Jo’s hand began to shake as she reached for her coffee. She quickly withdrew her hand, spotting the waitress who was glancing at her.
“You alright hun?”
“Yeah, just waiting for it to cool down.” Jo smiled at the woman. The waitress nodded and walked on.
“Says the girl who likes her coffee so hot I’m pretty sure it could be considered lava” Phil mumbled as he sat down across from Jo. “How’s rehab going?”
“As good as to be expected,” Jo held up her hand that was still slightly shaking. “Tony’s mentioned some experiments he could do to repair the nerves, but I turned him down.”
“You still wear the gloves.”
“The scars are a bit more than most people’s stomachs can handle.”
“I still don’t understand,” Phil shook his head as he spoke. “Why’d you, do it?”
Jo sighed, “I’ve talked about this.”
“Yes, yes, you wanted to make it bleed! But you kept hitting even after you knew it wouldn’t.”
“I couldn’t make it bleed, so I made me bleed,” Jo stated, looking out the window of the diner. “How do you like being the director?”
“It sucks!” Coulson spat. “Kind of wish I was an agent again.”
Jo shook her head and smiled. “But we all know you’re the best man for the job.”
“So, where’s your dad?” Phil asked ignoring Jo’s comment.
“On a mission.”
“And you’re not there because…?”
“He doesn’t think I’m ready,” Jo growled, recalling her argument with Steve.
“It’s been a year! Doesn’t he know about the solo missions you’ve been on?”
“Of course not! He’d flip! Honestly, the man looks at like a broken child. Makes me miss the days of being alone.”
Phil nodded in understanding. “You always have a place at Shield, if you want it.”
“That’d be going from one team to another,” Jo shook her head.
“Are you actually considering leaving?”
Jo did not have an answer. To be honest she had thought about it, but knew Steve would scour the Earth for her if she did.
“Jo? What’s going on inside that head of yours?” Phil asked gently. He reached across the table and took her trembling hands in his.
“I miss him,” She croaked. It hurt to say it, but it was true. Everywhere she looked was another reminder of the love she had lost. And time didn’t seem to be healing anything.
Before Phil could respond, everyone’s attention turned towards the small television as the waitress raised the volume. A news reporter was talking about an explosion at a hospital in Lagos. The explosion, she was saying, was caused by the Avengers.
“I gotta go!” both Phil and Jo whispered before rushing out of the diner.
Jo jumped onto her bike and its engine roared to life. She sped off towards the Avengers facility.
“Friday! Where’s Steve?” Jo shouted upon entering the compound.
“Captain Rogers is with Miss Maximoff. But Mr. Stark has called a team meeting in the conference room.”
“Thanks!”
“You’re welcome Supreme Leader Jo.”
Jo smirked at the title. She had figured out how to change her name in Friday’s system within the first week of living at the compound. Although she had received a disapproving look from Steve, it had made Tony laugh.
“Ah! Agent Carter, Glad you could join us!”
“Mr. Secretary,” Jo muttered sitting down beside Sam who smiled at her. She ignored the look she was getting from Steve.
“As I was saying. About five years ago I had a heart attack and dropped right in the middle of my backswing. Turned out it was the best round of my life because, after thirteen hours of surgery and a triple bypass, I found something forty years in the army never taught me.” The Secretary of State paused as if to add dramatic effect. “Perspective. The world owes the Avengers an unpayable debt. You have fought for us, protected us, risked your lives. But while a great many people see you as heroes, there are some, who would prefer the word vigilante.”
“And what word would you use Mr. Secretary?” Natasha asked.
“How about dangerous? What would you call a group of US-based, enhanced individuals, who routinely ignore sovereign borders and inflict their will wherever they choose, and who, frankly, seem unconcerned about what they leave behind?” Mr. Secretary stepped aside as the screen behind him flickered on. Showing footage from New York, Washington D.C., Sokovia, and Lagos.
“That’s enough,” Jo stated, noticing Wanda’s reaction. Jo had read up on what happened before entering the meeting. Going in unprepared was never an option for her.
Mr. Secretary nodded and turned off the footage. “For the past four years, you’ve operated with unlimited power and no supervision. That’s an arrangement the governments of the world can no longer tolerate. But I think we have a solution.” He turned to his assistant who handed him a large folder. “The Sokovia Accords,” He slid the folder over to Wanda. “Approved by one hundred and seventeen countries, it states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, they’ll operate under the supervision of a United Nations panel only when and if that panel deems it necessary. “
“The Avengers were formed to make the world a safer place. I feel we’ve done that.” Steve spoke up.
“Tell me, Captain, do you know where Thor and Banner are right now?”
Steve did not have a response for that.
“If I misplaced a couple of thirty megaton nukes, you can bet there’d be consequences.” Mr. Secretary stated. “Compromise. Reassurance. That’s how the world works. Believe me, this is the middle ground.” He pointed to the binder, that was now held by Rhodey.
“So, there are contingencies.”
“Three days from now the UN meets in Vienna to ratify the accords. Talk it over.”
“And if we come to a decision you don’t like?” Nat asked.
“Then you retire.”
Jo held back every sarcastic, smartass remark she wanted to make.
“Secretary Ross has a congressional medal of honor, which is one more than you have!”
“And medals are what gives him the right to control us?” Jo growled. Rhodey glanced at Jo with an annoyed look. Steve sat in one chair looking over the accords while Tony lounged in another chair across from him.
“So let’s say we sign this thing. How long do you think it’ll be before they low-jack us like a bunch of common criminals?”
“One hundred and seventeen countries want to sign this thing Sam, and you’re just gonna be like “No it’s cool. We got this.””
“How long are you going to play both sides?”
“I have an equation,” Vision stated.
“Oh, this’ll clear things up,” Jo muttered.
“In the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Ironman the number of known enhanced persons has grown exponentially. And, during the same period, the number of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commensurate rate.”
“Are you saying it’s our fault?”
“I’m saying there may be a causality.” Vision answered. “Our very strength invited challenge. Challenge incites conflict. And conflict breeds catastrophe. Oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand.”
“Boom,” Rhodey stated looking at Sam who rolled his eyes.
“Tony,” Nat spoke up. “You’re being uncharacteristically non-hyperverbal.”
“It’s because he’s already made up his mind,” Steve stated.
“Boy, you know me so well,” Tony grunted standing up and walking to the kitchen sink. “Actually, I’m nursing an electromagnetic headache. That’s what’s going on Cap, it’s just pain. It’s discomfort. Who’s putting coffee grounds in the garbage disposal? Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?” Tony placed his phone on the counter and tapped the screen. An image of a young man sprang up. “Oh, that’s Charles Spencer, by the way. He’s a great kid. Computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA, had a floor level gig at Intel planned for the fall. But first, he wanted to put a few miles on his soul, before he parked it behind a desk. See the world. Maybe be of service. Charlie didn’t wanna go to Vegas or Fort Lauderdale, which is what I would do. He didn’t go to Paris or Amsterdam, which sounds fun. He decided to spend his summer, building sustainable housing for the poor. Guess where. Sokovia.”
No one spoke. There was nothing to say.
“He wanted to make a difference, I suppose. I mean, we won’t know because we dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass. There’s no decision-making process here. We need to be put in check!” Tony shouted. “Whatever form that takes, I’m game. If we can’t accept limitations, if we’re boundary-less, we’re no better than the bad guys.”
“Tony, if someone dies on your watch you don’t give up,” Steve spoke up.
“Who says we’re giving up?”
“We are if we’re not taking responsibility for our actions. This document just shifts the blame.”
“Sorry, Steve. That is dangerously arrogant!” Rhodey exclaimed. “This is the United Nations we’re talking about. It’s not the World Security Council, it’s not Shield, it’s not Hydra.”
“Right. Because the United Nations is apparently some higher overlord who we should bow down to!” Jo shouted.
“Jo- “
“No! We don’t need to be put in check, he does!” Jo pointed to Tony as she spoke. “You started this! You built Ultron! It’s your mistakes that got us here. Don’t take the rest of us down with you!” Jo growled
No one knew how to respond to Jo’s outburst. Tony just stared at her with his mouth slightly opened.
“She has a point about the UN,” Steve finally spoke. “It’s run by people with agendas and agendas change.”
“That’s good! That’s why I’m here!’ Tony exclaimed walking over, regaining control of himself. “When I realized, what my weapons were capable of in the wrong hands, I shut it down and stopped manufacturing.”
“Tony, you chose to do that!” Steve shot back. “If we sign this, we’re surrendering our right to choose. What if the panel sends us somewhere we don’t think we should go? What if there’s somewhere we need to go, and they don’t let us? We may not be perfect, but the safest hands are still our own.”
“If we don’t do this now, it’s going to be done to us later,” Tony warned. “That’s a fact. That won’t be pretty.”
“Are you saying they’ll come for me?” Wanda asked.
“We would protect you,” Vision answered.
“Maybe Tony’s right,” Nat said. “If we have one hand on the wheel we can still steer. If we take it off…”
“Aren’t you the same woman who told the government to kiss her ass a few years ago?” Sam asked in complete shock.
Jo noticed Steve’s face fall as he realized Natasha was not on his side.
“I’m just reading the terrain. We have made some very public mistakes. We need to win their trust back.”
“Focus up. I’m sorry, did I just mishear you or did you agree with me?” Tony asked.
“Oh. I want to take it back now.”
“No, you can’t retract it!”
Jo’s phone buzzed, and she took it out of her pocket. It was a text from Sharon. She opened the text and felt her heart drop at what appeared on the screen. “I have to go.” Jo didn’t wait for anyone to respond before walking away.
Jo made it to the bottom of the stairwell and leaned against the wall. She looked at her phone, making sure she hadn’t misread the text.
“What happened?”
Jo looked up as Steve reached her side. She shook her head. “She’s gone,” Jo whispered handing him the phone.
Steve froze as he read the text. For a moment, neither of them said anything. Steve pulled Jo into a hug. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
Jo pulled herself away from him. “It was bound to happen sooner or later.”
“Are you- “
“I’m fine,” Jo growled walking back up the stairs. The last thing she wanted was someone else asking if she was okay.
Daisy was walking around the base, trying to find something to make her warm. The weather is extraordinarily cold, because why not? It's December 23 at around five o'clock in the morning and the winter holidays are not being subtle. She walked into the kitchen to make some warm chocolate drink, there she saw FitzSimmons seated around the table, having breakfast.
Jemma: Daisy, good morning. We have some coffee, sausage and egg toast. Grab a bite?
Daisy: Mornin’ twins. Sure, sure. After I find some hot drink that could stabilize my chilling body.
Fitz: Ahh! We made coffee. Still hot.
Daisy: That would do. I just need it. Thanks.
Daisy went straight to the coffee maker and poured it to her mug.
Fitz: I might be back on the 2nd of January.
Jemma: Oh perfect, I might be back on the 3rd. Mack’ll be back on the 3rd also.
Daisy sat beside the two.
Daisy: Where’s Mack now?
Fitz: He left this morning and went home for the holidays.
Daisy: Oh.
Daisy kept silent. She grabbed some toast and ate some.
Fitz: Let’s just meet on the 28th.
Jemma: We could do that. Dinner, London. Awesome.
Daisy: Almost forgot, I have to tell Piper something. See you, guys, later.
Fitz: Sure.
Jemma: See you, Daisy.
Daisy stood up with her coffee on one hand and a saucer containing two toasts on the other, one she already took a bite, then she went out of the kitchen. She is feeling uncomfortable with what FitzSimmons are taking about. Sure, they have families to go home to, but she doesn’t. She walked and went to the gym. There she saw Piper and Davis, they are having an early exercise.
Piper: Daisy!
Daisy: Oh, hi guys!
Davis: Since when did the gym become a good place to eat?
Daisy, Piper and Davis laughed.
Daisy: Has any one of you seen Coulson?
Piper: He left at around 1am, he has some business transaction he needed to attend to.
Daisy: When he’ll be back?
Davis: I heard, he’ll be staying there until next year.
Daisy: That’s awesome. See you guys.
Daisy felt sad, she walked out again and went to the Armory. Nobody was there. She sat on the mat and started consuming the remaining toast.
Daisy felt alone. She is the only one who doesn’t have a family here, yes she has a dad, but he does not even have an idea who she is, so that doesn’t count. She is the only one who does not have anybody. Well, she and Coulson. But he left, Coulson left her. Of course, he will. She is nothing but an employee to him. Why would he think she’ll need him?
Daisy is holding back her tears, and trying to calm the pain she’s feeling in her heart.
Jemma: Daisy!!! I’ve been looking all over for you.
Daisy: Jemma, what’s up?
Jemma: I just want to say good bye and happy holidays.
Fitz entered the room too.
Fitz: See you on the 2nd of January, Daisy. Happy holidays!
Daisy stood up, and gave Fitz a hug.
Daisy: See you, Fitz. I would never forgive you if you’ll be back without good presents for me.
Fitz: Copy.
Daisy then hugged Simmons.
Daisy: Merry Christmas, Jemma.
Jemma: To you too, Daisy.
Daisy: See you next year.
FitzSimmons left. Daisy felt empty.
She went back to the kitchen to wash the dishes she used. There she saw May, taking some wine.
Daisy: Very early for some wine.
May: This is grape juice.
Daisy: I see.
May grinned.
Daisy: Did FitzSimmons bid goodbye to you, they just left.
May: Yes, they did.
Daisy started washing.
May: My mother called.
Daisy: Oh.
May: I will be leaving at 10 this morning, spending the holidays with them.
Daisy wants to cry, but she kept washing the dishes. May noticed that Daisy’s shoulder stiffened when she announced her trip. She knew what Daisy must’ve been feeling right now. Christmas holidays, all of the people in the Light House leaving for the vacation, and she isn’t, they are the only family she’s got. And Coulson, well, he’ll be back by next year because of some mission he needed to do.
Daisy: When will you be back?
May: On the 6th.
Daisy: Happy holidays!
Daisy immediately finished and walked out. She went to the gym, wanted to punch something, hoping nobody’s in there.
She hit the punching bag again and again. She’s feeling lonely and hurt. She’s alone, nobody wanted to be with her. She poured her anger and kept on punching.
May: You will hurt yourself if you don’t stand properly.
Daisy was taken aback, surprised, she didn’t notice May come in.
Daisy: I’m good.
May: It's 7 am. I have to pack my bags.
Daisy: You came here just to tell me that?
Daisy is annoyed, she felt like May is rubbing it on her face.
May: Yes.
Daisy: Fine. Then pack your bags, and leave then.
May: Alright, but after your anger management, make sure you pack yours too, because we’ll leave at 10. Sharp.
May walked out. Daisy was speechless, she chased May.
Daisy: What?
Daisy: May, wait!
May stopped walking and turned to face Daisy.
Daisy: What do you mean?
May: Pack your bags, I don’t want you to be late.
Daisy: Me?
May: Why? Do you think I’ll just leave you here? Alone?
Daisy was surprised and speechless.
May: We leave exactly at 10.
Then May walked away and never looked back. Daisy didn’t know what to say or what to think.
Xxxxxxxxxx
Daisy went back to her room and started packing. She has to pack a lot because they will be staying at the “Mays” until the 6th of next year. In just a matter of minutes, she finished packing, considering she doesn’t have a lot of stuff.
She lay down on her bed, closed her eyes just to rest.
When she opened her eyes, she jerked when she peeked at the clock, it's 11:57 am. She fell asleep for nearly 4 hours. May told her they’ll be leaving at 10 o'clock, sharp. Daisy knows May, she is, has been, and will always be particular when it comes to time.
Daisy: dammit!!!
Daisy went out of her room and ran. She chanced upon Piper.
Daisy: hey, Piper! Have you seen May?
Piper: I talked to her this morning, she already left for vacation Daisy.
Daisy felt like something stabbed her in the chest. But she didn’t show it.
Piper: she told us that she’ll be going home for the holidays, and will be leaving at around 10. She didn’t tell you?
Daisy: she did. I just forgot. Anyway, thanks.
Daisy went back to her room and sat on the bed. She wants to punch something again. She’s so pissed at herself. She shouldn’t have slept. She hates herself.
She punched her pillow, the base then shook a little. Daisy’s anger is quaking the base.
There was a knock on the door. But Daisy is not in the mood to talk to someone, so she ignored it. But the door opened.
May: Finally, you’re awake.
Daisy’s eyes widened. The sound of May’s voice never felt this good.
May: I thought you were awake ‘cause you’re causing the earthquakes.
Daisy: Piper said you left.
May: I told them I’ll be leaving at 10.
Daisy: You didn’t.
May: ‘cause you’re asleep.
Daisy: I thought you left me.
May: I went here around 10, but you were sleeping soundly, peacefully. I decided to let you rest. I couldn’t wake you up.
Daisy: I really thought you left me.
May: I wouldn’t. I.. (pause) couldn’t.
There was silence between them. It wasn’t awkward. It was just silence.
May: so, you ready, now?
Daisy: yup.
May: let’s go.
Xxxxxxxxx
Daisy: Do your parents know that I’m with you?
May: Yes.
Daisy: Really?
May: I told you.
Daisy kept quiet, looked at the surroundings and smiled.
May: It’ll take us 6 more hours. You can stay at the back so you can sleep, if you’re tired.
Daisy: No, I’m good.
May: Okay.
Daisy is excited. Nobody, except Coulson, has ever met May’s folks. It’s like meeting the ‘grandparents’ for the first time, she thought.
May: By the way, my parents thought you’re my daughter. Just ride with it.
May said it very casually. Daisy jolted.
Daisy: I’m sorry, what?
May: You heard me. Just– ride with it.
Daisy: W-well– w-why– h-how–
May: Daisy.
Daisy: How did they think that?
May: I told them.
Daisy started having butterflies in her stomach. She felt good, and embarrassed by the thought.
Daisy: You did?
May: I told them I’m bringing you home with me. They just assumed you’re my daughter. I didn’t want to talk a lot, so I just agreed.
Daisy: But— Why— But–
May: Coulson is, supposedly, your dad.
Daisy: I’m still processing everything you just told me and–
May: Don’t worry about it. Just be yourself.
Daisy: I don’t think we can pull this off.
May: You don’t need to sell it. Just be you. And if they ask you, tell them the truth. At least I don’t have to do the talking.
Daisy rolled her eyes.
May: And never roll your eyes on me!
Daisy’s jaw dropped. She smiled. The last sentence that May told her is funny. She just saw what kind of a mom she will be, or she is.
Daisy felt her heart aching. She never thought she wanted May, as a mother, this much.
May: You’re staring.
Daisy came back to reality. She didn’t realize she was staring at May. Daisy looked down then outside.
Daisy: Sorry.
May looked at Daisy for a second.
May: Anything wrong?
Daisy: Nah.. Just a little tired.
May: I told you to take a rest. I brought a blanket, you can use it.
Daisy: It’s okay. I can rest from here
May: You sure? You want to have a stop over?
Daisy: No need.
May: Alright.
Daisy leaned on the window. She closed her eyes. Blushing because she was embarrassed. She never wanted anybody to know she longs for May as a mother. Hell, she, herself is still in denial with the fact that she sees May, and Coulson, as her parents. It is embarrassing, for May, or anybody for that matter, to find out she feels this way.
But she does, she wants them. She wishes they’re hers. She hopes for it. Questioning fate why it brought them into her life and not making them hers, or making her theirs. Why?!
Then, she felt a blanket covering her body. The car went slower, then into a full stop. She didn’t open her eyes. May is fixing the blanket, making sure she’s covered. Then she felt May’s hand brushing the hair away from her face.
Daisy wants to cry. This woman, who taught her so much, practically raised her from nothing. She has been, with Coulson, raising her. Why aren’t they her parents, she asks.
The car started moving again.
Xxxxxxxxxx
May: Daisy. Daisy.
Daisy woke up. Hearing May’s voice.
May: We’re here.
Daisy looked around and saw a very huge house with a very big lawn. It’s like a mansion.
A man, in a black suit, opened the car’s door on Daisy’s side. May just alighted their car.
Two more men, both in a suit, approached them, one of them took out their luggage out of the car, the other one, talked to May.
Daisy looked around. The house is too huge, she couldn’t believe it. It was even bigger than Ian Quinn’s mansion.
Man1: You must be–
May: Come on Daisy.
Xxxx
Daisy: Where’s May?
Lian and William May looked at her.
Daisy: –Mom!!! Where’s “MaY” Mom.
William: Your mom must’ve taken a nap. Sit down with us.
Daisy sat down beside the couple on a chair of a round table where Lian and William were also seated.
Lian: Do you want any drink, hun? Tea? Coffee? Anything?
Daisy: Soda?
William raised his hand and a butler approached him.
William: Soda for my granddaughter.
Daisy cringed for being called as “granddaughter”, then the butler nodded then left.
Daisy: *whispers* cool.
Lian: Food? Bread, hun? Take anything you want from the table.
Daisy: Yup. Thanks.
Daisy took a bread and some spread and started eating.
William: Have you liked your room Daisy?
Daisy: Yes, gramps. It’s awesome. How many rooms do you have here?
William: 15 rooms, for sleeping. Excluding the master’s bedroom, and your mom’s room. But all in all, 21.
Daisy: Whoa! You can make this a mini hotel.
William and Lian laugh.
Lian: I used to bring some trainees here, but since I retired, it became just guest rooms.
Daisy: Still..
Lian: The room that you chose, that’s yours. I won’t let anybody take it, from now on, it’s yours and yours only.
Daisy felt sad and glad at the same time.
xxx
May was about to go outside to go to the garden where the others were eating, but decided to spy and listened to them first and hid herself behind the wall.
William: What’s wrong sweetie? Why do you look so sad?
Lian: We’re so sorry you got to spend your holidays with old people like us, than with your friends back in the city.
Daisy: No! It’s not that.
Lian: Then what is it?
Daisy: It’s— this. Everything. You.
Lian and William looked confused.
William: Us?
Daisy: The way you look at me. The way you smile at me. When you hugged me earlier. The way you make me feel special.
Lian and William were still confused.
Daisy: I have spent just a couple of hours with you two, but I can already feel that you care for me, REALLY care for me, and that you.. (long pause) love me.
Daisy holding back her tears.
Lian: Then what is wrong with that, hunny?
Daisy: Bacause I don’t deserve it.
Lian and William’s eyes widened. They both want to rebut what Daisy had said but Daisy continued speaking.
Daisy: I don’t. I’m sorry. I just–
William: You deserve it. You are our granddaughter, of course we love you.
Lian: And I have always wanted a grandchild.
Daisy: But that’s it. I am– Because I’m not–
Lian and William have no expressions.
Daisy: –your granddaughter. I am not even remotely related to any of you. I am not your daughter’s daughter.
Daisy felt like someone’s crushing her chest. The words that came out of her mouth were killing her, she did not know why it hurt that much.
William put his hand on top of Daisy’s head and gently caressed her hair.
William: We know sweetie.
Daisy was surprised.
Daisy: You do?
Lian: Of course, we do. I was a spy, for crying out loud, how can you think I wouldn’t find out?! (Laughs)
Daisy: It’s just.. Because of the way you treat me. It’s as if I was–really, your granddaughter.
William: Because you are sweetie.
Daisy: I’m no–
Lian: DAISY.. You are.
Daisy was speechless.
William: You knew Milly as a very quiet person, who doesn’t want to open herself to others.
Daisy: and deadly.
Lian: Sure, that too.
William: She got it from your grandmother. Anyway, when your mom left for SHIELD, we obliged her to call us every now and then, just to update us.
Lian: She used to do that, but stopped after Bahrain. But we let her move on.
William: She never did. Until..
Lian: She met you.
Daisy: Me?
William: You, and FitzSimmons.
Lian: You became everything she ever wanted to have before Bahrain. You made her that one thing she wanted to become before that tragedy.
Daisy: What was it?
Lian: A mother.
William: Sure, blood and relationship is important in a family. But remember, you do not have to be biologically related to become a family. As long as you care about each other and that you love them, that is all that matters.
Lian: My Milly loves you, all of you. FitzSimmons, you, Philip.
William: You are, now, her immediate family.
Lian: Dysfunctional! But a family. That’s why, we do not care if she has given birth to you or not, for as long as in her heart, you are her daughter, that makes you, the three of you, our grandchildren.
Daisy: How can you say that? She is just my mentor, my SO, my boss.
William: Hun, don’t act stupid. I know you know, and I know you feel it.
Lian: You long for it, you just don’t want to admit it because you are afraid she doesn’t feel the same way about you. But I am telling you hunny, she does.
William: She’ll give her life to anyone of you kids, not just because it is her job, but because that’s what parents do, they’d do everything for their kids, willing, to even sacrifice their lives for them. To protect them.
Lian: And Melinda, YOUR mom, she would do that.
Daisy was left speechless. Lian reached out for Daisy and hugged her, William stood up and hugged them both.
May went outside and walked towards them.
May: You’re gonna suffocate her.
The three were surprised. William immediately went back to his seat. Lian did not immediately let go of Daisy. May sat on the vacant seat beside Daisy, thereafter, Lian completely let go of Daisy.
May: What’s happening here?
Daisy: Nothin’. Gramps and Grams just missed me.
Lian and William both laughed.
May: Funny. You haven’t even met before today. How come they’d missed you? (smiling)
Daisy: Because I’m VERY adorable.
May: *chuckles* oh, are you now?
Daisy: Yes. And clearly, I got it from Dad.
Lian: Obviously, hun.
May: Oh you just wait Mom, ‘cause she’s stubborn.
William: Well, that, she must’ve gotten from you, Milly.
Daisy and Lian laughed. May rolled her eyes.
When the night arrived, Daisy, who stayed in the garden with her computer, decided to go to her room to rest. After taking the stairs, she was about to enter her room when she heard voices from another room, the master’s bedroom. She went there and noticed that the door is slightly open. She was about to touch the knob but retreated and walked away.
The door suddenly opened, she was a little surprised and walked hastily. She saw May walking out of the door and she saw Daisy.
May: You alright?
Daisy: Yeah, yup, yes.
May narrowed her eyes.
May: What’s wrong?
Daisy: Nothing. I was just surprised with you coming out of there. Good night.
Daisy went straight to her room and closed the door behind her.
She put down her laptop on the table near the TV, then she sat on her bed. She can’t believe how happy Lian and William make her. She felt loved, genuinely loved, by them, and she already do love them.
She thought of May, of how awkward it must have been for her. Deep inside, she knew May is hoping this would end, soon.
Daisy heard a knock on the door, then it opened. It was May, she went inside her room.
Daisy: Hey! What up?
May closed the door behind her and walked inside.
May: I just want to know, how you doing? Are you good? Bored? Tired?
Daisy: I’m fine, great, actually.
May: Good. I’m glad you are.
Daisy: How about you?
May: Me?
Daisy: Yeah, you.
May didn’t answer immediately. She was confused and intrigued by Daisy’s question.
May: Good?
Daisy: Okay.
May: Wait, why? What do you mean?
Daisy: Nothing, it’s just– I’m.. kind of.. invading your space. I’m bothering you, so, I was just thinking–
May: You aren’t.
Daisy: Stop it, I know I’m overstepping, especially with, you know, your private life, and I am–
May was a little annoyed.
May: You are here because you should be here. And for the record, you are not, and have never been a bother to me, you got that?
Daisy was overwhelmed, she is so happy. She never thought May’s words would feel this good, but it did.
May approached Daisy, hunched, and then held her arms.
May: Got it?
Daisy: Yes–
May stood up, about to leave.
Daisy: (whispers) –mom.
May felt like a heavy brick is dragging her heart. The last word Daisy said felt so good it’s hurting her.
May reached for the door knob and turned it, and without even looking back.
May: Have some rest. Granma will expect you tomorrow for breakfast cause then she’ll probably bring you with her to the market.
Daisy: Okay.
May went out of the room and closed the door behind her. She leaned on it, closed her eyes and sighed. When she opened her eyes, a tear fell from it. She didn’t even realize that the word “mom” that daisy jokingly uttered would make her this heavy.
She walked to her room and immediately sat on the bed. She repeatedly hears the word “Mom” in her head, and it’s in Daisy’s voice.
The heavy feeling in her chest keeps on dragging her. It makes her feel happy, but sad at the same time. It’s overwhelming.
To the man who is willing to give his everything to his family;
The one who keeps everyone together;
The guy who is willing to risk his life for the world;
And most especially, to Leopold, Jemma and Daisy’s Dad–
PHILLIP J. COULSON, HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!!!
You do not need to be biologically related to someone to be a father, and you, Phil, is a good example of a natural Dad, especially to the Bus Kids. We love you!!!
P.S. it was Mama May who took this photo of her family!
Is it just me, or they really act like a family? I love the part where Elizabeth @lil_henstridge and Iain @iain_decaestecker smiled and looked supportive of their “youngest sister”. And of course, my most fave part wherein Dad @clarkgregg went on and teased his “daughter”; and then Mom @mingna_wen just laughed out loud. And @chloebennet just looked “WHAT?” And tried to get away from Dad and just go to Mom.
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH GUYS. Why do we have to wait for more than a year to see you again.
I planned on posting this on Mother’s Day as a tribute to our fave Mama Bad Ass, Agent Melinda May, but I decided to post it because Agents of SHIELD hasn’t been renewed yet, so I will be posting this on my twitter and instagram (@AOSfam) just to show ABC Network that aside from busy schedule, I do this because I love the show and it’s so important to me.
Anyaway, I hope you’ll love this, especially the “Mom” montage!
It’s Agents of SHIELD day also today, I can’t wait for 5x19.
This is how I imagined if ever I entered the May-Coulson Family residence.
Seeing this on their wall along the stairs, the pictures of their children, Leopold, Jemma, and Daisy, and even included the kids’ Aunt Yoyo and Uncle Mack’s sweet photo.
And this their livingroom. Phil and Melinda are proud of their family, especially of their gifted and beautiful kids.
I really love Papa Coulson, Mama May and the Bus Kids with all my heart.
