Melinda May walked through the doors of the Lighthouse. She had just come back from Tahiti, where the love of her life, Phil Coulson had died in her arms. She had called the team a few days ago to let him know of his passing. Suddenly, a force collided into her side. It was Daisy who had tackled her into a hug. Daisy is their daughter that they had adopted last year. She was thirty years old now, but she had grown up an orphan. Coulson was the father she never had; her real father had killed her real mother, who was trying to kill Daisy, to protect her. He then had his mind wiped so he had no recollection of Daisy. May and Daisy were now cuddling with each other in Daisy's bunk while sharing their favorite memories of Coulson together.
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Hi! This is my first fanfic. Please comment and like. I appreciate constructive criticism on how to improve these stories.
