Summary: when you get called into SHIELD, you run into a very familiar brunette you had one night of fun with a couple months ago.
Even though you never stopped being a secret SHIELD Agent, you hadn't actively worked for the organization since it fell. You were still active, ready to be called in, but that hadn't been necessary until now.
You weren't sure why you were being called in, all you knew was Coulson needed your help and if the Director called, you came.
A Quinjet picked you up close to your home in LA, where you had been living for almost three years now. It wasn't your home, that was with SHIELD, but you did love the city.
May nodded a hello when you stepped in. You had known her for years but she wasn't more than a colleague. Agent May didn't have many friends, if she even called them that. You were sure that underneath that hard exterior, she had a big heart.
It wouldn't be a long flight to HQ, wherever that may be nowadays. With the Triskelion still intact, it was damn clear where it was, the building towering high. But you had no idea where you were headed today.
After about an hour, Agent May slowed the plane down and started her descent. You gathered your stuff, sliding your tablet back in your bag. No doubt it would be checked just like the rest of your stuff, before it got sent back to you. Not that you cared about that, you had nothing to hide.
You followed May off the jet to the yellow door in the hanger. The hangar was huge, so to say. You didn't recognize it, which meant this was either a new base or a very old one.
Agents hurried around you, paying no attention to the newcomer. You had missed this. The rush, the stress, the people. Living on your own was great, but being by yourself could become lonely.
May handed you your lanyard, which you held in front of a scanner like she did. A second door behind the first required the same action and when that one slid open, you were greeted by a face you hadn't seen in years.
''Coulson,'' you smiled brightly. You knew he wasn't really a hugger, so you just gave him a firm handshake. He was just as happy as you to have you back here. Reliable and trustworthy agents were hard to come by.
''Agent Y/L/N, welcome back.''
''Thank you, sir.'' He started walking back to his office and you walked next to him, taking in the base. ''I appreciate the personal greeting.''
''I had some time,'' Coulson joked back. ''So, what do you think.'' He gestured around.
You weren't sure what to think of the base. It was old and dark, but you actually didn't mind that. It felt cozy and safe. And safety was the most important part about SHIELD.
He saw the gears in your head turn and decided to satisfy some of your curiosity. ''It's an old SSR base from the war.''
''SSR as in Peggy Carter?'' You asked in shock. You were a big admirer of the SHIELD Agent. Peggy had been so important to the organization and you had nothing but respect for her.
A very British voice behind you made you turn around. ''Oh a fellow fangirl! Coulson who is this? I like her.'' The small girl looked you up and down, but not in an impolite way.
''Remember I was going to call in an Agent from LA?'' He gestured to you as to say: this is her.
The woman offered her hand and you shook it warmly. ''Oh it is so nice to meet you! I'm Jemma Simmons.'' You immediately liked her. This woman was incredibly kind and enthusiastic, let alone smart because you had heard of FitzSimmons just like every other Agent. Not that you weren't well-known within SHIELD.
During the fall, you were in the Triskelion and had actually aided Captain America himself. So lots of people knew your name. Not that any of that interested you. You were just here to do your job.
''Hi! I'm Y/N Y/L/N.''
Jemma's eyes widened at your name. ''Wait, Y/L/N? Have you met the others yet?''
''No, I just arrived,'' you smiled at her starstruck eyes, gesturing at the bag in your hand.
''I'm gonna get Daisy, she's going to freak out.'' Jemma took off without a goodbye and Coulson shook his head, laughing when he saw the look on your face.
''She's adorable,'' you chuckled as you two continued your way to his office.
Coulson teased you playfully. ''Don't let Fitz hear that.'' He let you into his office first and took place into his leather chair behind his desk.
You shook your head rapidly, placing your bag on the floor and sitting down opposite him. There was no way you were going to be the reason FitzSimmons broke up, they were holy. ''Oh no, I would never. FitzSimmons are iconic. Besides, she's not my type.''
Coulson shuffled through some papers, looking for the ones to give to you. ''Then who is?''
But you almost didn't hear his question because a gorgeous brunette stormed into Coulson's office like she owned the place. You would never forget those eyes. ''Her,'' you breathed out, your voice no higher than a whisper.
You were completely frozen in your seat as your eyes met. Daisy had the same reaction, stopping dead in her tracks which caused Jemma to almost run into her.
You should have known from the name. A lightbulb should have gone off in your head when Jemma mentioned the name of her friend. But who would have thought that the Daisy you had a night of fun with a couple months ago, was the same Daisy standing in front of you now.
Coulson and Jemma were completely confused on what was happening. Their heads snapped back and forth between the two women, who couldn't find any words.
You remembered that night like it was yesterday. You had met her in a bar and you two immediately clicked. Her beauty had pulled you in, but her brains and jokes had let you stay. After that night together in your bed, she had left early in the morning without leaving her number behind.
You had tried to find her because you couldn't help but feel there could be more. You really liked her but with only her first name to go off, it was an impossible game. There were a lot of people in LA. She had floated around in your head for weeks after until you eventually pushed her out of your head, although her lips on your neck were hard to forget.
Across the room, Daisy's head was just as messy. She should have never let it go that far on that beautiful night. But with a couple drinks in her system and your beautiful eyes entrancing her the entire night, she just couldn't resist you. From the moment you had sat next to her at the bar and you said hello, she was a goner.
As soon as she had woken up the next morning, she instantly regretted ever letting you get that close to her. She was dangerous. She was looking into some dangerous stuff and SHIELD was still looking for her. The last thing she should have done is rope you into that.
So she left in the dark, leaving nothing but her smell behind in your bed. Of course it hurt her to leave behind what could have been. Because like you, she felt there could have been more, hadn't she snuck out that day.
When you finally found your voice again, you shook your head to try and clear it. ''Daisy?'' you asked dumbfounded how fate brought you two together once again.
''Y/N?'' She asked in the same way.
You couldn't help but see how much better she looked than that night in LA. There had been such a lonely, depressed air around her back then. With her dark clothes and dark eyeshadow, you knew there was something going on in her life she didn't feel like talking about so you didn't ask.
But now, she looked a lot better. Her hair was still short but her face was clean and she held herself stronger.
Coulson couldn't stand the silence anymore. ''Can anyone please tell me what is going on here?'' When nobody said anything, he asked his most trusted Agent. ''Daisy?'' He snapped her out of her trance.
''Uhm, Agent Y/L/N and I, uh, we-'' Daisy stumbled over the words, not knowing how she would explain this.
You cut her off and got straight to the point. Coulson could handle it. ''We had sex, sir.''
Had Coulson had any water in his mouth, he would have spit it out or choked on it. The same applied to Jemma.
''What? When did this happen?''
Daisy's tanned cheeks turned red and you couldn't help but get flashbacks to that night. ''A couple months ago, when I had left the team. I met her in a bar in LA. It was just one night.''
You smirked, looking straight at her. At this point, you didn't even care anymore. ''But what a night it was.''
If Daisy stood closer to you, she would have slapped your arm. Now she just shot you a glare that would have killed you if it could.
''Just one night? Your loss Daisy,'' Jemma said out loud to her friend, who looked even more shocked at the remark that just came out of her mouth.
You laughed at Jemma's boldness and Daisy's embarrassed state. No doubt she just wanted to get out of here.
Coulson cleared his throat, trying to get everyone to focus. ''Okay is this- is this going to be a problem?'' He meant if this awkwardness between the two women would interfere with their job, which, if it came to you, wouldn't.
''No, sir,'' you answered confidently, turning back to him and ignoring Daisy's eyes piercing the side of your head.
''No, it won't,'' she answered after a short pause. With that, she and Jemma left the office.
When the door closed behind them, Coulson started smiling to himself.
You couldn't help but smile along with him. ''What is it, sir?''
''That must have been one hell of a night if you got Daisy Johnson to stutter like that.''
Huh, Johnson. That was her last name. Would have been very useful a couple months ago.
You just smiled mysteriously at him, setting the topic to the side for now. Coulson briefed you on the current situation at SHIELD. Everything they were dealing with and what your job would be to help them. When you stood to go find your room after everything was clear, Coulson stopped you at the door with one simple piece of information that said a lot.
''Room 21.''
You nodded gratefully and felt his eyes on your back as you left the office and went to look for your own room first. You just dropped your bag on your bed to be unpacked later before looking for the door with 21 on it. As soon as you found it, you knocked softly.
There was an immediate answer. ''Come in.''
You pushed open the bedroom door and saw the gorgeous brunette sitting on her bed in a big sweater, all kinds of files spread open in front of her. When she saw it was you, that blush returned to her cheeks.
''Agent Johnson,'' you greeted her, subtly referencing to the fact she never gave you her full name before and therefore you couldn't find her. It was a jab to leaving without saying goodbye and not leaving her number behind.
Daisy closed the files and pushed them to the side so you could sit down on the edge of her bed. ''I'm sorry for sneaking out like that. That isn't me, I promise. It was just- I was struggling with a lot of things back then and was looking into some dangerous stuff. If I had known you were a SHIELD Agent...''
You wanted to reach out and grab her hand to calm her down, but stopped yourself. ''It's fine, I understand.''
After a short silence where you two just stared at each other, Daisy shook her head. ''How did you know where to find me?''
''Coulson is an excellent wingman if he wants to be.'' You winked at her which caused her to try and hide the redness on her cheeks. Her hair fell into her face and you couldn't resist pushing it behind her ear gently.
Daisy looked up at you, all feelings from that night returning. She couldn't help but feel at ease with you. Even more so now that you knew who she was and she knew who you were.
You nodded to yourself, seeing something in her brown eyes that confirmed she felt the same thing you did. You broke the moment by standing up and moving to the door. Just before opening it, you turned back to her.
''If you ever want to have a drink with me or just repeat the actions from later that night, you know where to find me.''
With those suggestions, you left her behind with her thoughts running wild. You went to find Jemma and have her introduce you to the rest of the team, but later today, you certainly hoped Daisy would knock on your door.