X marks the spot

Adapt or Die

Coming too slowly, Lisa felt off. Disorientated. Whatever it was that had hit them, had hit them hard. She hadn't felt like this since the battle with Sarge. She let out a noise, her senses slowly coming back to her. Her eyes slowly opened, before being blinked a few times to adjust to their new surroundings, wherever that was.

"Glad I'm not the only one up," a voice said. She slowly turned in the vague direction of it, seeing Sousa sat upright, Daisy still laying down. Lisa was on the other side of this room. She sucked in a breath, feeling a sense of nausea hit her. She gagged, "yeah, smell doesn't get any easier, sorry."

She found herself nodding a bit at his apology, though she didn't quite know what it was meant to indicate. Nothing about this was ok. She was taken...somewhere, be that in time or place – hell, maybe both. Her hands were cuffed too. Their jackets had been stripped, but they were still left in their other clothes.

With a struggle, Lisa slowly sat up, head lolling to the side a bit, "easy," Sousa encouraged, "just give it a minute, yeah? Took a hard hit. Still wearing off most likely."

"Calm?" She asked, voice drowsy as well. Still, he seemed to understand what she was saying.

"I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a small bit of fear of the unknown," Sousa admitted, "but, this is SHIELD. Things like this tend to be the norm," he then grimaced a bit, "sorry."

She shook her head, this time fully in control of herself. She blinked again, eyes widening a small amount to try alleviating some of the tiredness and get rid of the slight blur her vision still held.

Movement from Daisy then occurred. First a sound, then a slight twitch of movement, "good to see you move," Sousa said.

"My head," Daisy said. Lisa looked around the room. On the floor was what looked to be splinters of wood. She thought it was hay, but her vision went every so often, so she wasn't quite sure. Either or, that probably didn't help the smell if it was wood. This building looked old. Like an old farmhouse or something. Whatever that was.

Daisy put her head back on the floor, "oh, I can barely...Feels like there's cement running through my veins."

"Drugs," Sousa said, "and whatever they hit us with. Haven't been this messed up since the field hospital," as Sousa spoke, Lisa blinked again and saw a lot more Hay near Daisy. So, farmhouse it was. At least she knew what that place was now.

She just hated how she found that out.

Daisy seemed to gain more control of her body, taking a moment to look around. She spotted Lisa, "you're ok. Good. That's good..." she took some deep breaths, "we'll get out of here. I promise," Lisa nodded, finding herself having some belief in those words.

It was a promise. You didn't break those. Those were someone's word. That still meant something, at least according to Aaron.

It gave her some hope.

Daisy then looked to Sousa, referencing his story, "I want to hear that story when I...I can remember it," Daisy tried her feet, seeing that those too had been handcuffed. She reached out her hand, but nothing came from it.

"I can't Quake," she said, looking to Sousa, before sighing and putting her head back down.

Lisa didn't feel anything inside either. No rumbles, no itch, no nothing. She was empty.

"Malick's little psycho –" Daisy was cut off when the door opened, and that psycho came in.

"Psycho?" he said, looking at them all. He was flanked by two other people, "that's unfair and very well-timed. Wow. Right as I'm walking in. Hi. Nathaniel," he said, holding his hand out as if any of the others could shake it, "uh, the two of you," he said, pointing to Daisy and Sousa, "took me hostage, changed my life," he then pointed at Lisa, "and her's, from the looks of it."