Coming clean
“We’re going to need to get back across the river.” Scott told them as they reached the bridge. “We can ether walk, or you guys can let me drive.”
“Walk” the two said quickly.
“Fine…”
“You never got around to telling me what happened after I… died” Lincoln said.
“It was… hard.” Daisy admitted “I…”
“She went off the deep end.” Scott interrupted.
“I felt responsible… I ran away…” She continued.
“From?”
“Everything.” She said.
“We had just been made legit again, two.” Scott explained “Coulson, wanting to remain in the shadows, stepped down as director, partly to chase after Daisy.”
“wait… are you telling me I stayed on your world?" Daisy asked
“Yes, Director Johnson” Lincoln asked with a stupid smile. Scott quickly joined in.
“God I wish you could have met the guy we got stuck with.” Scott said.
“What was he like?”
“Think Michael Scott with super powers.” Scott said
“Who?” They both asked
“The Office?” He looked at the two “Christ am I the only person who still watches TV?”
“Why is everything pop culture with you?” Daisy asked.
“It’s how I see the world.” Scott said followed by a low sigh. “Might as well come clean. Lincoln, could you give us a second?”
The other man nodded and stepped away.
I…I don’t like to admit this,” Scott said, sitting down on the hood of one of the crashed cars “but… when I was in the first grade, I was diagnosed with an extremely mild form of Asperger Syndrome.”
“Which is what?”
“A… the doctors and my parents described it to me as a ‘relative’ of autism. I know that is a massive simplification, but that’s usually the easiest way to explain it. It’s there. I know it’s there. I do my best to keep it under control, but sometimes… It’s why I compare everything to movies and TV. It’s why sometimes I don’t know when to shut up.”
“Scott… I…” she started to say
“I shared that under the ‘Cards on the table’ rule, but that is not to be mentioned to anyone, ever. I’m begging you. I don’t want to be treated with kid gloves. I don’t want people… I’m going to have enough problems when other people find out I’m an Inhuman, I don’t want people thinking any less of me.”
“I don’t think any less of you.” She said as she gave him a hug “You’re braver than most of them will ever been anyway. Thanks for trusting me.”
“God, I love you.” He told her
“I love you two.”
The two ran to catch up to Lincoln.
“I wonder how the other’s got along without us.”
They soon found out.
As they neared the hanger, they heard yelling. They saw Jemma running towards them
“OH THANK GOD!” She yelled, bear hugging Scott and Daisy before shrieking in fright at the sight of Lincoln.
“Sorry, forgot about you.” She said, catching her breath.
“No problem…”
“what’s the matter?” Daisy asked.
“I think its cabin fever. Fitz and Thawne are constantly arguing. Seven is showing signs of clinical depression, and Jas has had false labor twice. The only people with our heads on straight are myself and Barry and he’s currently trying to prevent my husband and his new ‘best friend’ from killing each other. How was your day?”
“We met the local Thor.” Scott said walking onto the plane “He gave us Captain America’s shield.”
Jemma just stood there for a moment perplexed before following them inside.
A few minutes later, the black jet hovered gracefully over the city, before vanishing in a bright blue light. And silence fell over the world, save for one lone man, once a god, watching.
“good luck…” He said to them quietly. “Still a daft prospect… But, then again… sometimes, daft just works.”
Meanwhile….
“Hail Hydra. Hail Mistress.” May said, saluting. Gone was the loyal CHIMERA member, the friend of Jas and her Daisy. In her place was a loyal slave to the goddess before her.
“Excellent work, my pet.” Morse said to her look alike at her feet.
“I live to serve you, my Mistress.” Kelly replied, playing with a strand of her hair
“Well it’s time for your reward. Sara, Ava, please take dear sweet Kelly to processing and have her reset. Then send her home.”
“Home? No! I want to stay. Please. I don’t want to back! I was miserable after my husband divorced me! Mistress! Please!” She screamed as the two women in black carried her off.
Morse rose from her seat and walked toward May.
“You, Millie, are going to be all mine.”
“I live to serve you, my mistress” May repeated
“No, call me Bobbi.” Taking a crown she had on off “I want to pick up right where we left off.” Morse said, kissing the other woman.