#bi!daisy

AN ~ This fic does not meet any Bingo squares BUT it does fill a prompt for @marvelthismarvelthat who gave me the idea quite a while ago in a different ask, as well as requests from two Anons (or one super enthusiastic one!). I’m also going to mention @loved-the-stars-too-fondly who expressed some interest in this idea :D Enjoy!

I am still accepting prompts (platonic and otherwise), but will be prioritising those that help with my bingo squares.

This one works as a part II/sister ficlet to Ch.33 of my Platonic AOS collection, in which Daisy comes out to Coulson, but it can stand alone. All you need to really know is, Daisy crashed with a ladyfriend during her vigilante days, and now that she’s back at Shield she wants to make sure Hayley gets home safe.

Rated T. Hurt/comfort, mild angst with a happy ending. May & Daisy, with discussion of Daisy/OFC and hints of potential Daisy/Piper.

Read on AO3 (~1100wd)

Daisy hovered in the passageway by the hanger, flipping her phone anxiously s she paced. She’d technically said goodbye to Hayley this morning, but part of her still wanted to run over and grab her. Give her one last kiss. Then again, another part of her wanted to run away into the mountains and never be seen or heard from again, and yet another at wanted to induct Hayley into Shield and kick ass across the world together, so what did she know?

She knew that Hayley couldn’t stay, and this she repeated to herself firmly to drown out the daydreams. She knew that this was the right thing to do, and the safest. She’d already made up her mind on that – especially since she knew May had been put in charge of Hayley’s escort. Or so she’d thought.

Despite her mantras, a renewed sense of uncertainty coursed through Daisy’s veins as she watched May farewell the driver of the big black SUV, tap the window, and walk away. Resisting the urge to bounce on her feet, and struggling to modulate her voice as it strained with fear and anger, Daisy queried:

“You’re not going?”

“No,” May told her simply, turning to stand beside Daisy so that they could both watch as the hangar doors slowly opened. She could already anticipate the words about to leap out of Daisy’s throat, and pre-emptively cut them off.

“I’m the Assistant Director, Daisy,” she pointed out. “Shield doesn’t run itself.”

“So, what, you send my girlfriend off with Agent Number Five?”

“He’s Number 7-5, actually,” May corrected, “and you don’t need to worry. Davis is a good agent, and a sensitive man. He’ll make sure Hayley gets home safe. He’s already given her chocolate and tissues in the car.”

Daisy hung her head, listlessly turning her phone as the fire evaporated from her veins. Behind that lock screen was her last conversation with Hayley; she’d been meaning to delete it all day. And it was in that moment Daisy was forced to own up to the source of her explosiveness, her anger, even her fear. She was feeling like a coward, and taking it out on someone else.

“’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I didn’t mean to get snappy before, I’m sure Davis is a good guy, I just want the best for Hayley. If anything happened to her…”

“I understand,” May promised.

“No, but I mean like-“

“I understand, Daisy,” May repeated, turning to face her at last. “Not least because you yelled it just now. You and Hayley were together, you felt safe, maybe even a little in love. You feel like, if nothing else, you owe it to her to keep her safe – even if that means making her leave. I understand that.”

Her eyes were heavy with ghosts and Daisy had a strong and sudden feeling she was talking about Andrew. There were still so many layers there that she had never unpacked, but what she did recognise was the pain of driving people away for fear of hurting them. She wondered if May regretted it. But if she regretted it, why was she letting Daisy do the exact same thing now? Was it the same, or was she just projecting? Or was May the one who was projecting? Did it even matter? After all, the deed was done. The car was gone. There was nothing and nobody there but May and Daisy and the moment of vulnerability they’d suddenly found themselves standing in.

Daisy swallowed hard.

“And- and the other part?” she ventured. “The part where… she’s a her?”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

“I- I kind of want to, if that’s okay?”

May’s expression softened, the pain fading from her eyes. She gestured down the hall, and offered: “Come to my office, we’ll have a drink. You can tell me as much or as little as you want.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Daisy agreed. She could use a drink, or two, or five, today. And as her feet began walking without needing direction toward May’s office, Daisy found that it was easier, much more of a relief than usual, to offload the weight of coming out from her chest.

“I’m bisexual,” she began. “I’ve known since I was, I dunno, probably twelve…”

She skipped through her life, picking and choosing moments that she hadn’t reflected on much before. With many more boyfriends than girlfriends, it had stopped coming up recently, but as she talked she reflected on more and more of the good times with Hayley. Not just the safety but the fun, and the love. Sharing ice-cream. Visiting the beach. Running for cover in the rain. Those were memories she could always cherish, not just the messy, heartbreaking, cowardly end. Maybe she’d never truly know in the end if she did the right thing, but that wasn’t exactly the same as having regrets: a bittersweet revelation, but one that left her smiling as she drained the last of her scotch.

This brought Daisy back to reality; to the fact that May, who didn’t particularly enjoy a lot of talking at the best of times, had sat through a winding and rambling highlight reel of her life story; and to the fact that she had almost definitely taken up enough of the Assistant Director of Shield’s valuable time. Daisy stood and cleared her throat, looking for a place to put her glass. May held out a hand to take it.

“Are you sure you’re ready to go?” she offered.

“Yeah,” Daisy assured her. “I’m fine. It was good to talk though. Thanks for listening.”

“Thank you for sharing,” May replied. “I won’t tell anybody, of course.”

“’s okay,” Daisy said with a shrug. “It’s not really a secret for me, and all the important people know now anyway.”

May nodded, and a smile touched Daisy’s lips. She waited for May to take a seat at the large oak desk in case there was something else, but it was not until just before she turned to leave, that May had one more thing to add.

“You asked me what I think about you loving girls,” she reminded Daisy, calling her back from moving toward the door. “Not that it matters, but what I have to say to that is, that I think you should meet Agent Piper, from Davis’ unit. It sounds to me like the two of you might have something to talk about.”

“Oh?” Daisy raised an eyebrow. “And what exactly is that?”

“It means talk to her yourself, and figure it out.”

While I’m stuck in assignment land unable to get to the fic itself I thought I’d give you some options!

- Daisy comes out to Jemma (and vice versa) - fluffy, S1 or AU, Skimmons- Daisy comes out to Coulson - S4, mentions of Daisy x OFC / not ship specific- Daisy comes out to Fitz (and vice versa) - late S1, Ward mentions & mentions of past SW/FW but not (future/endgame) ship specific

If you have an idea for who else you’d like to see her come out to, and/or the circumstances surrounding it (could be the same person as above or someone different, I don’t mind), fire away! 

(otherwise, it’s still on the list, so I’ll just surprise you :P)

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AN ~ I’m always feeling Fitz & Daisy *insert bruce banner face here*. This is set during 1x20/1x21-ish, post-Ward reveal & Daisy rescue, at that motel. Thanks for the prompt, I hope you like it!

Rated light T, for some swearing, & (anti)-Ward mentions.

Read on AO3 (~700wd)

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Today was the longest day ever, Skye decided.

The sun was taking its time to set and she was taking her time to ignore the rest of the team before dinner – and even that, she was tossing up on. She sat by the pool, kicking her feet lazily in the water and watching the light refractions sway and bend. She hadn’t expected a California motel to be this dead, at this time of year, but she was glad for it as she drifted in the silence and her own thoughts.

After a while, she was interrupted by a crunching sound - of ice or glass or gravel – and the appearance of a bottle of beer in the corner of her vision. She turned toward it hesitantly, and found that it was attached to a hand, and the hand was attached to Fitz. Pressing her lips together, Skye offered him what smile she could manage.

“Come to crash my pity party?” she wondered.

“If you’ll have me,” Fitz offered. Skye nodded at the patch of pavement beside her, and Fitz sat, and began unlacing his shoes. Skye almost felt like laughing; just as she almost felt like wrapping her arms around him - for her own comfort or for his, she wasn’t really sure. She settled for cracking the bottle open instead, and returned her attention to the gently swirling water before her. Fitz sat beside her in silence for a while, until he gently asked:

“How’re you doing?”

Skye sighed, long and deep and bitter, and scratched at the label on her bottle with a thumbnail.

“I just feel so… fucking stupid,” she muttered. “I should have seen it. I don’t know how. I should’ve…”

She shook her head, and Fitz hummed in sympathy.

“He’s a master spy, though,” he reminded her. “He’d have to be, or- or they wouldn’t have sent him. You’ve only just started learning all this stuff. We’ve been in it for years and didn’t bat an eyelid. Even May, and if May didn’t catch it, none of us had a snowflake’s chance. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“I guess.” Skye snorted, laughing ruefully before taking a swig of her beer. “Still, I could have at least picked someone fucking normal to – to -“

“Fall in love with?” Fitz suggested.

“If only.” Smiling a little pitifully, she sighed again, and this time felt some weight actually leave her shoulders. “I always fall for fucking useless guys. I just never thought I’d go for that- Hydra- Nazi- monster. I feel like washing my whole soul out with soap. Ugh. I just wish I could go back in time and pick someone else. Jemma, d’you think?”

Fitz spluttered, choking on his beer, and Skye laughed a little; this time for real.

“Shit, sorry!” She slapped him on the back as he recovered. “Guess that hadn’t come up, huh?”

“Nah- no – it’s just –“ Fitz’s voice rasped, and he struggled to get it back under control. “It’s just – your boyfriend, I sort of assumed –“

Skye shook her head. “I’m bi. It’s a common mistake though, cause I do tend to go for guys.”

“Me too.”Skye started before she could stop herself, and Fitz blushed.

“I mean – I don’t go for guys, not really,” he explained. “I don’t go for anyone that much, to be honest. But I meant, I’m bi. I liked you. I liked…”

“Ward?” Skye met Fitz’s eyes with sympathy. “Fuck hot people, am I right? Man, if I ever figure out that soul soap, I’ll let you know.”“Thanks.” Fitz was still blushing, though, as he shook his head. “Honestly, I’m just glad he didn’t pick me. I don’t think I could’ve done what you did. That was bloody brilliant. Smart as hell, but I couldn’t have thought that fast. Or acted that well.”

“Well, thanks, but shitting your pants really does a lot to get the old neurons firing. I think you’d surprise yourself, Fitzy-boy.”

“I think I’d rather not get the chance to, if we’re being honest,” Fitz confessed. Skye grinned, and tapped the neck of his bottle with hers.

“I’ll drink to that,” she declared. “No more adventures for a while, huh?”“If I ever have an adventure again, it’ll be too soon.”

Poly FitzSkimmons. Fluff, but light T for a little bit of mild angst/mild non-graphic implied reference to past abuse.

Read on AO3 (~1200)

Pride (III)

“Babe, do me?”

Shaking her hair out of the way, Jemma held her face out to Daisy, who had just popped the cap off a stick of blue face paint. Daisy crooked a finger under her chin, to hold Jemma in place as she drew a line of blue across each cheek.

“Pink’s on the dresser,” she said. “Oh, man! I didn’t get a yellow one.”

Jemma shrugged. “It wouldn’t show up on my skin anyway. Plus I think the shirt has me covered on that front.”

“That is generally the point of a shirt,” Daisy agreed, and Jemma rolled her eyes. After a bit of a laugh, Daisy realised the third voice had disappeared from their conversation. She looked around, frowning in confusion.

“Where’d Fitz go?” she wondered. Jemma checked too, and sighed.

“The bathroom, probably,” she said. “He gets nervous around Pride sometimes. He’ll be back, he just needs some time to himself, I think.”

Daisy nodded, mostly to herself; trying not to pry as she turned back to the mirror, pink facepaint in hand. She drew the lines slowly, more carefully than she had the blue, thinking. Her mind was already prodding at questions, and though she knew she shouldn’t pry, Jemma must have sensed it.

AN ~ Sure! It got a little angsty (oops) but it’s non-homophobia-related angst. Set in an early S4 AU in which Daisy crashed with a ladyfriend over her vigilante period & now that she’s back with the team, she asks Coulson to make arrangements.

Read (along with a bunch of other platonic drabbles) on AO3.

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“Knock knock,” Daisy says, after knocking, and cringes when her body releases an uncomfortable laugh of its own accord.

“Come in.” Coulson looks up, and when he sees her expression and the way she lingers uncertainly in the doorway, he pushes his work away. Gesturing to the chair on the opposite side of his desk, he takes a guess at the problem.

“So, you and that girl..?”

Daisy studies her fingers. In Shield’s desire to track her down, they’d brought in a young woman named Hayley, who’d been helping and housing Daisy for some time. One thing had led to another and they’d fallen into a slightly twisted summer romance from which Daisy wasn’t sure Hayley would ever be able to fully extract herself. The people around her tended to die, but it was so soft and sweet and such a different world in that haven of having run, of being away, that she’d almost led herself to believe she could get out of her loop.

“You need to send her away,” Daisy insists. “She can’t get wrapped up in this.”

“In what? In you?” Coulson frowns.

Daisy sighs.

“We were together,” she confesses. “We were…And we’re not anymore. Because I’m coming back and she needs to go. She needs to go, Coulson.”

He studies her expression. The fact that she’s trying to hide it from him only adds to its layers of meaning; fear, desperation, frustration. Love.

“You love this girl?”

Daisy shakes her head, trying to resist the urge to fidget.

“Look, I don’t know,” she explains. “We were only together for a while. It was nice. But I can’t – I can’t trap her here, like the others. I have a fucked up romantic life and if…if you can stop it, if you can be the bad guy this once and send her away – make up some bullshit reason about clearance or that you need to send me to Siberia or something –“

Coulson’s eyes had first widened in surprise, but as he watches Daisy begin to pace and fret, he stands up and rounds his desk. Daisy stops a few feet away, and meets his eyes with her own, shining with tears. Coulson smiles softly, trying to reassure her.

“You think bad things happened to Trip and Lincoln because they loved you? Oh, Daisy, it’s not your fault. And those guys – they were heroes. They saved a lot more than you with what they did.”

Daisy nods. She’s told herself the same a thousand times and it only sometimes works. Letting Coulson fold her into his arms, though – that one works quite often. He envelopes her now, and she takes a deep breath.

“I’ll send Hayley away if that’s what you really want,” he promises. “It’s probably for the best, anyway. But not for the reasons you think. We live dangerous lives, Daisy, and that’s not on you, okay?”

“I know,” she mumbles, and Coulson squeezes her a little tighter before he releases her back to arm length.

“And – why didn’t you bring this up earlier?”

“I wasn’t sure…how you’d take it.”

“How I’d take what? You loving another woman?”

“Well. Yeah.” It sounds silly that she ever doubted, now that she voices. After all they’ve been through, all they’ve learnt about each other – including the not insignificant fact that she’s an alien – she can hardly believe she ever thought he’d react any other way than with warmth and love.

“Daisy,” he says, and she’s struck by the pleasant realisation that he’s been using the right name this whole time. “I haven’t seen many miracles in my life. Either of my lives. And I’ve died. So trust me when I say love is one of the most precious things in this world. When you find it, you hold onto that. You hold on tight.”

Daisy nods.

“I know. I will. I – do,” she replies. “I wasn’t trying to hide anything, it’s just…this whole conversation, the whole ‘love’ thing…being raised by a bunch of nuns, and their network kinda leans to the uh, conservative side…”

She scratches the back of her neck and blushes a little. Old white men like Coulson also typically lean to the ‘uh, conservative side’, which, if she was being honest, had also contributed to her reluctance to come out.

“Well, you’re here with us now, and we want you to be happy Daisy. If you’re happy with another woman, celebrate that!”

Daisy smiles, but Coulson notices the hesitation.

“But not with Hayley,” he checks.

“No. Not her. Not…right now.”

“Okay. Then I’ll send her home. I’ll make sure she’s safe.”

Daisy nods. She feels the tears spring back to her eyes so she ducks toward the doorway in case Coulson gets any ideas about hugging her again.

I’ve added your Fitz requests to the list, but I have done bi!Daisy - here. Enjoy!

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