"Here we go," she echoes quietly, hefting her bag onto her shoulder. It's been so long since she just jetted off somewhere at the drop of a hat that it feels both strange and familiar at the same time. Nostalgia and nerves pile on top of each other only to be swept away by anxiety and guilt when she finally spots the two living legends.
Yeah, this is gonna suck.
She doesn't say a word to anyone as she boards the quinjet, just climbs the ramp and immediately stows her bag securely. Actually flying the thing is something she hasn't trained for yet, but she knows the ins and outs of the rest of it. Hell, she's jumped out the back of one more times than she can count. So she keeps busy checking the systems she understands while the men do their thing, hoping she can avoid any and all conversation and that wherever they need to go isn't far.
If you want him to call her something else, lmk! I'll change it.
Clint gets on the jet first, nodding to Cap and Bucky before moving aside for Daisy. "Hey boys," he says, taking on the socialization by himself. It's pretty clear that she'd rather keep to herself and he doesn't blame her. She doesn't know these guys and it had taken weeks of running into each other for them to trust each other enough to sleep under the same roof. He doesn't blame her for being cautious. It's not like he's spilling all his secrets to Steve either.
"My friend Daisy," Clint mentions. "She's helping me on this op." And all his ops, really. The seem to have developed a bit of a partnership now.
Steve nods and Bucky remains silent, looking at them only briefly. Clint lets the conversation sprawl a little, talking about how everyone's doing without talking about what everyone was doing. Steve's not saying where he's been, and neither is Clint. That's how it has to work, now that the world has ended.
They're dropped off a few hours later, and Clint feels his shoulders drop in relief. "Okay, Nat's sent me co-ordinates for a safehouse and she left the details of this thing there. You still good?" he asks Daisy.
If all of this were happening under very different circumstances, she might have spilled all her secrets to the other heroes. There's no doubt in her mind that she can trust Steve and Bucky, it's written into the very core of who they are, but she can't trust them with this. She can't burden them with her own guilt and the secrets that aren't hers to tell.
The hours that pass are a new kind of agony, and it's more than a relief when it's finally just her and Clint on the quinjet. Suddenly, she can breathe again, the small aircraft no longer feeling like a tiny tin can about to crush her. Instead of taking the seat she's occupied at the back, she moves into the one next to him in the cockpit, buckling in automatically.
"I'm good," she confirms, flexing her hands as if they're stiff or sore. It's not until this moment that she realizes how tightly she's been holding onto her control, her anxiety straining to ripple out in a wave of vibrations that she'd refused to let loose. She feels almost wrung out from the effort. "I just didn't realize it was going to be so hard."
Clint glances over toward her when she starts strapping in and nods. It seems like this was a lot harder on Daisy than he'd anticipated. He hadn't meant for that to happen but there was no avoiding it. They'll have to deal with the same thing on the way back too. Clint still hasn't convinced anyone to let him have transport of his own, so he's been relying on Cap and Bucky to get him where he needs to be going.
He plots the course to the safehouse; they're only about an hour out.
"Look, I don't know your past," Clint says softly, looking over at her again. He's not chastising her at all, more just stating a fact. "But you can trust me. I wouldn't put you in harm's way, not intentionally. And neither would Cap, or Bucky for that matter. They're on the run just as much as I assume you are and I know they won't sell you out. So, you don't need to worry about that."
If Daisy plans to stick around, she'll be seeing them more often, probably. This is their quinjet, after all. Stolen, or "borrowed" as Cap puts it, but theirs nonetheless. If he and Daisy want to use it, they'll have to deal with seeing those two.
"We've all got secrets, and I'll keep whatever ones you share with me."
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Yeah, this is gonna suck.
She doesn't say a word to anyone as she boards the quinjet, just climbs the ramp and immediately stows her bag securely. Actually flying the thing is something she hasn't trained for yet, but she knows the ins and outs of the rest of it. Hell, she's jumped out the back of one more times than she can count. So she keeps busy checking the systems she understands while the men do their thing, hoping she can avoid any and all conversation and that wherever they need to go isn't far.
If you want him to call her something else, lmk! I'll change it.
"My friend Daisy," Clint mentions. "She's helping me on this op." And all his ops, really. The seem to have developed a bit of a partnership now.
Steve nods and Bucky remains silent, looking at them only briefly. Clint lets the conversation sprawl a little, talking about how everyone's doing without talking about what everyone was doing. Steve's not saying where he's been, and neither is Clint. That's how it has to work, now that the world has ended.
They're dropped off a few hours later, and Clint feels his shoulders drop in relief. "Okay, Nat's sent me co-ordinates for a safehouse and she left the details of this thing there. You still good?" he asks Daisy.
it works!
The hours that pass are a new kind of agony, and it's more than a relief when it's finally just her and Clint on the quinjet. Suddenly, she can breathe again, the small aircraft no longer feeling like a tiny tin can about to crush her. Instead of taking the seat she's occupied at the back, she moves into the one next to him in the cockpit, buckling in automatically.
"I'm good," she confirms, flexing her hands as if they're stiff or sore. It's not until this moment that she realizes how tightly she's been holding onto her control, her anxiety straining to ripple out in a wave of vibrations that she'd refused to let loose. She feels almost wrung out from the effort. "I just didn't realize it was going to be so hard."
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He plots the course to the safehouse; they're only about an hour out.
"Look, I don't know your past," Clint says softly, looking over at her again. He's not chastising her at all, more just stating a fact. "But you can trust me. I wouldn't put you in harm's way, not intentionally. And neither would Cap, or Bucky for that matter. They're on the run just as much as I assume you are and I know they won't sell you out. So, you don't need to worry about that."
If Daisy plans to stick around, she'll be seeing them more often, probably. This is their quinjet, after all. Stolen, or "borrowed" as Cap puts it, but theirs nonetheless. If he and Daisy want to use it, they'll have to deal with seeing those two.
"We've all got secrets, and I'll keep whatever ones you share with me."