Daisy had been a mess lately. Really, mess was a polite way of putting it. So was lately. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt like she was in control of her life. She was pretty sure that she had left control behind in the bygone days when she'd been Skye. When the team had been a family. Before Ward had been Hydra, or before they had known he'd been Hydra, when everything had felt good and hopeful. Basically, when they'd been living a giant lie. Her life hadn't been happy, but it had made sense. She had made sense. Now, it felt like her skin was too small and there was just so much inside of her that it was hard to hold it all in. She missed being Skye. Being uncomplicated. Just a hacker with no parents and a tendency to fall for guys who were bad for her. She had joined SHIELD to find herself, but now she couldn't help but wonder if she would have been better off never knowing.
She loved her powers, they were a part of her and they were right, but it didn't change the fact that they had been forced on her. That she had been violated by people who had torn apart her family. She had an identity, she knew who she was and where she came from, but she'd also learned that her parents were monsters and she had lost them both in different ways. Her mother was dead and her father didn't remember her. The team was fractured. Lincoln had died and, here at least, and possibility of "them" had been destroyed when he'd decided that he wanted Ward as part of his life. Ward. Seeing him every day hurt. He had betrayed her. He had hurt her. He had made her feel things for him and he had broken her with it. She wished he was dead. Like back home. She was just so angry all the time and it hurt to feel like that. Which was why she was wandering, exploring the more abandoned parts of the city, instead of spending time with her friends. She felt raw inside. She didn't want to crack open those wounds and show them to anyone else, but she was also tired of holding them in.
When she saw the fire, her first instinct was to jump into action. Save the day. Help people. The instincts being with SHIELD had given her. But it was pretty clearly the kind of building nobody would be in. And the figure standing near, but not too near, gave her pause. She recognized him, enough at least not to attack him. He reminded her of James. Not Bucky. James from back home. He'd had the same love of destruction and explosions. She kind of missed him. And, honestly, watching the fire, the damage it caused, pulled at something in her. At that small, dark part of her that just wanted to hurt something until the constant ache in her chest went quiet. She only hesitated a moment before she made her way over to Mick.
"Does it help?" she asked quietly, but loud enough to be heard. She hoped she hadn't startled him. She hoped the answer was yes. She hoped a lot of things, really.