S.h.e.i.l.d- Rising From The Ashes

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May p.o.v-

"she knew?" Phil says shocked after Daisy revealed that she knew Mack was wearing a wire. "she is probably pretty annoyed with us" "he continues muttering "she didn't seen too annoyed right" he asks me "no, but she is getting better at hiding her emotions so i don't know" i reply "did you know Daisy and Jemma were arguing?" "no, I've been with you all morning"  "right" "they're professional and act like sisters most of the time, let them deal with it" "uh huh" "Phil i'm being serious" "i know" he sighs but sits down and i stand up leaving to get Heather lunch. "i'll be back later" i say closing the door. i pick up Heather's lunch from the cafeteria that most agents use except the team who use the small kitchen. i go down put the code in "is Agent Daisy back Agent May?" she asked as i walked into the room like she had done since she found out Daisy was gone "yes, last night" "is she okay" "nothing broken" "other damage?"  "yes" "thank you for telling me" "no reason not to" she nods and i leave going to do a workout having nothing better to do. 

Daisy p.o.v-

I am working on finding the people that 'kidnapped' me when Jemma walks in. "I'm sorry, I should have just asked you" she says "your not the only one doing it Jem" "they will probably stop soon, they're concerned" "I'm fine, I wasn't after the Ward trap but I was still capable of answering a question and still worked as hard as the agents in the field" "I know that's why I am apologising" "it's okay I suppose not the worst thing to happen today" "what happened?" "Coulson and May had Mack wear a wire to find out what happened" "why would they do that, May is the 'get it done herself' type and Coulson hasn't had a problem pushing agents for answers before especially since he became director" "yeah that's what I thought" we stay silent for a few minutes before she asks "do you need any more painkillers?" "Nope, I have a higher tolerance for pain than I thought" "I need to ask you about what happened to you physically at the warehouse so I know how well your healing" "okay, I was whipped on my back each morning and they wrote the words on my arms on the Wednesday thinking it would affect me mentally, it didn't as I keep saying I'm fine" "okay, well I'm glad your fine I should check your back in the morning and I'll give you some painkillers before I 'clock off' because you should use them until the stitches are out" "okay Jemma I guess I'll see you in the morning" "someone should be here with your dinner in the next half hour" I nod and she leaves.

I pick my laptop back up and decide that I want to learn a new language but I don't know which one will be more useful. I decide on Russian and find some useful websites that help you learn key phrases and can quiz you on it. I see Bobbi and I know she speaks Russian so I say "Здравствуйте" ("hello") "Здравствуйте" "that's all I know" "it's good that your trying to learn a new language" "it'll come in handy, you can sit down you know" I say so she sits the tray on the table and sits down at the bottom of the hospital bed. "Why Russian?" She asks "thought it would be cool to learn" "it's difficult but once you have the basics it gets easier and then you can learn more languages" "we'll see" she laughs and I smile "did you get the Intel from the ex- S.H.I.E.L.D?" "He didn't have much but we have a few more willing contacts world wide" "that's good" "everything is at this point" "yeah were going to get HYDRA soon though or die trying"I say then sigh " I don't think you can die, you've been through hell and you're still sitting here, granted you spent a fair few days in our hospital but I don't think you're going anywhere "Bobbi Is a great person to talk to, I'm glad it was her sent here with my dinner "I sure hope not" she smiles and I do too "well I've got to go but hopefully you'll be about tomorrow" "yeah" I eat/drink the soup and learn a few more words before I lay down on my stomach and go to sleep.

I wake up at 4 am after having a nightmare I haven't had for years, it was about the men that kidnapped me but it was when they threatened me for not sending them the military information that I had no intention of even looking at never mind selling. They knew Amy was dead they only said her name as insurance I would come, they killed her and they were going to kill me but they failed, I was going to get rid of them for her, she was my best friend and I only knew her for a year. I wasn't going to let them win. Around 6 am I hear Jemma walking down past my room so I lay down. She walks into my room "morning Jemma" "oh Daisy your awake" "yeah" "did I wake you" "no, I'm normally up at this time" "is it alright if I check your back?" "Go ahead" I take off my top but stay laying face down.  She looks at my back "well it seems to be healing quite quick so they should be out on Tuesday and then you can start training again and maybe about noon today" "good when can I go to my room and when is my sych evaluation?" "Well I was talking to Coulson and said it was up to us but uh" "Jemma?" I say, she doesn't act like this usually "He thought it would be a good idea for us to share a room, it would help us both and you don't have to, it just a suggestion" "sure" i say, "that way we can keep an eye on each other" she smiles and I do too. Before leaving to organise her stuff she makes sure I have enough painkillers. I spent the next 6 hours trying to learn some more Russian. 

"привет Bobbi как ты?" ("hi Bobbi how are you?") "привет я хорошо , как ты?" (i'm good, how are you) "попасть туда" ("getting there") "i'm glad and i don't know how many words you know so i'm going back to speaking in English" "good i don't think i had many more conversation pieces left" she laughs "So i'm here because you can leave and Jemma is busy sorting your room, do you need a hand moving your stuff?" "yeah that would be good thanks, Jemma wouldn't be pleased if i was moving my stuff on my own" "yeah, i got some clothes for you on my way down so i'll meet you at your room in ten" i nod and she leaves so i can get changed.