She might kill him before, if he kept her cooped up any longer without anyone else to sacrifice. That definitely wasn't going to be her food, however frustrated she was, so Daisy gave a swift kick to the table instead of throwing the noodles across the room, upsetting the rest of the cartons and sending the bottles singing together on the ground. "Keep his focus?" she demanded, not appreciating the obscurity. "Why don't I fucking blind him and we can stop scheming in a fucking hole?" She burned under her skin and the last time Daisy felt any stillness was when she tore up the streets of Queens. Captain America was still out there, he crawled out of the grave she made him and he could handle another fight, and Alex wasn't even thinking of that. It was all Fury and his little pet project, like that was all there was in the world. At least working for S.H.I.E.L.D. meant there was always another enemy around the corner.