or felt that his whole idealism was little shakespearian. Over the years Daisy had met with a lot of scientists, worked with some as well, she had come to realise a long time ago, that because they dealt with petri dishes, cells and fungus, their way of thinking and measuring normal things become warped, not at all making them bad people, just very awkward in social situations/occasions from their lack of interaction.
“Oh….” Daisy replied. “Yes, i understand.”
The look on Whitehall’s face was pleased, he looked at Daisy with added interest, his intense steel blue looking into to her’s, as if seeing her differently.
“Dad.” Caitlin said cheerily from next to him, clasping onto her father’s arm and resting the side of her head on his shoulder and giving a mocking pout. “Let’s dance, i haven’t dance with you in years.”
“Or course.” Pierce said smiling, taking her hand to dance. “But i do think Daisy will need a dance partner. Mr Whitehall?” He turned his gaze onto Whitehall, who was still looking at Daisy. “Would you look after my youngest daughter and dance with her?”
Still not looking away from her Daisy, Whitehall smiled. “Of course Sir, it would be a pleasure.”
There were not many times Daisy had to do what she didn’t want, dancing with Whitehall was one of them. As a Scientist, for his work, he had her respect, but to dance with she would have preferred not to, his looking at her made her uncomfortable, having to pretend she was interested in the decor of the room and trying to look away was easy, but when he took her hand and lead her to dance Daisy wanted to make her excuses and walk away. However, because it was a party/celebration for her father, because Whitehall was a friend/co-worker of her sister and he knew her father, Daisy knew it would be various levels of disrespectful to decline the dance, especially since her own father was the one who had suggested it.
Whitehall was twice the size of Daisy, so dancing with him was not easy, Daisy felt as she was child size compared to him and felt more like a midget then usual (a name she didn’t mind but ever so often she realised she was verging on being one for her shortage of height.) The music playing from the band was slow and gentle, a gentle mixture of two violins and the piano player, almost romantic but not quite, it was bitten with a gentle harshness to it with the contrasting of the instruments.
“Do you play?” Whitehall asked, obviously making conversation to Daisy, noticing her gaze at the violinists.
“Play?” Daisy chuckled slightly. “I can play but i can play incredibly badly. Violin was Caitlin’s instrument, i was always better at the piano, though to honest, i haven’t played in years.”
“That’s a pity.” Whitehall said, looking at the violin. “The violin is one the most beautiful musical instruments. I always enjoy listening to it when i work, helps to keep me focused and work much more thoroughly.”
Again, Daisy felt Whitehall really did have unusual choice of the words he used.
“Hmm.” Daisy struggled to keep with conversation, something which never usually happened. “How did you and Caitlin meet? I know so little of what she does, majority of what she does is classified i never know where she is in the world, security purposes i know.”
“Caitlin?” He quizzed, seemingly to be surprised at her name. Then smiling and looking over to both Caitlin Pierce and Alexander Pierce as they danced nearby. “Your Father saved my life and bought into his team and gave me new focus and purpose, i met Caitlin through your Father and we’ve worked on and off together for a few years now.” Whitehall looked down at Daisy and smiled. “I hope soon we can work together, l’m sure we can achieve a great many things Doctor Pierce.”
“Oh.” Daisy replied. “I’m not a member of Shield.” Again, she felt uncomfortable with his eyes looking at her
“I know.” Whitehall said. “But we can still work together without Shield, we can learn so much from each other.”
The chance of working with the man who had been behind the V771 Project, despite his awkward stares and usually ways of phrasing things was too good a opportunity to miss, so Daisy smiled and nodded. “Yes, we could definitely learn a lot of from each other.”
**************
172 Miles Outside Of New York.
It was only when she heard the distinctive sound of walking on snow through her closed eyes that Daisy realised that wherever she had been driven to there was snow, which outside of New York in December didn’t narrow it down too much, but it was definitely a place away from civilisation, which even without the binds on her hands and feet would of made the chances of escape extremely hard to basically impossible.
With her head dangling over the back of the metal armed man, Daisy tried to keep her eyes closed, but the sensation of her instinctives wanting to know what was happening, if was going to fell or be dropped so she could brace herself stopped her for completely shutting her eyes and not looking. Her eyes only saw the leather back of the man’s military boots, his altered leather strapped jacket with its right arm cut off to show his lined metal curve, grooves and indents on the non-reflective gleam metal arm. Daisy could only wonder how much longer she was going to be alive.
Logic broke into her thoughts as he continued to keep walking over the snow towards to his intended location. If he wanted her dead, he could of simply killed her at the apartment, no finger prints, no witnesses, she wouldn’t be missed until the next morning and even then, after what had happened at work, no-one would go out of there way to look for her, maybe Banner but with his own work at The Avengers Towers lately, it was hardly likely. No…he had asked her to pack and to pack warm, which meant something.
He was going to kill her, well, maybe…he was not going to kill her straight away, maybe later but not now. It was this thought alone that gave Daisy the smallest amount of hope.
That small amount of hope was enough to compress the fear within her, she was obviously in danger and her future was very uncertain but she was alive and apparently she had her warm clothes in a bag somewhere.
Being over the shoulder of the metal armed man Daisy did not feel as if the man was unsteady on his feet, he moved quick and with strength, with power in his strides against the snow, which Daisy begun to realise was actually quick deep as he walked further to his destination, told her that this was all very much part of plan of some sort.
His crunching boots on the snow changed, to the sound of boots against metal, a gentle but slightly echoed clang of a heavy weight against metal caused Daisy to tense, there was entering into somewhere.
A change in the sensation of his motion made Daisy feel as if the man was walking up somewhere, somewhere hollow.
Then, with a quick but gentle movement, the man flip Daisy backwards over his shoulder and placed on her the floor. It was done so quickly Daisy only had time to let a surprised sound of ‘Ohh’ escape her lips as she found herself on the floor.
From the dim ultraviolet lights Daisy found herself sat in the hanger bay of a Quinjet, the inside was different to the last time she had been inside a Shield quintet, it had been, like the van, stripped bare, all its seats having been taken out and to show the internal working of the Quinjet, pipes and engines all covered before but now fully exposed before her.
From her sitting position Daisy could see through the hanger bay door where the snow had followed the metal armed man that had carried her. Twisting her head to the front where the cockpit was Daisy could see snow covered tree branches that were covering the Quinjet from where it was. There was little to nothing else Daisy could see, she could tell only that it was standard quintet that she had seen before around various shield locations, used mainly for transport with limited fire power to it. However, from where she sat, Daisy knew that the Quinjet had been specially altered and did things that no other did…which considering the person who had altered it, could only be deadly and extreme.
“Stay there. Do not move or try to run.” Came the voice of the metal armed man who stood in front of Daisy, towering of her. His look was deadly and Daisy could tell that he was very serious.
Slowly Daisy nodded, keeping her eye locked on his, too frightened and unsure to verbally answer back.
Narrowing his eyes, as if a thought of something that angered him entered his mind, he turned on his feet and left back out the open hanger bay entrance, back out into the snow.
When Daisy could hear the gentle crunch of the snow against the man’s boots she left out a breath of relief.
Flipping her head around she looked for something, anything she could see that she could use, she knew trying to run was impossible, even she did manage to untie both her hands and her feet, where would she go, in the middle of the night?
No, Daisy had to find something she could hide, a knife, something, anything!
To her right she could see where the seat of the quinjet had been taken out, there was still metal rodes, prods still poking out, maybe some of them were lose, she could take one and put it up her sleeve and she could use it if she attacked.
Daisy begun to shuffle herself over towards the area, using her backside to shuffle herself forward. When she got there she begun to look desperately for anything she could use that was useful, the only thing amongst all the protruding metal was thick long bolts. Turning around she grabbed on the bolts from behind with her hands and begun to manoeuvre it up her sleeve, it took a lot of affect as Daisy had to pull and twist her wrists painfully to do all of this, which was already in a lot of pain from being bound together for the hours since her capture.
The sound of feet on snow broke through Daisy struggle to get the bolt up her sleeve. Daisy tried desperately to get it further up her sleeve but it was stuck from after her left wrist and refused to go any further. The sound grew nearer.
Spinning on her backside Daisy struggle with speed back to the other side of the quinjet where she had been left.
Head down, Daisy held her breath, she did’t look as the metal armed man reentered into the quinjet. He stood for a moment on the platform entrance looking in at her, not saying anything. Then as if some spell had been broken he walked in to the quinjet and dropped the constance of what was in his arms, which was gunnery and various armouries, along with the large black bag she had frantically packed back her apartment hours ago, all from the van they had traveled in.
Not far from her feet the guns and weapons of various sizes and various uses of mass damage lay on the floor. Daisy could only stare at them with wide open shocked eyes of fear, expecting them to go off madly at any time and turn her body into bloody mass on the floor.
“You can keep it.” Said the metal armed man, looking down at her.
Lifting her head up Daisy looked into his eyes again, this time there was no anger in his voice or his eyes, just a serious weird dead calmness.
“If having a useless bolt up your sleeve makes you feel safe, good for you.”
With that he pressed the latch next to him for the hanger door to shut behind him with quick thud and hiss, then walked into the cockpit.
Feeling slightly shocked Daisy still looked to where the metal armed man had been standing moments ago, her face shocked and pale.
Knowing that her plan in waiting wasn’t worth it, she shook both her wrists and let the bolt that was up her sleeve clang down on to the floor and roll away from her.
Genius plan Daisy. She thought to herself. Completely and utterly genius.
From the cockpit the metal armed man took his seat. Before he begun to switch the engine on and bring the quinjet to life, a small smirk crossed his face at the sound of the clang of the bolt from behind him. The small smirk changed his face, he looked less menacing and much younger, from behind his dark messy greasy hair for a moment he didn’t look like trained brain washed assassin who was over 90 years, he looked more like a man who had won a small battle was slightly pleased with himself.