A devised lie has been commonly accepted as true when it comes to the one strength above all others: the mind is bordered and contained by fixed limitations. If anything, the existence of telepaths should have proved the brain is far more active that the myths have made it seem in a try of making the globalized citizens feel less capable of ascending and transcending potential. As a conduit to evolution itself, Daisy had to be faced with overcoming the illusion of a limit.

Flesh has decomposed and left spots of windows right into her shattering bones, beneath heavy chains, an odd alloy inscribed with ancient tongues of magics beyond the noted history of the universe. 

Thanos knew that in the absence of a Scarlet Witch awakened, the Phoenix Force was his only live, pertinent impediment who will oppose, foolishly, his wish of restoring balance and solving unanimous problems of poverty for the whole of existence. Years prior to the beginning of his plan, he has documented, with the help of his children, ways of imprisoning and containing cosmic beings as infinite as the Phoenix and those chain were the cumulation of all that which he learnt.

In the ruin of a dead planetary system, a cluster of rocks floating just as lost as herself in space, Daisy's body has been wrapped in those chain meant for Jean, doomed to weakening all the mutations she has perfected herself into. Anything going outwards, even as simple as healing herself from the corrosion of not being made to exist in the void, was meeting the resistance of the chains, yet Jean was trying to actively convince Daisy that her mind could slip through the cracks of this prison, were she only to try harder.

Daisy quit all her personal comfort, tore down her imagine world and sat only with her thoughts, the echo of a pain somewhere amongst the countless lights inside her brain. With her legs crossed in the projection into her mind, her lips pursed and her nose scrunched up, displeased with the little, insignificant progress she had made so far.

She's only reached Jean.

"... and that is probably only because you greased my mind with that Phoenix Force of yours," Daisy frowned and broke her concentration for the thousand time. "Let's face it, Jean, I'm not a strong enough telepath for this." What has changed in her tone was that this time, concern broke through some sprinkled guilt. The ghosts of what Jean made Daisy see of the possible future were a motivation to keep trying as much as they were a constant fear. If she wasn't good enough and everyone died because of it, nothing will ever be able to wash away her failure.

She still remembered so vividly how Jean had proclaimed her Destruction reincarnated, made flesh and it was ironically sad to be humbled by shackles.

"Perhaps you are not, after all," Jean sighed. As nothing but a flickering flame, no larger than the palm of Daisy's hand at that moment, she dimmed herself as the equivalent of a sigh beside the girl. Pulses of light surrounded the darkness of the mind in hues of blue and purple, luminescent similarly to stars and galaxies. "But there are ways weaker telepaths amplify their power to almost infinite potential."

Jean has learnt one single thing from attempting to convince Daisy for far longer than her soul would allow her to tell the mutant: she was more likely to cooperate if the second party agreed with her rather than contested her opinion. Of course, Jean's knowledge proved Daisy was only challenged by the chains Thanos devised, weakening her reach in a spiritual, willed manner, but in order to get the desired outcome, she had to construct her personal fib right into the mind of whom she'd consider almost an acquaintance.

"Like dad uses Cerebro?" Daisy's eyes unfocused. Her whole stance dropped in a melancholic sigh. "He never let me use that one."

"Mortals and their instinctual fear of getting stronger," Jean's disappointment was anchored in her own experience. At the beginning of her journey with the Phoenix Force and accepting to surrender control in order to gain it back ten fold, she too experienced this destructive instinct of preferring to remain weaker. Weakness was associated with normality and normality gave a false feeling of security.

"Charles didn't let you use Cerebro because he knew you'd be able to stretch your mind further than anyone ever reached," Jean continued. "He did it to protect you, of course, but you don't need that protection anymore."

Ever since Adam pushed the last hinges of control off Daisy, there was very little she still needed protection from apparently. Though she thought she was the only danger left to herself, Thanos and his chains proved to be reputable adversaries as well, which was why, her attention perked her away from her stance, turning to the wraith of fire, the little orange glowing ball in the obscurity of her mind.

"Why are you talking like I can reach Cerebro?"

"You've lived around it to make an amplifier like that yourself."

Daisy realized it wouldn't exactly be impossible to reconstruct that thing Charles used and Hank designed, were it not for the chains which actively blocked any sort of telekinesis from even having her grasp a material floating around the dead system. 

"Not outside, silly," Jean's torch flickered with her bemused giggle. "Inside. Build it here."

Having sworn to try everything to get the word out about Thanos' plans, Daisy gave no more than a glare as the hint of discourage disbelief, before returning to a glazed concentration and following these directions she has been given. Tile with tile, a blue, metallic sphere built itself around her, layering wires and optic fibers where they should be, then shaping into existence the ramp and the center control panel, holding the helmet as a beacon of small white lights in front of which she placed herself.

Daisy was drawn into this construct she put together so much that she did not realize Jean's flame has died out quietly and their connection has separated once more, in the favor of the enormous distance between them, at which they have been tossed by the Mad Titan.

Fingertips grazed the helmet before her palms grasped it in a soft, lifting embrace. Raised with its melancholic remembrance of family, Daisy imagined she should place this helmet on her head and so she did, holding her breath with the caution of a child who, until then has been warned away from the activity they were attempting at last. 

Releasing her breath set off an explosion, shattering the dam holding back all which she was able to see. The observable universe was at the grasp of the tip of her sharp mind, an avalanche covering light years faster than light. A heatwave left her hands, grasping breathlessly the bars of the control panel, fighting the pain so it did not kneel her right way. The nuclear potency of the warmth turned to temperatures which bubbled the inner walls of Cerebro and threatened this illusion to an early collapse.

But once Daisy felt the abundance of minds she could reach at the same time, no pain could hold her back from carrying out the warning and making sure the awful future Jean showed her never happened. She gritted her teeth, whitened her knuckles and yellowed her eyes until nothing but that golden glaze separated her lids and lashes. 

Seeing everything was overwhelming, but filtering everything out became possible once Daisy accepted all the pain of her decaying body. That is how her mind projected to the single brain she trusted would love to protect Earth, as it was very much his job.

Doctor Strange saw Daisy in front of his desk and he jumped out of his seat. Spooked at first, Stephen had to quickly cover his shock up with ration: the sanctum was guarded from ghosts or illusions. His mind however... He knew Daisy, much like Charles and other telepaths, was able to project herself in between others' thoughts. Fright of unexpected action quickly turned to absolute rage.

"Where have you been? The whole world is looking for you and your absence brought me nothing but trouble..."

"So you know about Thanos?" Daisy breathed out almost relieved. She was ready to laugh in Jean's face, but unfortunately, she watched instead how Stephen furrowed his eyebrows and dropped the stiffness from his shoulders. 

"Who? No, I am talking about Anchor. They are getting dangerously bold."

"They can wait."

To see Daisy not hesitate even a second to get over her blood-oath hatred for the organization proceeding to conspire and profit off of the worst governmental representatives, along with the horrifying black market suppliers, was perhaps the most concerning detail for Stephen to notice at that late hour. What could possibly be more important that it not only caused her carelessness towards Anchor, but also her six-month absence...?

"Six months?" Daisy exclaimed, hearing some of Stephen's judgement behind the cold and suspicious glare he gave her. "Then...," she swallowed dryly the echo of worrying come from across the planet, from her parents. Daisy had to control herself not to leave her duty just then to simply let both her father's know she was not yet dead.

"Yes?" Stephen insisted with the flutter of his cape, just as curious as him on what news Daisy brought that killed her ever-glowing confidence, earning her in the past the spark of being the center of attention. Now, she looked, even if just a projection, tired and... scared. Stephen couldn't phantom what could have possibly frightened her such, though he had a couple of ideas.

Daisy hesitated at last also because she did not have a palpable hope this imagine solution would really work, therefore, she never had the thought of asking Jean how exactly should she stop that future from happening. Should she just pass the burden onto Stephen's capable shoulders and mention he should help her out of the chains at some point too? 

Thinking carefully about her next move, as in a game of chess she had looped herself into for safety so far, Daisy realized a leader should hide from the fight. Thanos was planning to destroy the mutants because of her. 

"I need you to put an army together for me and have it ready for when I call you again to give a location to the first meeting."

"What? An army? Who would I even...?"

"Anyone," Daisy's gaze was unfocused, adrenaline rushed through her and raised her tension in a dying body left somewhere in space. "Bring everyone who you know could hold their own in a war. If Thanos wants destruction," Daisy looked away, "we'll teach him what that word really means."

"Hold on!" Stephen's intrigued shout of concern was left hanging in emptiness. Daisy was no longer with him and his mind. Instead, having left him the task and solidified her purpose, she realized there were only two more stops for her before the plan could really be called as being in motion. 

Prioritizing, her projection next stretched somewhere in space, where on board a still filthy ship, she scared a crew of six, almost all violently ready to blast nothing at all. Mind projections were concepts a bit beyond their minds, even for the brightest from the group.

"Thanos made you a ghost?" Peter Quill voiced the best conclusion Daisy could ever hope of getting out of the people calling themselves the Guardians of the Galaxy, currently guarding in their team the host of the Soul Stone. 

"Wait, who are you?" Drax frowned, looking at Daisy with no memory whatsoever of their one previous meeting when they landed without authorization on Earth.

"Sol," Daisy addressed directly the woman beside Peter. From behind her sunglasses, she looked worried at the 'ghost', sensing the struggle and hidden request to which she absently nodded. "You know where to find me," Daisy noticed with a smile before disappearing from their cerebral specter. 

Even with their combined slowness, the Guardians and Sol should be strong enough to break the chains, while Daisy made one final stop, with the last tiresome burning cells of her body. The Cerebro constructed behind the walls of her mind were burning away, turning to ash, while the power threatened the shine of the brain's functions. Daisy didn't have much time left, but it was enough to find her way home and see her father, Charles Xavier, breaking his own humane and mutant limits.

Missing sleep, forcing his mind without break and yet failure after failure has determined him to stand now before the wrecked console of the real Cerebro. Erik was out there, leading teams in search for their daughter and from his wheelchair, Charles was useless in finding her. How could she have disappeared without trace? Where could she have went so important that she never said goodbye? 

Charles could not accept that she was dead, not even six months after the traceless disappearance which wrecked his life and the lives of other mutants everywhere. In the absence of the representative they have chosen, governments began walking all over their promises and laws once more. Half of the students panicked in the event of Daisy's sudden absence and now, the halls of his home felt empty more than ever.

"Dad..." Emotion choked Daisy's connection and nothing got through to Charles' strong, but pained mind; nothing but her faded voice and faint touch of a mental bridge.

"Daisy?!" Charles eyes widened ahead. Whatever connection he heard, was gone, but instead of seeing nothing at all, he noticed auburn reflections over the broken control panel, crunched in a breakdown featuring telekinesis. 

Hurried and desperate, the Professor rolled his wheelchair back and turned around, stopping once he came eye to eye with Doctor Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme. "We found her," Charles breathed out the words Stephen has planned on greeting him with.

Her mind was an ache. Daisy was unable to pull back together the piece of her burning and collapsing thoughts, in the detriment of healing as much of her body as possible. Painful hours of no escape from seeing a grey and blurred vision into a frozen reality without air, have been ended only with the touch of Sol, warm and giver of colors. The chains bended to Sol's will and brought on the ship of the Guardians, though still sightless, Daisy regained the ability to heal the ugliest of wounds which have scared Groot away initially.

"We need to find the Asgardians," she explained to them why she rushed to get them back to the cockpit and stop wasting fuel. Daisy's voice was hoarse and confusing everyone in her worry. While still connected to the observable universe, she heard the dying cry for help of a people whose minds identified themselves by that species name. 

"Oh, Asgard is a lovely place to visit," Sol smiled, still holding her hand close to Daisy's shoulder, affectionate. "Though I thought you wanted to rally everyone against Thanos, not go sightseeing."

"Asgard has an army," Gamora nodded, "it's a good thinking."

"Do we really have to deal with Loki again?" Peter sighed audibly while he seated himself in his pilot chair. "I heard he has a live brother, maybe we can pick sides and leave Loki out of this one."

"Loki has the Space Stone," Daisy coughed out the dryness of her throat with one of the only facts she heard over the large scale telepathy she felt she could never attempt again for a while. She tugged the little jacket Sol covered with better around herself. "Thanos will be looking for the Asgardians."

author's note:    please, i have soo much ranting to do about this chapter cause i left it vague because it's supposed to be interpretative to the reader !!

"limitations are the true illusions and once your mind believes it, it's possible" is basically the conclusion of it and ahhhhhh, yes, sol is here !!!

AND STEPHEN SAYING anchor is getting "dangerously bold"... get it? CAUSE Anchor got Mr. Harss aka Danger on their side now-

SORRY FOR MY FANGIRLING, i am just hyped

👀👀👀 also, two more things:
1) daisy really just chose war

2) this: