Dear Jemma,
I hope you’re okay. I think you are? I don’t know, but I noticed that you’ve been looking at apartments with breakfast nooks and double vanity sinks. I’m glad things with Fitz are going alright. And I also couldn’t help but notice that the world hasn’t nearly ended in a while as well. I hope you’re enjoying the break the universe is apparently giving us. I hope you’re happy, Jems. I really, really do.
I’ll be honest with you, Jemma. I miss you, but I’m not coming back. And I’m not picking up the phone either, so can you please tell everyone to stop calling? I know that sounds awful, but I ran for a reason. And no, this time I didn’t run from my past.
If you want to know, which you always do, I ran because I couldn’t heal there. Not at that base. Not when everyone was waiting for me to fall apart. Not when he was everywhere. I just couldn’t. So I ran. And I’m not sorry for that.
I am sorry, however, for leaving without letting you know. And for ghosting you all now. But I just need time, and space. It kills me to be away from you, Jemma. You’re my best friend. But I just can’t do it.
I need you to know that I am okay though, that I am safe. I’m still having trouble with some things, I’m still healing. But I’m doing better. And… I think I found love again. I feel guilty about it sometimes, and scared and confused and everything else. But it also feels warm, and safe, and just good. We’re good.
I really do miss you, Jemma. If you aren’t too mad at me for up and leaving, you can reach through our secret channel. You know, the one me and Fitz set up, back on the bus? I’m still checking it. I hope you’re not too mad at me. I’d understand it if you were, I deserve it, but I just hope you’ll send me a message back. I’d love to hear how you are.
Love,
Daisy
Daisy sighed and put down her pen, blowing the paper before folding it up and putting it in the envelop. She wrote Jemma’s name and address on it in the neatest handwriting she could manage. There was a light tremble to her fingers, and she flexed them a few times before continuing. With the envelop sealed and addressed she stood up. She turned to the doorway, giving the woman standing there an amused smile.
“Do you enjoy watching me work my ass off on a legible handwriting, Morse?”
“Almost as much as I enjoy your ass, Johnson,” Bobbi replied immediately. Daisy laughed and walked over, into Bobbi’s embrace. She held the hand with the envelope far away from their hug, lest it get crushed. Bobbi pulled back to look at it. “Finally writing that letter to Jemma?”
Daisy nodded. “Yeah, figured I’d just do it, you know, instead of just overthinking it.”
“I’m proud of you,” Bobbi said softly. “I know how much you dreaded that.” Daisy hummed. “Yeah, now that I did this, how about you call Hunter?”
“Absolutely not.”
Daisy rolled her eyes and walked past Bobbi through small living room of their floor. She placed the letter on the kitchen counter and went to grab a cup of coffee. Bobbi had followed her and took the coffee out of her hands, taking a long sip. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
“Hey!” Daisy called out. “That was mine.”
Bobbi raised both her eyebrows. “Was it? Hmmm. If you eat first I’ll make you hot chocolate.”
“That’s not fair. I can’t eat.”
“You can’t eat?”
“Not today.” Daisy looked away. “Just not hungry,” she mumbled. Bobbi set down the coffee and walked over to the fridge. “Smoothie? You need nutrients, Rockstar.” Daisy shrugged, realised Bobbi couldn’t see it, and sighed. “Sure.”
Pathetic little thing. Useless. A burden. A liability.
Bobbi took one of the smoothies and handed it to Daisy, who took it with a frown. Bobbi gave her a questioning look.
“It’s missing a straw.”
Bobbi chuckled, rummaged in some kitchen drawers and pulled out a straw. Daisy grinned, put it in the smoothie and took a long sip. Bobbi shook her head in mock-disappointment. “How did I end up with a five year old?”
“Because you fell in love with me?” Daisy offered with a sweet smile and a bat of her eyelashes. Something flashed in Bobbi’s eyes that Daisy pretended to not notice, but then she smiled back. “Yeah, something like that.”
Daisy took another sip, side-eyeing the coffee. “If I finish this, can I have some coffee?” Bobbi frowned. “No hot chocolate?” Daisy hesitated. “I don’t know?”
A laugh erupted from Bobbi. “It’s very simple, Dee. Coffee or chocolate?”
“I don’t know,” Daisy whined. “Can I have coffee now and then chocolate for movie night tonight? Then Peter can have some too,” she mused. Bobbi nodded. “Yeah, we can do that. Sounds good.” She shoved the coffee to Daisy. “Drink it up, and go post your letter. Then we can finally call Nat, before she’s going to sleep in good ol’ Norway.”
Daisy hummed and tipped back the rest of her smoothie. “On it.”
Bobbi watched as Daisy practiced. The Inhuman threw punch after punch at the punching bag, her hands wrapped at Bobbi’s orders. Because Bobbi had had to actually order Daisy to wrap her hands.
Daisy was doing better. Bobbi saw it. She drank water enough water every day, she’d only had one nightmare in the past week, and she ate better as well. Of course, there were the infamous bad days, but she was getting better.
They called Nat every day. Or, Daisy called Nat every day, and Bobbi often popped in on their conversations. They dragged Tony out of his lab for food and something else than coffee. Bobbi helped Rhodey with rehabbing when he was around. Daisy and Visions cooked together sometimes. The hacker was teaching Peter to hack, and in return Peter helped her with maths and some light science. Because Daisy was going for her GED. Bobbi was so proud of her girlfriend.
Daisy was doing better. And Bobbi was slipping away. Cause there it was. That one word. Girlfriend. She wasn’t good at being someone’s girlfriend. Hunter had proved that. She could be someone’s friend. Friends with benefits she could do to. But the minute there were feelings involved, she felt herself slipping.
It wasn’t that she didn’t love. God knew she loved. She had loved Hunter more than anything. And look how that turned out. Married, divorced; together, screaming and crying. It had been an endless circle of braking up and making up. She had loved him, she really had. But it hadn’t been enough. She hadn’t been able to keep them together. They were supposed to be together. That’s what they had promised each other, in teary and hurried vows and whispered conversations. But it appeared that her love was broken, because they weren’t together anymore. Maybe she was broken.
And now… She called Daisy sweetheart. Rockstar. Told her she wasn’t going anywhere. And she wasn’t, really! But she couldn’t tell Daisy she loved her. She just couldn’t. Every time she tried, the words ended up stuck in her throat.
Daisy could say it. Daisy had said it. A few days ago for the first time, after Bobbi had offered her one of her signature hot chocolates with extra cinnamon, just how Daisy like it. She’d been startled by it, not quite expecting it from the younger girl. Daisy didn’t trust fast, didn’t love fast, but once she did, she did so fiercely. Bobbi was flattered. After their first kiss on the day Nat left, they’d become even closer. Bobbi slept in Daisy’s room more often than not, even when Daisy didn’t have nightmares. They started exchanging casual kisses and touches, grossing out Peter for fun on occasion. Bobbi made her hot chocolate and dinner, and Daisy recorded her favourite shows and put on Star Wars when Bobbi was tired. They were every bit of the domestic couple Bobbi could never be a part of.
Maybe she really was broken. Maybe she just didn’t love right.
She knew she loved Daisy. Daisy made her feel safe, and loved, and when they kissed… Well, Bobbi was pretty sure about her feelings. But she couldn’t say it. She knew that Daisy had noticed it. The way she changed the subject or laughed it away when Daisy said ‘I love you,’ the way she averted her eyes when Daisy looked at her like that.
She wanted to say it back. She wanted nothing more. But the words fell apart on her tongue before she had the chance to form them. She tried, time and time again, her heart breaking over the hope first and the disappointment that followed in Daisy’s eyes. But she couldn’t. Because if she did, then it was real, then they were real, and then she’d break them, and Daisy didn’t deserve that. Maybe she did, because she was broken. But Daisy deserved to be loved right.
“Bobbi?”
Bobbi blinked. Daisy appeared in her vision, blurry and shaky, but she was there.
“Are you okay, Bob? Why are you crying, love?”
Crying? Bobbi raised her hand to her face, surprised when her fingers touched wet cheeks. Oh. She quickly brushed away the tears with the back of her hand.
Daisy slowly edged closer. “Bobbi, look at me.” Bobbi looked at her, and Daisy smiled. “Hi. Can I… Am I good to touch you?”
Was she? Bobbi wasn’t sure. She settled for a one-shouldered shrug. Daisy nodded. “Okay, then I won’t. You want to you talk?” Bobbi quickly shook her head. “Sign language or morse code?”
Bobbi thought about it for a moment. Then she shook her head again. Daisy pulled a bottle of water out of nowhere, took a sip and then handed it to Bobbi. She took it tentatively, taking small sips of the water. She gave it back, Daisy smiling at her while she screwed the cap back on. “Is there anything I can do for you?”
Daisy was being so nice. Bobbi hated it. Because Daisy was being so nice, and she couldn’t even talk, let alone let her girlfriend – her girlfriend for God’s sake – know how much she loved her for it. She took a step away from Daisy, shaking her head from left to right. No. There was nothing Daisy could do. Daisy couldn’t fix her. Hunter couldn’t. Daisy wouldn’t be able to too.
And Daisy would beat herself up over it and she didn’t deserve that. Daisy Johnson deserved to be loved, and to be loved right. Daisy Johnson, warm, kind, soft, trusting, loving Daisy deserved better than Bobbi Morse, broken and unable to properly love.
“How about you go for a run? You can go around the compound, or you can run in the gym. I’m done here anyway,” Daisy proposed. Bobbi almost scoffed, because she knew for a fact that Daisy was far from done with her routine. She helped create the goddamn schedule for. Bobbi gestured to the door, hoping it was enough.
“Outside?” Daisy guessed, and Bobbi gave a relieved nod. Daisy hummed, walked back to the punching back and retrieved the hoody she’d been wearing for her warming up. She handed it to Bobbi, who recognised it as an old hoodie from Mack that she’d stolen years ago. Apparently, Daisy had stolen it from her, like most hoodies the girl wore.
She pulled it over her head, smiling a bit when she realised the hoodie smelt like Daisy now. She looked at her girlfriend, who sheepishly smiled back at her. “Don’t want you to catch a cold. You were annoying in rehab, and if you’re the same when you’re sick I don’t want it,” she joked. Bobbi’s smile grew a bit, just enough for Daisy to notice.
She turned around and walked to the door, the feeling of Daisy’s eyes boring into her back making her skin itch. In the doorway she stopped and turned back. “Thank you,” she whispered. Daisy beamed at her.
I love you.
She bit her tongue, turned around and walked away.
///
Dear Jemma,
I’m so incredibly glad that you wrote back. I’m happy to hear that you and the rest are in good health. I am less happy to hear that Coulson is so insistent on bringing me back. And I hope that the new director isn’t too hard on you all. If he gives you a hard time again, just tell him about that time you got kidnapped. Or that time you went undercover in Hydra. Or that time you survived six months on a different planet. You know, just to let him know you are amazing and badass and all that stuff.
To be honest, your remark of ‘I can’t not ask about you’ made me laugh, because I think that you are actually incapable of not asking after someone. Too kind for your own good. Anyways. I’ll answer what I can.
I’m honestly getting better. Less nightmares, I drink enough, and I can eat normally again. Not every day; there are still bad days where everything’s wrong, but they’re getting less. I can’t tell you were I am, but I can tell you that there’s good people here, who keep an eye on me. They make sure I rest enough and that I’m careful with my body and my mind.
As for my ‘mystery lover,’ as you so nicely put it, she is amazing, but I can’t tell you her name. Not in this letter at least. But she loves Star Wars and she makes the best hot chocolate you’ve ever tasted. Yeah, you know her. We’re good. I think. She’s… hesitant. But after her last relationship, well, it’s to be expected. We’ll get through it, I’m sure we will.
Now, that’s all I have to say for now. I almost feel guilty for asking, but can you tell how May and Mack are doing? I miss them. As I miss you all. I think I’ll come back at some point. You guys are my family, and you guys are my home. But not yet. Will you save a hug for me?
Love,
Daisy.
Daisy put the letter in an envelope, wrote Jemma’s name and the address of her new apartment on top and placed it back down on the desk. She sighed, twirling the pen in her fingers.
She didn’t like lying to Jemma, but what else was she supposed to say? That her girlfriend was slowly pulling back from her? That she was there whenever Daisy needed her, but when Daisy tried to repay the favour, she walked away like nothing happened? That she felt Bobbi slipping through her fingers, and there was nothing she could do about it?
Something cracked in her hand, and Daisy hummed when she realised she had been using her powers on the poor pen. Ink stained her hand, and she groaned. That was gonna take some time to get off.
She dropped the pen in the bin on her way to the kitchen and started working on cleaning it off. She chuckled inwardly at the irony of the movements. The last time she stood like this, scrubbing her skin raw, it had been red she’d been trying to wash off instead of dark blue. Last time, it had been Nat finding her, now it was Bobbi.
Daisy felt her girlfriend’s familiar heartbeat come closer, and speed up when she halted a couple feet behind her.
“Daisy?”
Gods, she sounded scared. Daisy quickly gave her a smile over her shoulder. “It’s just ink, Bobbi. I’m fine. The pen exploded, that’s all.” Bobbi looked hesitant, and Daisy couldn’t even blame her. “Come. You can see that it’s blue.”
Bobbi inched closer, her shoulders sagging in relief when she saw dark blue water go down the drain. Bobbi wrapped her arms tightly around Daisy from behind. “You had me scared for a second, rockstar.”
Rockstar. Daisy smiled. “It’s all right, Bob. I’m good. Better.” She closed the tap, satisfied enough with how clean her hands were. She gently moved out of Bobbi’s embrace to grab a towel and dry her hands, before turning back to her girlfriend. They looked at each other for a moment.
Eventually, Bobbi looked away, wringing her hands. “I was going to help Rhodey with his walking. I should probably go meet him in the gym,” she said, almost apologetically. Daisy just nodded. “You probably should. I’m gonna call Nat, I think.”
Bobbi looked back at the mention of Natasha, but limited her response to a nod as well, before turning around and walking away, leaving Daisy to wonder.
She just didn’t get it. One minute she hugged Daisy like her life depended on it, and the next she up and left without another word. With a sigh, she took out her phone and pulled up her contacts. She selected the right number from the three that were in there, and pressed call.
It got picked up on the second ring.
“Secure?”
If the paranoia hadn’t gotten to Daisy a long time ago, she would have laughed at the standard question the superspy started with. “Secure. Hi Nat.”
“Hey Daisy. How are you today?”
Daisy hummed something unintelligible, and Natasha chuckled on the other side of the phone. “Having an off-day?”
“You could call it that, I suppose. It’s just… It’s Bobbi,” she admitted. She could almost hear the eye roll from Nat, and she hurried to explain. “I’m not asking you for relationship advice, Nat. But I get thirty minutes to speak my mind and this is stuck on my mind, and yes this is relevant because it also effects my mental state cause Bobbi is turning away from me and I feel like I’m failing.”
There was a moment of silence, while Daisy took a deep breath, willing the tears away from her eyes. “Explain,” Nat said, ordered really. Daisy walked back to the couch, grabbing a water bottle from the counter on her way, and flopped down.
“Okay, well, where to start? You know we got together? Or actually, scratch that. You know we kissed. I’m not even sure we ever officially got together. I just call her my girlfriend in my head, but we’ve never had the talk. Which, by the way, makes me very… well, insecure now that I think about it. Anyways, we kissed, and now we sleep together almost every night,” Nat made a sound, and now Daisy was the one that rolled her eyes. “I meant actual sleeping, Nat. We didn’t… not yet. I just, can’t.”
“Hive?”
“Yeah.”
Natasha made a sympathetic noise. “Sorry bout that. So, you’re not girlfriends, but you are acting like girlfriends? I don’t see a problem, just talk to her.”
Daisy huffed. “Yeah, cause us spies are terrific at talking about our feelings.”
“You’re doing pretty alright right now.”
“It was either you or a therapist, and my last therapist turned out to be an Inhuman with a nack for killing other Inhumans. You actually get it. It’s different.”
“Is it really?”
“I hate you.”
“I know. I hate you too.”
Daisy breathed out, closing her eyes. Natasha’s voice sounded soft in her ear. “She’s pulling away, isn’t she?”
Daisy nodded, then realised her friend couldn’t see that. “Yeah,” she said instead. “She is. And I don’t know why and I don’t know what I did wrong or how I can fix this and… I don’t know, Nat.”
Her voice broke at the end, and she cursed herself when a tear rolled down her cheek.
Pathetic. At least with me, you knew I wanted you. And you know you wanted me. You know you want me. You pathetic little thing.
“Nat,” she gasped. She heard a ruffle on the other side of the phone, the spy no doubt on full alert at the agony in her voice.“What is it, Daisy? Talk to me. Are you with me?” The concern in Nat’s voice was touching, really.
“I’m hearing him again.”
Another long moment of silence, then, “I think she is scared, Daisy. Of messing up, of tearing the two of you apart.”
“Why?”
“For someone so smart, you can be so blind sometimes. Think about it. What was her last relationship like?” Natasha asked.
Daisy thought for a moment. “Hunter? Screaming, crying, perfect storms,” she summed up with a hint of amusement, although she felt far from laughing.
“Don’t use Taylor Swift against me. But yes, that. I think she feels responsible for their divorce and their breakups. And before you say anything about that, they were a good couple but something went wrong that made them… not compatible anymore. And it was both of them, really. But knowing Bobbi, she probably blames herself.”
“And she’s scared she’ll do it again,” Daisy realised. “Fuck, I’m so stupid.”
Stupid. Pathetic. A burden. At least I made you worth something. Daisy shook her head to get rid of the voice.
“I want to say you’re not, but maybe a bit,” Nat quipped.
“What do I do?”
“Well fucking talk to her, I’d think,” her friend deadpanned. “And be honest. Don’t… don’t spare her feelings. She won’t like that. She’s trying to protect you, not hurt you. She’s just not doing a particularly good job, but oh well. We all just try.”
“I’ll talk to her,” Daisy promised. She hesitated for a moment. “I miss you.”
“Too bad, I’m good in Norway.” Daisy could almost see the redhead’s smile. “Why don’t you come visit?”
“I would like that.”
“Good. I’ll be expecting you soon then. When you get here, I can teach you how to cook more than pasta.”
“And what are you eating now?”
The pause was enough of an answer for Daisy, who chuckled at her friend.
“And we can… maybe we can talk about that other thing you said.” Natasha sounded strangely hesitant, almost nervous. Daisy couldn’t stop her lips from curling into a soft smile. “I think that would be nice. Thank you.”
“Anytime, nebol'shaya drozh',” Natasha replied warmly. There was a loud crashing sound on Nat’s side, followed by a string of Russian curses. “I gotta go, Daisy. The power is out. Again.”
Daisy laughed. “That sounds like more half warm pasta. I’ll see you soon, Nat. Hate you.”
“Hate you too. See you soon.”
Daisy hang up and closed her eyes. Just talk to Bobbi. She could do this.
///
Left. Right. Left, left, right. Kick, right. Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
“I think I was listening to the same song when I came to New York.”
Bobbi startled and twirled around. Daisy stood in the doorway of the gym with an apologetic look. “Sorry,” the girl said sheepishly. Bobbi shook her head. “’s Okay. I was just… distracted.”
Daisy edged closer, still slightly hesitant, and Bobbi forced herself to relax. She opened her arms, and Daisy gratefully stepped into the embrace. “It’s okay, Dee. I promise.” She squeezed her. “But as revenge you’re now trapped in this sweaty and gross embrace!”
Daisy squealed and tried to wiggle her way out of Bobbi’s arms, but Bobbi held on tight, poking Daisy’s side and laughing as Daisy yelped. Daisy responded with a soft quake, loosening Bobbi’s grip so the Inhuman could crouch down and sweep Bobbi’s legs from under her. Bobbi went down with a soft thud, barely catching herself before she felt Daisy’s weight pin her down to the floor, amused yet slightly concerned eyes boring into her. “Did I hurt you?” the girl asked, concern leaking into her voice.
“Never,” Bobbi said simply. Daisy’s eyes started to shine and a soft smile appeared on her face. Then suddenly the smile disappeared, and she moved of Bobbi. Bobbi came up to a sitting position after her. “Daisy? What’s wrong?”
The girl gave her a small, sad smile. “We need to talk, Bobbi.” Bobbi inhaled sharply. She’d known this moment was coming. She just had been foolish enough to hope, to think even, that it would last a little longer. But of course she’d caught Daisy’s hurt and longing looks. Of course she’d noticed Daisy reaching out for her. She just was slipping away. Maybe it was time to end this. Maybe if Daisy’s couldn’t keep her from slipping then no one could. And then it wasn’t fair to Daisy to keep her hoping. So, she took a deep breath.
“You’re gonna break up with me,” she said resignedly. Daisy had been watching her carefully, and she startled a bit at your words. “No!” she hastened to say. “Not unless you want me to. I don’t want to, I really don’t. But, we do need to talk about some things.”
Bobbi looked up at her, knowing and not even caring at the hope that undoubtedly showed in her eyes and voice. “Really?” Daisy nodded, the soft smile from earlier returning. “Really.”
This time, it was Daisy who opened her arms for Bobbi. Bobbi let herself enjoy the hug for a moment, before pulling back. “Give me five minutes to clean up a bit, then I’ll come to the common room?”
Daisy nodded, getting up and offering her hand. “Of course. I’ll make you some coffee.”
Bobbi walked into the common room, wearing a clean-ish hoodie and sweatpants, her hair wet from where she’d taken a high speed shower. She dropped herself on the couch, where Daisy wordlessly handed her a cup of coffee. She took it with a small smile and took a sip. “So,” she started hesitantly. “I eh…”
“I need you, Bobbi,” Daisy burst out. Bobbi quicky shut her mouth. “I need you, because I love you and I trust you, and you don’t have to say it back, but I do need you, and you’re pulling away and I feel like you’re slipping from me and I’m not good enough to keep you here…” She took a deep breath, more a desperate gasp than anything else. Bobbi looked down at her lap, not knowing what to say I'm return.
After a few more desperate breaths, Daisy continued. “I love you Bobbi. I need you, I want you, with doubts and downsides and all. You help me, you make me feel safe in a way no one has before. But you have to let me do the same for you. Because I can’t keep watching you pull away from me, like I’mnot enough, because that just fucking hurts.”
Bobbi finally looked up at Daisy, her eyes meeting those brown eyes she’d come to love so much. Daisy reached up to brush a tear from her cheek, and only then Bobbi realised she was crying. “I’m sorry,” she gasped. “I just… I don’t know how to… how to…” Her voice faded.
The cup was pulled gently from her hands, two soft hands taking its place, gripping tightly onto her own. “Talk to me, Bobbi. Please. I won’t judge you, or hate you, or care for you any less.” Bobbi nodded mutely. “I know. But every time I try to talk, the words just get stuck in my throat and I end up saying something else or just nothing at all.”
She looked down at their joined hands. “I want to say it back. Cause I… I care for you so much. But the last time I said it, I fucked it up. I don’t want to fuck this up,” she admitted softly, her eyes meeting Daisy’s again. Daisy gave her an encouraging nod, and Bobbi hesitantly continued.
“I don’t want to fuck this up, because you don’t deserve that. You deserve the best, and all the love in the world, and I can’t even give you that. And now, I hurt you because I can’t even talk about this like a normal person, i can't even be vulnerable with my girlfriend. I hurt you because I can’t love properly. And I… I think I might be broken.” She hated how small her voice sounded. She hated how vulnerable she was being. She would have run away from herself if she could. But Daisy was still there.
Daisy, who looked at her like she hung the moon and the stars, even now. Daisy, who squeezed her hands and pulled her closer, into a warm and loving embrace.
“Thank you, for telling me, Bob. But, I need you to know three things. One, you don’t have to say it back. It’s okay. You’ll get there. Two, you didn’t fuck it up. You and Hunter, you two just didn’t work anymore. And that’s okay. But it’s not your fault. Call him, and he’ll tell you the same. And three, you, Bobbi Morse, are not broken. And I will do anything I can to show you that even if you feel like that sometimes, and even if you really break, I love you. No, you’re not normal. But do you really think I could be with someone who is normal? Have you seen the bucket of trauma that I am?”
Bobbi laughed hoarsely, calming down with Daisy’s steady heartbeat under her ear and her arms wrapped around her. “You’re my bucket of trauma,” she whispered with a smile. Daisy chuckled underneath her. “Good. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
They stayed like that for a while, Daisy holding her tight. Bobbi took a deep breath. “Daisy?”
Daisy hummed. “Yeah?”
“I…” I love you. “I’m sorry I hurt you by not talking to you. I want to be better. But I, I don’t know if I can? I don’t know how to be someone’s girlfriend. Not, not really. Will you help me?”
She felt Daisy shift underneath her, and turned her head to look Daisy in the eyes. Daisy was smiling at her. “Of course. And for the record, I think you’re doing an amazing job already.”
Daisy smile disappeared, and Bobbi immediately reached out. “Dee?” Daisy shook her head, a sheepish smile on her face. “I’m sorry, Bob. For pushing you, and for not understanding this sooner, and for not talking with you sooner.”
Bobbi shook her head. “You didn’t push me, and I was the one who should have talked to you.”
“How about we talk to each other?” Daisy offered. Bobbi nodded and smiled. She leaned forward to capture Daisy’s lips in a kiss. “I’d like that,” she mumbled.
Daisy smiled and returned the kiss. Then suddenly a violent tremor rocked through both of them, and Bobbi was pushed of the couch with Daisy jumping over the backrest of the couch.
“Daisy!” Bobbi scrambled over the couch, to find Daisy with one hand pressed against her head and one keeping her up. She gave Bobbi a worried and concerned look. “I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you?”
Bobbi shook her head, moving to sit down across from Daisy, who relaxed a bit. “What happened? Are you okay?”
Daisy hesitated, then sighed. “If we’re going to be honest from now on, this seems like a good place to start. I’m hearing Hive again. In my head. Sometimes Lincoln too. He startled me.” Bobbi gaped at her. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Daisy threw her a pained look, and Bobbi quickly took it back. “Fuck, yeah. I really screwed up. Did… Did you at least tell someone? Nat?” Daisy nodded, the guilt in her eyes cutting through Bobbi like a knife. Bobbi took Daisy’s hand from her head and squeezed it gently, cupping Daisy’s cheek with her other hand.
“I’m so, so sorry that you felt you couldn’t talk to me. Please, you can always talk to me. Even if I’m angry, or sad, or busy, or anything, you can always talk to me. You hear me?”
“Yeah,” Daisy breathed. “I’m sorry I didn’t.” Bobbi smiled at her. “It’s okay. You told Nat. And you’re telling me now.” Daisy smiled back, a small smile, but a smile nevertheless.
Bobbi stood up, and moved back onto the couch, pulling Daisy with her. The Inhuman basically fell into her lap, but did so with a huff and a smile. Then, Daisy fell serious again. She looked Bobbi in the eyes. “We’re gonna be okay?”
Bobbi let her forehead fall against Daisy’s. “Yeah, I think so. In the end we'll be okay."