[ She's had those days too. Subsisting on coffee and an hour or two of sleep grabbed whenever she could manage, all of them exhausted but powering through because if they didn't, there was nothing standing between a world of innocent people and whatever latest threat had risen to destroy them. SHIELD is the front line, their job is to protect those who need it — it's why she feels so helpless now, when she can't do the one thing she's meant to. ]

Not specifics, no. [ She looks down and shakes her head, quiet for a moment while debating what she could say, and her fingers absently find those sugar packets again, moving one and straightening the others. ] We were in Mexico just a few days ago. One of my team — she was my SO actually — but she was, uh... hurt. We almost lost her. And then things got really bad.

[ She can still feel the guilt and terror that flooded through her while she held May in her arms, believing she was losing the only mother she had left. ]