Meeting (old) friends
‘Let me guess, you were hunting watchdogs?’ Natasha sounded amused. It was 2 in the night, but apparently Nat hadn’t felt like sleeping anymore then Daisy had.
‘Indeed.’ Daisy replied absent-mindedly, she had just gotten after a crew of watchdogs, but it hadn’t been just them she’d found. She’d ran into Jojo as well. Daisy was glad she’d taken her gloves for the mission today, because if she hadn’t, Daisy wasn’t sure what Jojo would’ve done then. Elena Rodriguez wasn’t the type of person to let a friend suffer. Not to mention the fact that she’d had to use her powers a lot more than planned. Jojo hadn’t realized but the weapon the man had used, had been an 084 that Daisy had retrieved on her second mission with the team, in Peru. The team had just started trusting Daisy again at that point. She’d blown it of course. How had the watchdogs gotten their hands on it? Another worry was the fact that somewhere in the fight, Jojo had killed her cousins murder. Daisy couldn’t blame her, but she did worry about her friend. Would this change her?
‘Hello? Earth to Daisy.’ Natasha said, the spy had basically moved into the compound as well. She’d lived in another compound up until that point, but apparently even a world-famous Avenger preferred being around another woman for a change. Daisy couldn’t blame her.
‘Yeah, sorry, I just ran into an old friend from S.H.I.E.L.D. who’d just signed the accords. It was weird seeing her again, fighting alongside her, all the while still lying to her. Lying about who I am, what I’m doing...’ Daisy gave a sad smile. ‘It just feels wrong.’
Nat nodded, understanding.
Daisy suppressed a jawn, causing Nat to push her towards her room.
‘You need to sleep.’
Daisy just rolled her eyes. ‘Yes mom.’
Natasha laughed and went into her own bedroom. Daisy had tried to sneak glances at her room, but as was probably a second nature to the spy, the bedroom was always locked. Natasha never actually allowed Daisy to even glance through the door so naturally Daisy wanted to know how the room had been decorated. Logically, Daisy reasoned it had to be Spartan, as the woman was a badass. But that didn’t stop Daisy from maintaining hope that her shelves were stacked with books, and she had some childish things. It probably was a silly hope, but it was fun to imagine it.
Daisy fell asleep as soon as she hit her pillows. For a change her dreams weren't nightmares about real life, but a nightmare about her sneaking into the Black Widows room and some weird things on the shelves. All of which talked.
When Daisy woke up the next morning she shook her head, trying to shake the weird dream out of her head. She was certain that Natasha wouldn’t have a stuffed bear in her room that threatened her. Especially not that second part. The inhuman considered eating some food but decided against it. By now it was 8:00 Am but Daisy had learned to never sleep in while under both Wards and later May’s watching eyes. May especially would ruin you if you slept in. Even on a calm day. She’d woken up with a bucket cold water in her face once too many times. Which was why she could still not sleep after 7:30 on a day off. On a work day she would even get out of bed at 6:00.
Daisy started with a run, the sun had already come up and the temperature was perfect. Daisy had found herself rather enjoying a run without actually running from something, so she now did it twice daily. She currently ran about 6 Miles in the morning, and nearly ten in the evening. Daisy checked her pulse on her smartwatch and with headphones in her ears she started the day of happy.
When she came back, Nat had already started her day as well, doing a hundred push-ups. Daisy did 20 pull-ups to pass the time, and when they’d both finished, they went for breakfast. They exchanged some more mission stories Daisy telling Nat about their goodbye to Bobbi and Hunter.
‘I’ve worked alongside them, they were good agents.’ Natasha says.
‘They still are, no matter their job.’
Daisy’s phone rang, Nat had gone to her private with Colleen and Daisy had finished hers only an hour before. The caller ID said ‘Peter Parker.’
‘With Daisy,’
‘Hi Daisy, it’s Peter, I wanted to ask you for a favor, me and a friend are working on a project for computer science right now but our program isn’t working, it’s on a raspberry, so I can’t send it. Do you mind coming over to my house to explain what I’m doing wrong?’ Peter managed to say that in under a second, somehow.
‘Yes of course, I’ll be there in 30.’
‘Thank you so much.’ Peter hung up the phone. Daisy smiled, this boy had a way of working himself inside of everyone’s hearts. Daisy wondered who he’d have around his fingers faster, May or Coulson. Honestly, she suspected that while AC would be nicer faster, May would truly care for him before Coulson even had the chance.
When Daisy arrived at Peter’s apartment, a woman opened the door.
‘Hello, my name is Daisy, I know Peter through his internship, and he asked me to help him locate a problem in his program?’
‘My name is May, I’m Peters aunt, thank you for helping him, I assume you work at SI?’
‘I’m a consultant of sorts.’
Daisy was led through the apartment to Peter's room. The room was pretty clean, and was similar to the rooms of most teenage boys she’d met. Posters on the wall, (including an Iron Man one) toys and stuff all over the floor, there was a bookshelf with fantasy books and comics on it. Titles varying from ‘Percy Jackson, -Rick Riordan’ and ‘Harry Potter’ to comics of Batman, Superman, and even some comics of real heroes. Daisy snorted when seeing a ‘spider-man’ comic on top of one pile. Peter and another boy were sitting behind a computer screen. They’d set up the separate screen aside of a laptop, the screen showed the interface of a Raspberry without a GUI.
‘Hi Peter.’
‘Oh.’ Peter turned around, ‘Hi Daisy, this is Ned. Ned this is Daisy.’
‘You’re here to help with finding out what’s wrong?’ The other boy, Ned, asked.
‘Yes, do you mind if I have a look?’
‘Of course not.’
Daisy looked at the code approvingly, the boys had properly used pseudocode to indicate what they were doing aside from just programming. Daisy assumed that this ‘Ned.’ was the brains behind the program, as Peter had told her that he was better at chemistry and physics. After reading the pseudocode to find out what the program was supposed to do, she ran the program and checked the error message. Daisy rolled her eyes. The error message every programmer knew. Either the teens had forgotten a bracket or a column and it could easily be overlooked when looking for errors. Especially since they often gave the wrong line for the error.
Daisy went back to the program, scrolled down to line 523, looked and now easily spotted the problem, there was a third bracket where there only were two needed. She corrected it, ran the program, that now worked flawlessly and admired the work.
‘Oh my god.’ Ned said. ‘How did I miss that?’
Daisy smiled. ‘I somehow doubt there is any programmer in the world who’s written a program with over a hundred lines of code without one syntax error. For as long as you can avoid the logical ones, you are doing great.’
‘I feel sorry for getting you all the way here for something as simple as a bracket.’ Peter said.
‘Don’t worry about it, it’s not like I had anything better to do. Besides, this coding is incredibly advanced for a high school student. I bet you are Ms Smith's favorite?’ That last bit was directed towards Ned.
‘Not possible, Ms Smiths hates everyone.’ Ned said.
Daisy raised her brows at that, the woman had been her mentor and Daisy had been her favorite student. Whenever she got into trouble Ms Smith kept the notes as souvenirs. She’d visited the school a few years back and apparently there still was no one who got into trouble even slightly as much as Daisy used to. Daisy had then asked whether that meant that she was still her favorite and the woman had just raised her eyes to the ceiling and laughed. Daisy still considered that a yes.
Peter, however, nodded in agreement, so Daisy decided that they probably didn’t look up trouble as much as she herself used to do. She smirked. The boys saw that. So Daisy spent some more time with the teenagers telling them about old pranks. She also taught them some new tricks they could use when programming to decrease their number of lines. The boys reminded her slightly of Fitzsimmons and Daisy enjoyed their company.