Alex might have been able to grow a beard now, but that sure as fuck didn't give him some manly blessing to forget who the fuck taught him everything he damn well knew about being a spy. They weren't those people anymore, though. Daisy didn't undserstand why Alex was clinging to ancient history, like he wanted to be weak and coddled. As soon as he started after her, Daisy was moving faster, whipping around to haul her hammer up with one strained arm and drop its heavy head between her feet and in the middle of their rational fucking conversation. "The only thing you've ever given me is a pain in the fucking neck," she snarled, twisting her fist around the hammer's handle to squeeze, ready to swing. Go ahead, try to take that away from her. She was waiting.