How do you move on from saving the Earth from mass destruction?
Well? The easy answer would be to celebrate. That seemed to be easier said than done for SHIELD. The agency was working on getting themselves back on their feet. The world had watched them fall over four years ago. The world watched them be reinstated into the world in 2017 only for them to fall again a couple of months later thanks to Aida. To be reinstated a third time was risky, so everything needed to be done just right when the time came.
It's also not easy when you lose your own. Phil Coulson, the heart and soul of the agency, was dying, and his team had finally come to terms with it. By request, Phil was spending his last moments on Earth in Tahiti with Melinda May. It was definitely unfortunate that the two of them had been friends for thirty-plus years and only had just admitted their feelings to each other after they find out he's dying.
They also lost Fitz, the love of Jemma Simmons's life. When Talbot had tried to lift more gravitonium from the Earth's crust, he created his own quake that caused the building to fall on top of Fitz. Thankfully, due to their time travel excursions, there is another Fitz out in space, having no idea he had already helped save the world. They were about to go on a mission to find him.
That's just what Daisy was training for when her alarm woke her that morning. She woke up every morning at five a.m. sharp, just like she did back when May was her S.O. It was these stressful times that Daisy wished May was still here, but she knew May deserved this time off to be with Coulson during his last days.
Daisy, tiredly, wiped the sleep away from her eyes as she sat up in her bed. She squeezed her eyes shut, a headache with slight nausea immediately causing her pain, but it passed as soon as it came. She shook her head as the pain passed, not worrying too much about it. It was happening a lot lately, but she just assumed it was due to her stress and trying to get ready for the space mission to find Fitz.
She got up and started looking through her workout clothes. She picked out a comfortable pair of leggings and a sports bra. She looked at herself in the mirror as she adjusted her sports bra to fit comfortably. She tilted her head as she examined her own body. Was she gaining weight? She was starting to feel a little bloated, but that was probably because she had been eating like crazy. Sure, her inhuman genes made her eat a little more than the average person, but it seemed to be getting out of hand. Daisy made a mental note to stop stress eating so much. Why has she been so anxious lately?
Daisy shrugged it off before heading to the gym. It had only been a few weeks since they returned from the dystopian future and almost experienced the end of the world. Things were still trying to calm down from that while also getting ready for new missions. Jemma and Mack were hard at work with Zephyr 1 to prepare it for space travel.
"You're up early," a voice said as Daisy entered the gym. Elena had given her a smile from where was with the punching bag. Since the almost-end-of-the-world, the two have made up. It was done very tearfully, but they made up nonetheless.
Daisy returned the smile. "May practically conditioned me to get up this early."
Elena chuckled. "Mack told me about a time you didn't want to get up, so May poured a bucket of ice water on you."
"Yeah, not my best move after May chose to be my new S.O." Daisy walked over to the treadmills to start a nice jog. Elena must have noticed something because she eyes Daisy with concern. "What?"
"Are you alright?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
Elena shrugged. "You've been acting a little different."
"Well, I am pretty stressed. Between the world almost cracking apart to losing Fitz but not really to saying goodbye to Coulson, it's all been a lot."
Elena nodded but was still very concerned about her. "Everyone's been stressed during this time, but I've also seen you when you're really stressed. I think this is slightly different."
Daisy felt a wave of annoyance wash over her, which she found weird considering she usually didn't snap that quick. She took a breath before looking towards her the inhuman, who she knew was just being a worried friend.
"I promise, Yoyo, I'm fine."
Elena didn't seem to believe her completely, but she decided not to push the matter further. If something was truly bothering Daisy, she'd come to them, right? Elena shook her head, knowing better. Knowing Daisy, they'd only find something wrong when she has pushed herself past her limits. She was probably just missing Coulson a lot. That had to be it, right?
"You eat breakfast yet?"
Daisy shook her head. "I usually get in a little workout before I eat." Elena nodded before returning to her session with the punching bag. "Can tell you're getting stronger with the new arms," Daisy complimented.
Elena gave her a smile before throwing jabs at the bag. Daisy then placed her earbuds into her ears as she started her morning jog.
Daisy didn't know how long she had been on the treadmill. She didn't even see Elena leave the gym when she did. The only thing she was focused on was the wall she stared at, the music in her ears, and the sound of her heart pounding in her head. Her breathing was heavy with every step she took. She could slightly feel her body getting weaker, but she just used it as an excused to push herself harder.
She didn't even notice the voice that was calling her name.
"Daisy!" someone shouted.
After finally hearing her name be called, she slowed down the treadmill to a stop and removed her earbuds. She turned to the agent beside her. "Oh, Piper. Hi. Sorry, I didn't hear you. My music was on a little louder today."
"No worries," the agent assured her. "Hey, are you okay?"
"What? Why does everyone keep asking me that?"
"Well, it looks like you were either having a hard time or are in pain."
Daisy hadn't noticed, but her hand was practically gripping the side of the treadmill. Her other hand was on her hip as she was bent over slightly. It almost felt like her heart was racing to a point where her breathing couldn't keep up. This was new as well. She didn't usually lose her breath this fast or so much. Her biometer watch showed her heart rate was still very fast, so she took deep breaths to slow her breathing.
"I'm fine, Piper. Don't have to worry about me."
Piper nodded. "Anyway, Mack wanted me to tell you he made breakfast. It's pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Might want to hurry up if you don't want Davis to take all the orange juice."
"Alright, I'll be there." The sound of food made her stomach grumble, and she suddenly had an extreme craving for some scrambled eggs.
"Oh, you better. Cause he's really worried about you too. He wants to make sure you at least have something in your stomach for the day."
Yoyo must have told him I was off or something. "Alright. I'll be there in, like, five."
Piper nodded before heading out.
Daisy wiped the sweat from her head and neck before taking a few large gulps of her water. Her breathing was still pretty heavy, but her biometer watch showed that she was getting her heart rate under control. Why was she so tired? She used to be able to work out for hours before feeling completely winded.
Maybe her team had a right to worry. Things were definitely changing in her. She couldn't explain it, but she didn't want to admit that the vibrations she's been feeling lately were off as well. Maybe that's why she would get her headaches and dizzy spells? She had thought about having Simmons check her out, but she knew she was probably still stressed about the whole Fitz situation, so she didn't bother.
Daisy waited a couple more minutes before heading out. She stopped by her room first and threw on a T-shirt before going out to the common room for breakfast.
Daisy walked towards the common room, ready to get her hands on some scrambled eggs and whatever orange juice Davis hasn't drunk yet. Agents were in the kitchen and sat at the table, enjoying their morning, discussing mission plans and other personal conversations.
Daisy spotted Mack in the kitchen and smiled. "Morning, Director."
"Tremors," Mack acknowledged her. "Nice of you to join us for breakfast."
"Well, I can't miss out on some of Director Mackenzie's signature scrambled eggs."
Mack smiled before turning his attention to one of the other agents. Daisy eyes the eggs, but suddenly, something shifted. She didn't feel as hungry anymore but more... sick. There was a scent that was starting to set her off.
Mack must've noticed this change in her. "Daisy, are you alright? You look pale and little green all at the same time."
"I, um..." Daisy took deep breaths, trying to relieve any anxiety and nausea she was feeling at the moment. Her eyes darted around the kitchen, trying to find the source of the smell. It wasn't until an agent walked by, plate filled with bacon. Bacon wasn't necessarily one of her favorite things, but she was pretty okay with it normally. However, right now, it was making her feel sick to her stomach. It wasn't long before Daisy was running to the nearest restroom on base.
She could've just went to the bathroom in her bunk, but the communal restrooms were closer. She immediately got herself into a stall and emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet. Hot tears burned her eyes as she continued to retch into the toilet. After what seemed like she was done, Daisy sat down, her back leaning against the wall of the stall. It didn't take long for her stomach to lurch again and cause her to bend over the toilet for round two.
Daisy didn't know how long this cycle continued when she heard someone come into the bathroom.
"Daisy?" Daisy automatically recognized the voice as Jemma's. Jemma knocked on the door to the stall. "You alright in there? Mack said you looked pretty sick at breakfast and asked me to check up on you."
She flushed the toilet before sitting back. Daisy took a deep breath, trying to figure out if she was ready to stand up. She wasn't exactly sure, so she unlocked the stall while sitting. Jemma entered and her face fell upon seeing her sick friend, who looked a lot worse than she was expecting. Jemma was holding a cup of cold water that she handed to Daisy.
"Thank you." Daisy took small sips from the water, not wanting to upset her stomach even more.
"Are you alright, Daisy?" Jemma asked.
Daisy shrugged her shoulders, not wanting to really say that she was feeling sick but also not wanting to lie to her friend. "I honestly have no idea what's wrong with me. Everything in me is... off."
"Off?" Jemma questioned. "How so?"
"Um," Daisy began. "I've been getting tired more often than not, and I've been gaining weight lately, but I kind of just rationalized that to me stress eating. I've been craving the weirdest things lately. I've also been having these splitting headaches that come and go, and nausea has been a big thing lately, but this was the first time I've actually thrown up."
Jemma nodded, taking in all of Daisy's symptoms. She bent down and placed her hand on Daisy's forehead. "You do feel a little warm, and Mack said when you entered the kitchen, you were completely fine."
"I was," Daisy replied. "I've been looking forward to those eggs since Piper mentioned it earlier."
"Do you know what set the nausea over the edge?"
"I think it was the bacon. One of the new agents walked past me with a plateful of bacon."
"And you've never had an aversion to bacon before, right?" Jemma asked. Daisy shook her head. "Hm, well, there's one thing in common in your symptoms, but between the whole Ghost Rider situation to the LMDs to the Framework and then going to space and almost having the potential end of the world, I don't really think you've had the time to..." Jemma trailed off.
"Time to what?"
Jemma cleared her throat before asking. "Daisy, I know the chances of this are slim, but is there any chance that you might be..." Jemma wasn't really keen on finishing the sentence.
"Might be what?" Daisy asked. Suddenly, it hit her like a wall of bricks of what Jemma was asking. She knew the common symptoms, and she was clearly displaying them. She shook the thought away. There was absolutely no way. "Come on, Simmons, you know I haven't had sex with anyone since Lincoln."
"That's why I said the chances were pretty much slim to none," Jemma said. "I had to check." There was a silence between the girls. "You sure you didn't have any one-night stands during your time as a vigilante?"
Daisy chuckled and shook her head. "Come on, Jem, you know me better than that. Besides, if I did, and I was... you know, we would've known already."
Jemma nodded and laughed herself. "Yeah, that does make sense."
"I think it's just the stress and exhaustion from everything coming on me all at once."
"Could be," Jemma nodded. "Are there any other symptoms you've been feeling?"
"I don't exactly know how to explain it, but my vibrations are off too."
"Your vibrations?" Jemma asked. "What do you mean?"
"Like I said, I don't exactly know how to explain it, but it's like there's something interfering with everything else. I can feel it in my hands and in my head."
Jemma sighed. "I really wish I knew more about inhuman biology to understand this, but I just don't, I'm sorry."
"But if you were feeling all these symptoms for some time now, why didn't you just come to me?"
Daisy shrugged her shoulders. It probably would've been best to see Jemma, but she didn't want to cause any more trouble. "You are working hard on Zephyr 1 to get it ready for space travel to find Fitz," Daisy explained. "You're already stressed yourself, and I didn't want to burden you and pile up more."
Jemma sighed. "Daisy, you will never be a burden to me, do you understand that?" Daisy didn't answer her before she bent down to her level. "If my superhero best friend is joining me on a mission to find my husband in space, then I need to make sure she's in the right shape to go."
Daisy smiled. "Thanks, Jem."
Jemma stood up and held a hand out to Daisy to help her up. As soon as Daisy was standing, she started swaying. Jemma caught her quickly. "You need to throw up again?"
Daisy shook her head. "No. Just a little light-headed."
Jemma nodded before leading her out of the restroom, her hands never leaving Daisy's sides. Elena was waiting outside of the restroom for the younger girls. "Can you take her to her bunk? I need to go to the lab and fetch some meds for her."
Elena nodded before Jemma passed Daisy to her. "Don't worry, mija. You're gonna be just fine."
Elena took Daisy back to her room where Daisy brushed her teeth in her bathroom to get the nasty taste out of her mouth. Once she was done, Elena assisted her into her bed. She reached for the trash can beside the desk and placed it next to the bed as a 'just in case'. Jemma came in shortly after and instructed Daisy when to take her medicine. It wasn't long before Daisy was out like a light, trying to get the rest she needed.
After a nap that lasted a few hours, Daisy felt like she was back to normal. However, this didn't last long as the next day, the cycle started all over again. There wasn't a morning where she woke up and didn't have to make a B line for her bathroom. The nausea was definitely getting more frequent and the vibrations she was feeling were getting stronger.
This went on for another week before almost every agent in the Lighthouse had noticed with Mack, Yoyo, and Jemma being the most worried about her. They tried to get her to rest, but she was extremely stubborn, not wanting her family to have to deal with her problems as well.
One day, Daisy was in charge of the command center while Mack was helping out with the Zephyr. She was running around all over the base, making her quite winded. One of the agents had offered her a seat, but she refused. She could hear the other agents talking, saying how she probably needed a break, but she chose to ignore them. Whatever this was, it was sure to pass, right?
It wasn't long before Mack came into the command center. "Agent Johnson," he called. Daisy turned towards him. "You're needed for something on Zephyr 1."
Daisy put Agent Keller in charge in place of her as she made her way down the hallway with Mack. It was then that her nausea really started to hit. She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. "What is it that they need me to check out?"
"Just need to test your powers with something." Mack turned to Daisy and noticed that she was having a hard time walking in a straight line. Daisy stumbled and lost her balance, and Mack was able to catch her. "Woah, Tremors, are you alright?" He knew that she was going to say that she was fine, but he could clearly see she wasn't. Her complexion was really pale and her eyes were pretty glossy.
"The room's spinning," she mumbled out.
"Come on, I'll take you to the lab, and Simmons can check you out."
Daisy was about to argue with him, that she didn't need a check-up from Jemma. She steadied herself before taking a step. However, as soon as she took the step, everything went black...