X marks the spot

Know Your Onions

Melinda May jolted awake from her dream of the fight that should've would've claimed her life had...something, not happened. She looked beside her, seeing Aaron in his...container, or something like one - a pod, she decided on - asleep. Healing. Not dead. Alive. Just like she was. Something...something as different, however. Something was amiss. She had something different going on inside. There was happiness and relief. But, it was there for a moment, then seemed to be filtered. Blocked, even. It seemed distant...

A call had come in. They were needed out there. Lisa had been fit in a jacket that felt uncomfortable and had a dreaded tag on it. It itched, or Moreso felt like it did. It was horrible. She had a hat on her head as well, and while it did fit, she could feel the sweat already starting to form there.

Lisa adjusted the sleeves as best she could as they walked through the street, trying not to draw any attention to them.

"It's alright," Jemma soothed, "we're almost. If it helps, I don't very much like these coats either," the scientist turned back to the younger girl with an understanding smile. Lisa nodded, it did help.

They reached a staircase, and Elena and Jemma led the way. While she felt exposed, Lisa also felt that those two going to whoever ran this SHIELD base-bar-thing first would be a better introduction.

The slider, showing only a minuscule look into the bar, mainly with the man's (another Koenig) face, covering it, "buzz off. We're closed," he said.

"Swordfish," Jemma said, that being the keyword for this place, "now let us in."

That request was given. The door was opened.

It was a swanky place. A bit low lit, but nice. Warm lighting as well. Jemma took off her long jacket, but Lisa was clawing at her own.

"Here," A soft voice spoke. Elena was looking at her, hand outstretched, but not fully making contact. Lisa nodded, and Elena aided the girl in taking the jacket off. Once it was off, she folded it over her arm, giving the girl a minute. The girl clenched her hand into a fist a few times, lifting her hands up and continuing the now soothing motion.

"We came as fast as we could," Jemma said, "we had to change," she explained to her friend's.

"And ran," Elena added, looking to the others as Lisa continued to both cool and calm down as best she could, "in high heels which isn't easy."

Tell me about it, Lisa thought to herself.

"I don't know how you people live like this. Seriously."

Lisa was going to agree, but then she jumped and slapped a hand that grabbed her arm. It was the Koenig; he rose his hands instantly, "hey, toots – sorry. Sorry. Just – are you ok?"

"Don't touch," was what Daisy said, she had moved away from the woman (Viola) on the table, and stood a respectable distance from Lisa, hand now on Koenig's arm, "she just needs some time," she said, before looking to the younger girl, "hey, Lis?" her voice was soft; Lisa nodded, "can you take a deep breath in for me?" Lisa tried to, but it shook a few times. She tried again, and was successful this time, "and out?" she did, this one shaking, but going smoother.

"One more?" it went better this time.

Lisa looked to Daisy, and Daisy nodded at the silent words being spoken, "of course," she gave her a smile, before going back to the others; Lisa followed, and saw Viola in a red dress, it not completely hiding her blood stain (lighter shade of red, was her dress). Coulson held a cloth over the wound.

"How is she?" Jemma asked.

"Not good," was Coulson's answer, "we need to get her fixed up enough to get her to a hospital."