X marks the spot

Wake Up

"We have to show the world who she really is."

"And it's well passed time. Daisy now represents SHIELD. Everything has to be above board."

"But marching into the capital so Daisy can sign the Sokovia accords, Senator Nadeer will be there. It seems risky." Jemma argued for her friend in question. Herself, Coulson, May, Talbot, Mace, Daisy and Aaron all sat at the table in the Director's office. "We're all aware of the dangers. Some more than others." Aaron wasn't sure whether or not the director meant that as a jab. But, to him at least, it seemed like it. From his position of resting his chin on his hands (hardly a professional look) he raised a single eyebrow at the man.

"I'm fine with it, Jemma." Daisy told her friend. She nodded when Jemma checked, pointing out that it didn't really seem like her to just let it happen. But then proceeded to say a similar thing to Coulson. That him letting Daisy do this didn't seem like him either. "With Nadeer and her staff in the meeting, we have an opportunity." Coulson said.

"What opportunity? I wasn't briefed on any opportunity." Talbot stepped in, annoyed at only hearing about this 'opportunity' just now. "While Nadeer's in with Daisy, Yo-yo and I will get into her office and plant surveillance."

"We can finally keep an eye on her, figure out her next move."

"What?! No! No. No, there'll be no planting, no eyeing. No yo-yoing. SHIELD is now legitimate. We have to remain above reproach."

"You mean like juicing our director so he can pretend to be inhuman?"

Aaron, sadly, couldn't help himself. Snorting a little at the jab. It gained the attention of the others on the table. Talbot glared at him, "Something funny there, son?" He asked, tone sharp. Aaron looked up with a sarcastic smile on his face as he tilted his head slightly. "No. No, nothing, dad."

The response only made Talbot more annoyed with the boy's mere presence. "Why are you even here?"

"You tell me. Someone just told me I was needed here. I'm here, but not needed."

"We wanted you for a third opinion." Coulson said.

"Coulson there's more than three of us here –"

Talbot interrupted with, "You didn't have to sign anything to be in SHIELD."

"Not SHIELD, the other one." Aaron said as he rolled his eyes. "But you weren't old enough to do that." Jemma cut in with. Aaron's eyes then changed to a look of sadness and anger. "That was Robert," Jemma pieced together.

"Dear old dad in the cell downstairs? Yeah." Aaron tried to ignore the two girls looking back to him instantly at the information.

"Either way. Look, you were reacting to the situation we had. You put Jeffery in place, I understand. But we're SIHELD, we have to be proactive." Coulson cleared his throat as he steered the conversation back on track. "This is politics Phil. Which means politicians. They are a festering cesspool of toxic waste fires. You swim in those waters; you could get pulled under."

"You and the Director could handle it. We'll handle the rest." Talbot only sighed as he looked away with more frustration. "May, you with us?" Coulson asked, turning to look at his oldest friend. "Always." She assured, with a nod.

Aaron sat in his room, staring at both of the suits on the bed in front of him. One was a simpler time for him. While the other was the one he bought in New Orleans. One in good condition, the other with a few creases.

"Knock knock." He heard Daisy say. He turned and saw her at the door, in a red suit. She looked around his room, "You moved. Got worried yesterday." She said, smiling slightly.