[ Time has a strange way of speeding up when danger is all around, and right now is no exception. They're on a dangerous op, and everyone is armed to the teeth and wearing tactical gear. The only one who isn't armed is Daisy, because she doesn't need a gun or other weapons to wreak havoc.
The op is simple, really; get in, recover the target (an 0-8-4, what else?), and get back out. But nothing is really simple in life, is it? At least, Daniel believes that to be true.
If anyone were to ask him about the progression of events years later, he'd say it was all a bit foggy. All he knows is that, one second, Daisy's standing next to him getting ready to rock some enemies around, and the next, one of said enemies is pointing his weapon at her. During the pre-op debriefing, they were all told that the weapons carried by the enemy were far more than a standard-issue gun or knife. They packed a mean punch and could pierce right through armor, so that meant they all had to be on their guard at all times.
Yes, Daniel knows Daisy is tough, but even with her Inhuman abilities, she can still die like a human. All he knows is that she's right in harm's way, and there's no way in hell he can let something bad happen. His legs (prosthetic and all) seem to move on their own, and he's stepping right in front of Daisy, just as the person they're staring down suddenly and without warning fires a shot.
That's when time stops having meaning, and all Daniel can hear is muffled shouts and yelling breaking out all around him, and a low grunt that he realizes belatedly came from his own mouth as he hits the ground. But all he can do is try to locate Daisy in the chaos and make sure that she's okay, that she didn't get hit as well.
That's all that matters right now. She's been through hell already, and if he can save her from having to go through even more pain and trouble, then that's exactly what he'll do, whatever the cost. ]
[ Time is a fluid thing. It ebbs and flows, the human mind comprehending it in strange ways when under extreme stress. In the moments before a mission, every minute felt like an hour, seconds crawling by before they suddenly spend up as everyone sprang into action. Adrenaline pumping through her veins, every move Daisy makes is calculated by instinct. But time slows when someone she loves is in danger, each second becoming a century, and now is no different.
She hears the shot but it doesn't register as anything out of the ordinary for a mission like this. They'd been expecting powerful firearms to be on the scene. What she hadn't expected was to hear the shot and then see Daniel in front of her, his body falling before she can even think to grab hold of him.
Down, without moving to get back up. A combination of instinct, anger, and panic brings her arms up, the vibrations letting loose from her without restraint. The assailants she hits cry out in agony as their bones are crushed by the force of her quake, including the man who shot Daniel, but she finds no comfort in that.
Only mere seconds have passed when she drops to her knees, one hand cupping the back of his head while the other presses against his wound. ] Sousa!
[ There are still gunshots rining around them, though far fewer now, but all she can hear is the thudding of his heartbeat beneath her hands — it's the only thing keeping her from completely giving in to the panic gripping her chest. ]
[ Even as he's falling, knowing he just took a bullet to the gut, he's looking for her to make sure she's all right. There's other men still around, and they're just as armed as the one who shot him is. But he knows he doesn't have to worry, because she can still quake them all, and of course, she doesn't disappoint. As the men fall, he knows they won't be getting back up again anytime soon. It gives him a strange sense of comfort as he sinks to the ground, relieved that she's uninjured.
His wound is bleeding faster than he thought it would, and it's making his vision swim and his head feel fuzzy, making him want to close his eyes for a little while. But next thing he knows, he feels someone's arms around him, and a hand going to the back of his head. He never really noticed if Daisy wore perfume or not, but right now, with her so close to him, he can detect a scent that's just her. It's not flowers or fruit or whatever other scents women like to wear, but it's unmistakably her. ]
Hey.
[ He forces himself to look up at her. ] You all right?
[ And then he realizes her hand is pressed to where he was shot, and he frowns. ] You're going to get blood on yourself.
[ She might just be wearing her typical gear for a mission like this, but he doesn't want her getting his blood all over everything. ]
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why bother when you can just do both?
The op is simple, really; get in, recover the target (an 0-8-4, what else?), and get back out. But nothing is really simple in life, is it? At least, Daniel believes that to be true.
If anyone were to ask him about the progression of events years later, he'd say it was all a bit foggy. All he knows is that, one second, Daisy's standing next to him getting ready to rock some enemies around, and the next, one of said enemies is pointing his weapon at her. During the pre-op debriefing, they were all told that the weapons carried by the enemy were far more than a standard-issue gun or knife. They packed a mean punch and could pierce right through armor, so that meant they all had to be on their guard at all times.
Yes, Daniel knows Daisy is tough, but even with her Inhuman abilities, she can still die like a human. All he knows is that she's right in harm's way, and there's no way in hell he can let something bad happen. His legs (prosthetic and all) seem to move on their own, and he's stepping right in front of Daisy, just as the person they're staring down suddenly and without warning fires a shot.
That's when time stops having meaning, and all Daniel can hear is muffled shouts and yelling breaking out all around him, and a low grunt that he realizes belatedly came from his own mouth as he hits the ground. But all he can do is try to locate Daisy in the chaos and make sure that she's okay, that she didn't get hit as well.
That's all that matters right now. She's been through hell already, and if he can save her from having to go through even more pain and trouble, then that's exactly what he'll do, whatever the cost. ]
both is best
She hears the shot but it doesn't register as anything out of the ordinary for a mission like this. They'd been expecting powerful firearms to be on the scene. What she hadn't expected was to hear the shot and then see Daniel in front of her, his body falling before she can even think to grab hold of him.
Down, without moving to get back up. A combination of instinct, anger, and panic brings her arms up, the vibrations letting loose from her without restraint. The assailants she hits cry out in agony as their bones are crushed by the force of her quake, including the man who shot Daniel, but she finds no comfort in that.
Only mere seconds have passed when she drops to her knees, one hand cupping the back of his head while the other presses against his wound. ] Sousa!
[ There are still gunshots rining around them, though far fewer now, but all she can hear is the thudding of his heartbeat beneath her hands — it's the only thing keeping her from completely giving in to the panic gripping her chest. ]
always
His wound is bleeding faster than he thought it would, and it's making his vision swim and his head feel fuzzy, making him want to close his eyes for a little while. But next thing he knows, he feels someone's arms around him, and a hand going to the back of his head. He never really noticed if Daisy wore perfume or not, but right now, with her so close to him, he can detect a scent that's just her. It's not flowers or fruit or whatever other scents women like to wear, but it's unmistakably her. ]
Hey.
[ He forces himself to look up at her. ] You all right?
[ And then he realizes her hand is pressed to where he was shot, and he frowns. ] You're going to get blood on yourself.
[ She might just be wearing her typical gear for a mission like this, but he doesn't want her getting his blood all over everything. ]