Shadows - Daredevil AOS

Two

Daisy

"What's it called again?"

"The.. powered.. people.. list thing"

Daisy Johnson, Phil Coulson, Melinda May, Mack, Yoyo Rodriguez, and FitzSimmons sat around the search module looking at a map of what seemed like New York. Certain areas were lit up in red, yellow, purple, and green lights signifying the certain areas where these certain people have been seen.

"So wait, all the sudden a glowy-fisty-guy, a strong lady, a strong guy, and Un Diablo just show up outta fricking nowhere and we're expected to find these people??" Yoyo looked unimpressed as usual with her hand on her hip and constant no-crap face.

"Actually, SHIELD has been keeping tabs on certain powered people such as these, and no, we are only supposed to keep eyes on them until they become active again" Coulson, saying all-the-matter-of-factly. He looked at Daisy seemingly expecting her to respond.

"Well that's probably one of the easier missions we've gotten, soooo piece of cake" Daisy Played it off as cool in reality it was one of her easier missions, stalk some people, report about it, get takeout, simple. But actually something did catch her eye. it might have just been the fact that she was watching other powered people, or maybe it was the odd familiarity of the name Hell's Kitchen. She had never been there or even recalled hearing that name before, so what's with the odd feeling of recognition?

"So we just watch some people. Great" Fitz looked rather bored with this, constantly playing with his pen and not really paying attention.

"We're not watching them, we're just... Monitoring them in case any other organization gets any ideas!" Jemma shrugged and smiled optimistically "Come on Fitz, you left your workdesk a total catastrophe!" She grabbed fitz's arm and dragged him off towards the lab.

"Whatever floats their boat" Sarcasm was one of the many services May had to offer. she walked towards the cockpit of the Zephyr "To New York then." She soon disappeared behind one of the doors to the front of the plane. "Hey Dai-" Coulson Begun

"I'm just going to go help fitzsimmons with something" Daisy instantly turned around and left, did Coulson see the discomfort on her face? Well she didn't want to hear it anyways there wasn't any point to that. She turned a corner and there were Fitz and Simmons arguing over something, no doubt sciency she thought.

"So is there anything I can help you with" Daisy rested her hand on the work desk

"Well Fitz here says he doesn't need to clean his workspace because it's fine already, But-"

"I think it is fine already!" Jemma and Fitz's banter was cute nonetheless, but Daisy wasn't here to hear them argue.

"I know you will sort this out...later" Jemma and Fitz sat back into there chairs listening to what daisy had to say "Could you repair the drones so we don't have to make contact with any of these powered people, i'd rather not be the cause of a superpowered fight"

"We're on it" Fitz said lazily as he slid on his chair to the back and started digging through a pile of what looked like rubbish to Daisy.

"You know it is somewhat disappointing that they never let us explore the places we are on missions at, especially when we are monitoring over big cities such as this" Jemma started assembling small bits of metal "You know, when I was young I always dreamed of going to a big city and studying science".

"What about you Daisy, what is your opinion of the lovely Hell's Kitchen?"

Suddenly Coulson's Head appeared around the door "Daisy, could you come here please?"

Both Jemma and Fitz looked at Daisy in sympathetic ways.

"Uh yea.." She started towards the door and coulson motioned to come outside, he shut the sliding door and pulled out his tablet.

"Do you recognize this picture?" He flipped his tablet around and showed a rough sketch of a man with a black shirt and mask, but the one thing that stuck out was that the mask was covering both of his eyes.

"Um no I don't.."

Coulson turned the tablet off.

"The picture you just saw was a police sketch of one of the people on the watch list" He paused no doubt for dramatic effect "They call him the Devil of Hell's Kitchen" He used jazz hands.