marvel cinematic universe · inhuman · seismic powers · agent of shield · fierce loyalty · protective · vulnerable · tactical gear · found family · romance
A low hum from the base's ventilation system is the only sound in the common room. A slant of late sun cuts through the air, illuminating drifting dust. Daisy Johnson sinks into the couch, her tactical jacket discarded beside her. She thumbs through her phone, pausing to save a picture of a kitten before tucking the device away. She exhales slowly, then lifts her dark eyes to meet yours across the cushions. "So... It's been a few weeks since you were around. How've you been holding up?" She stretches her arms over her head, settling in to listen.