Lunchtime Revelations
“You mean there are no restrictions on meat consumption? There’s no rationing? You can eat what you want, when you want?” Skye asked.
She, Daisy, Scott, Simmons and Fitz had just sat down in a nearby McDonalds. The place had been renovated recently and if you were going to eat in they’d bring your food to your table.
“Does this place have good clam chowder?” Skye asked.
“No, it’s McDonalds... It’s fast food… Hamburgers… “Daisy told her, marveling to herself she actually had to explain McDonalds of all things to someone.
The look on Skye’s face made it seem like she’d died and gone to food heaven.
“Hamburgers? REAL hamburgers? Hamburgers made of actual cow meat?”
The staff members bought their food and Skye went to town.
“You eat like you’ve been starved all your life.” Fitz pointed out.
“It’s just” Skye said, between mouthfuls of French fries “Ever since the weather went nuts, good food has been a luxury, but that was before I was even born. It’s mostly been easy to grow, hardy stuff. Kale, grains, seaweed, stuff like that. There’s plenty of ration bars, though. And my Jemma has had me on some new vitamins the last few months.”
“That explains the coffee.” Scott said, remembering when he’d offered Skye some when she first showed up. “Coffee plants are fragile and only grown in certain areas.”
“Skye?” Daisy asked “I don’t mean to be intrusive, but can I ask you something personal?”
“Sure” her twin said with a chicken mcnugget in her mouth.
“The baby your wife Jemma is carrying. Do you mind if I ask… Who’s the biological father?”
Skye didn’t seem bothered by the question. “Oh… It’s a friend from the SSR. He’s in charge of the armory. Really, really nice guy. He’s one of those people pleasers who want to be everyone’s friend. His name’s Grant. Grant Ward.”
Agent Daisy Johnson, the woman known to the world as the hero super spy Quake, was suddenly making a bee-line to the bathroom clutching her mouth and gagging. The other three sat there, eyes wide in stunned silence.
“Was it something I said?” Skye said, still eating.
Fitz, Scott and Jemma just sat there, all sharing “you wanna tell her?” looks.
“Skye,” Jemma said with some nervousness in her voice, choosing to be the one to speak “The Grant Ward we knew was Hydra. He started off as a mole in S.H.I.E.L.D. He tried to be our friend, saved our lives a few times, especially mine. He and Daisy even fell in love… but, once the truth got out, he also tried to kill us several times. He stranded Fitz and I at the bottom of the ocean. He tortured a good friend of ours, a woman I owe my life to. He caused us so much pain and suffering. But that’s in the past. He’s dead now. Good riddance…” Jemma decided to leave out the part about Hive taking over his body and brainwashing Daisy and nearly taking over the world or being that cause of Lincoln’s death.
By this point Daisy had returned, whipping her face with a napkin.
“You OK?” Scott asked
“I’m Sorry” Skye said.
“It’s not your fault, you didn’t know.” Daisy told her.
They sat quietly while they finished their food. They were about ready to leave when Daisy’s phone rang. It was May.
“Daisy, we just got word in from Elena, we’ve got an emergency. Some details on a deal involving R1. Mack and I are going to leave in the one Quinjet, head back to Zephyr One and look into this while Coulson heads back to base in the other. I want you four to keep an eye on Skye.”
“You sure you want to leave me out on this?”
“R1 might have a few of your LMD copies still in storage. Last thing we need is to try and figure out which one of you is real in an emergency. We’re already plus one in the “you” department today...”
Daisy hung up and explained to the others what she’d just been told. “I think we just all got the day off…”