❛ THAT WAS COULSON. ❜ daisy had been expecting a call for weeks; she had finally settled down, felt utterly comfortable and relaxed in her and jonas’ home, and she was happy. of course that meant it would be time to shake things up again. ❛ he wants us to come back to the base. says it’s safe again. well, safer. ❜ she taps the cellphone against the palm of her hand, a nervous tick which makes it easier to stand the uncomfortable silence settling over their apartment. gabriel is already asleep, and the door to his bedroom is closed shut, and for that she is grateful; moving her gaze from his door to jonas is a feat, mainly because she’s terrifed of what his reaction might be, but also because of how she might react to seeing him. this has become the norm for the two of them now, this little life in their little apartment, and daisy isn’t so sure she’s ready to give it up just yet.
she’s been dreading this since the moment she realised she loved him this isn’t just pulling the rug out from beneath her own feet, but from beneath jonas’ as well. ❛ he wants us back by next week. they need our help, apparently. ❜
STARTER CALL. open — mutuals only. @jonaslies
