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“You look like you just got back from a fight, how did you convinced the girl?” asked the guy once Daisy came back with some clothes. She looked at him puzzled.
“That's because I just got back from a fight,” she said, handing him one of the bag. “She knows me and helps me, that's all,” she said then, starting the van. “So, any remember?” she asked, and without a word the guy nodded.
“Great,” answered Daisy with a sigh. She wanted so bad to smash the head on the steering wheel, but she cared too much about it.
“I have an idea,” she said then.
“Why can't we just stay in the van?” asked the guy once they stopped. Daisy took the bag and handed him a jacket to cover his shirt and did the same. She didn't care about the make up or the hair, but she thought that seeing the blood on their clothes could alarm somebody.
“Because we need a shower and because I'm not using my powers in here, now get down,” she replied.
The hotel was little, but it had what they needed: bed, shower, food. And it was inexpensive.
“Two single rooms,” Daisy said. The woman at the reception smiled.
“Don't you prefer a double?” she asked politely. Daisy rolled her eyes, putting the card on the wood between them.
“Two single,” she said again. The woman smile faded a bit, but she took two card and gave them.
“Name?” Daisy froze a bit. She couldn't gave her real name, the S.H.I.E.L.D. could find her by that.
“Poots,” replied calmly. “Mary Sue Poots.” The woman got distracted typing at the Computer, so the guy got close to Daisy and asked in a low voice.
“Mary Sue Poots?” he was holding a laugh by the tone of his voice, and that made Daisy smile a little.
“It was my first name – the legal one.” she replied. He gave her a little nod.
“Where did you get the money by the way? You don't seem to have a well-paid job – no offence.” Daisy turned to him, lips curled in a little grimace.
“Don't ask,” she said while the woman told them the rooms. Daisy took the card, gave her a little smile, and then walked straight to the stairs. “Now go get a shower and then come to my room, I'm going to try something,” she told him, handing him one of the cards. He looked puzzled, but he nodded a little and took the card. While doing it, their hands meet and Daisy frooze: vibration runned all down her spine, but not the human-body kind. He was wearing gloves, so she hadn't noticed before.
“You –” she started, but stopped again.
“Don't ask,” the guy said, and then entered the room.