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Daisy wasn’t particularly happy and she had all the intentions to let Coulson know about it. The Agreement of Sokovia was giving her more headaches than the strictly necessary.
Walking down the Playground hallway, all the agents who saw her rushed to get out of her way. Being between Daisy Johnson and whoever have pissed her off wasn’t a very good idea. All around her the window glasses were shaking, not enough to be visible, but she knew what she was doing, she could feel it after all.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, being try the key word in that sentence. Let’s say that seeing Lincoln coming towards her down the hallway didn’t exactly helped in her current situation. The glasses started to shake with more force, visibly, and people poked their heads to the hallway to try and see what was going on. Not that that was exactly a brilliant idea considering what she was capable of. Another thing to discuss with Coulson, the ineptness of the new SHIELD agents. If they wanted to go out to the field sooner rather than later they would have to learn a thing or two about self preservation.
Making a mental note to discuss that with Coulson later, she resumed walking with more decision and force in every step. The look on her face was one of sheer determination and nothing was going to keep her from talking with Coulson.
“Daisy” started Lincoln stepping in front of her and blocking her way “Did you have any time to think about what I told you?” she didn’t have precisely a lot of time to spare. “I think we have to talk” he said nonchalantly.
“Talk? There is nothing to talk about, I have already settled my mind” So many electricity must have burned some neurons or something.
“Even more so, we need to talk.” He said with a tone that Daisy didn’t liked, not one bit.
“Lincoln, my decision is final.”
“Daisy, you don’t get what it is like” it sounded like a plea.” That she didn’t got it? That she didn’t got what it was like? Yes, most definitely he had burned a few of his neurons. Deciding that her energy was better off saved for the upcoming discussion with Coulson, she send him flying backwards with a gesture of the hand.
“I said” she stated stepping past him “that I have already settled my mind and that's it”
All the agents nearby went back to the place where they were before. None of them had a death wish, thank you very much and getting in Agent Johnson’s way would earn them, at least, a journey to the medical bay.
Daisy stepped in to Coulson’s office, much more calmer than earlier. ‘Here goes nothing’ she thought to herself. “So Sky..sorry, Daisy, have you make a decision yet?”
“In all honesty I don’t like the idea very much, but I don’t see a lot of differences between the Index, and what is being asked from us in the Agreement of Sokovia.” she took a deep breath ‘Here we go’ “However, a lot of people fear us, fear the Index. So I will not give this order, I won’t force the Inhumans to write their names down on that list.”
Coulson leaned back on his chair “I see…”
“I will, however, write my own name down on that list. I think that they are right, we need some sort of regulation.” Coulson leaned forward on his desk, covering his prosthetic hand with the real one.
“You have come a really long way from the girl I picked up on her van, afraid of the men in suits.” She wasn't afraid of them, but Daisy decided not to argue. “Well then, pick up your stuff, I think agent Romanoff will, for once, appreciate some help. You leave as soon as you finish packing.” Daisy was shocked, didn’t the Avengers thought him dead?, Coulson let out a knowing smile “You didn’t thought, Fury was able to keep this from her, now did you? I will let her know that you will be meeting her in DC, close to what used to be the Triskelion.”
Daisy let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, she started to go towards the door but she hesitated “Thank you, D.C.”
“Don’t mention it.” Daisy turned around again and was almost out when he called her back. “Ah, and Daisy, good luck. You will need it.”
With that, she left. Nobody knew what the future hold for her. Unconsciously rubbing her left forearm, where her soulmark was, she went to pack. There, on her skin for every body to see when she was wearing short sleeves, five simple words:
‘Coulson said you were coming.’