Hell's Angel (BK 1)

Party Hardy

Dani's POV
(Nightwing27th)

I removed the bandage from my face and threw it away. I think I'll let it air out for a while. I sighed and exited the bathroom. I honestly don't know how to explain the soon to be scar on my face. It's kind of hard to miss. I sat on the edge of the bed and downed a few more pain killers. I didn't realize how old I was until this happened. I used to be able to bounce back a lot faster than this. And I'm not even that old.

I stood and walked the few feet to my shoes. I used the wall as a brace as I sat on the floor, then began the task of putting on my shoes. I need to find out what Clint did with my brother, and more importantly, tell Clint I'm alive. I also need to check on Mary and Lizzie. I have a big day ahead of me. Maybe I can get Clint to come to me. I tied one shoe, then slid it away from me. I slowly bent my knee, pulling up the other leg and then went to work tying that one.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Matt sit up in the bed. He stiffly turned toward me, swinging his legs off the bed. I finished with my shoe and then leaned back against the wall and sighed. He seemed slightly started, forgetting I was here. "You need to work on that," I said. He smiled and stood, walking toward me. He leaned into the door frame next to me and offered me his left hand.

I smiled, taking it. I gingerly worked my way back up to my feet. "Thank you," I slipped my hand out of his. I leaned into the wall as his hand found its way to my hip. He centered himself in front of me, putting his left hand on the side of my face. His thumb brushed against my lips. He put his head in closer, our noses bumping. Lips seconds away from locking...and then someone knocks on the front door.

I close my eyes and sigh as he chuckles. "So close," he teased, pulling away. I laughed and then quickly pecked him on the cheek before leaving the bedroom. I make my way to the door as fast as I can move. I glanced back and saw Matt smiling as he covered up with a zip up sweat shirt. I get to the door as there's another knock. "I'm coming," I said as I unlocked the door and swung it open. I recognized the young petite girl in front of me and sighed.

"Good morning, Agent Dylan," she said it way too perky for this hour. It's only, like, seven. But I do love the accent. "I'm not...interrupting anything, am I?"

"No," I sighed again. I saw her drop in expression and then changed my tone. "Agent Simon, was it?"

"Simmons, actually," she corrected. I nodded and then stepped to the side, motioning for her to come in. "Thank you." I closed the door and walked passed her out into the living room.

"So what brings you here, Agent Simmons?" I asked as Matt joined us. She looked at him and cringed. I do the same thing when I look at either one of us. "Or, a better question...how did you find me?"

"Your sister in law. I went to your place first and she said I'd find you here."

"You tell her who you were?"

"Yes...?" she looked puzzled. "I'm sorry," she chuckled, trying to brush it off, "to intrude like this on your personal life, but-" she paused and looked at Matt, then back to me.

"You can say whatever you want in front of him," I said. "Did Coulson send you?"

She quickly nodded. "Yes. When we discovered you were no longer on the Bus, he was concerned you might have injured yourself on your journey home."

"I'm fine, considering everything." I saw the way she kept looking at Matt and knew what she was thinking. She's not stupid. Very far from it. I sighed, turning to Matt. "This is Agent Simmons from S.H.I.E.L.D. Coulson is an old friend I used to work with. And she's a member of his new team. They're the ones who saved me." He nodded, processing everything. I then turned to Simmons. "You can't tell Coulson I was here, tell him you found me at my place and I was alone. But most importantly, omit him from the equation." I jutted my thumb at Matt.