Home Is Just A Feeling
“Come with me.” An all too familiar voice called out to Daisy. “Where?” She asks.
“Home.” She turns to face Coulson. Her eyes glisten in the light and remains so still that she almost forgets to breathe.
“But I don’t know what home is Coulson. I’ve never had one.”
She bits her lip and her eyes begin getting a little wet. Coulson moves a bit closer to her. He stops when he is a few feet away from her.
“All I know is that, I caused the team so much pain and suffering that I don’t deserve forgiveness.” She spits out the last four words, then looks to the ground. Coulson frowns and opens his mouth to speak.
“Daisy,” He begins slowly. He reaches his hand out and uses two fingers to tilt her chin upward. Her eyes rise to look up at him. “Forgiveness isn’t earned. It’s given because everyone deserves a second chance.” After a moment of silence, Daisy spoke up.
“I didn’t mean what I said.”
“Yes you did,”
She shakes her head slightly before walking a few steps closer to him. “I said some unforgivable things.” She admits, trying to keep her voice to a whisper. Coulson could hear the tremble in her voice while she spoke.
“Yeah,” He looks into her eyes before continuing. “But you had no choice.” On the brink of tears she stares at Coulson, who is trying to hold back a wave of tears himself.
“I know it’s not because you don’t love us,” He continues. She tilts her head up so that their eyes are at the same level. “It’s because you don’t love yourself.” He whispered.
Coulson was right. She did love the team, more than herself. They are everything to her and she would never forgive herself if something happened to one of them.
“And that’s okay, I’m willing to teach you.” Coulson gives a small smile before pulling Daisy into a tight hug.
She practically melts right into him, taking as much strength as she could from his warm embrace. She tries to hold her tears back for as long as possible but fails. She instantly realizes how much she had missed this feeling, whatever it was called.
She lets out a sob and tears roll down her cheeks, uncontrollably, one after another. She doesn’t know why she cried; but she did. She buries her face into Coulson’s shirt and cries.
She cries about all the blood she has spilt. She cries about how she hurt the only people who actually cares for her. Coulson doesn’t say anything as she breaks down, he just keeps his arms wrapped around her, his daughter.
The one who had been hurt so bad but somehow managed to repair a little piece of mind. She was resilient. The one who had gone through so much with so little understanding of the basic foundation of life. She was a fighter.
The one who had a family who was willing to take care and forgive her but she didn’t even realize it. She was lost. But is going to find her way home. One day.
Over the years he had learned that home wasn’t a place, home is just a feeling. And to him, what he was currently feeling, it was the feeling of home.