𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒
I don't even know what's wrong with me anymore

"OH, my God." Daisy chuckled. "I never even thought of that. You must find so much weird stuff in people's cars," she said to one of the mechanic's that work with Robbie — Canelo. "Now I'm racking my brain, wondering what I've left in mine."

"Ah." Canelo chuckled. "Oh, hey, Robbie." She turned around to see Robbie's back to her. "So, this girl is telling me—"

"Robbie Reyes," Daisy interrupted Canelo, a humorless chuckle leaving her lips. "Wow. You look so different from the last time I laid eyes on you. Long time no see."

Robbie turned to her. "Yeah, it's been a minute." He kept his intense brown eyes on her's.

"I was just telling Canelo here." She laid her hand on Canelo's shoulder. "How tight we used to be back at Garfield High. The stories I could tell..."

"What are you doing here?" He asked her rudely which made her bite back the smirk that so badly wanted to appear on her face.

"I'm having trouble with my van. Yesterday, out of nowhere, it just burst into flames." She made it sound more dramatic than she should've, but she was having fun with this. "And I hear you're sort of an expert at that kind of thing, so I figured it was time for us to reconnect." She lifted her drinking cup up and took a sip, raising her eyebrows at him.

Minutes later, Robbie started to look at her van. "I don't know." He shrugged, walking to the side of my van. "Looks fine to me."

"The engine caught fire," Daisy told him, tilting her head. "How is that not a dangerous problem?"

He turned around and looked her in the eyes, again. "Maybe you should leave it alone. So you don't get hurt." He leaned towards her. "Or smoked," he whispered. He then jumped into her van to look at it from the inside.

"You claim your victims earn that," Daisy whispered to him. "Hard to verify all of them."

"Somehow, you tracked me down. Just to talk."

She shrugged. "I figured you're either on the right side of things or..."

"Or what?" He looked to her, "Or else? You're out of your mind coming here. You may know who I am, but you don't know me or what I'm capable of."

She smirked and spoke aloud, "It's funny you should mention that. I was just thinking of how many memories I have of you, Reyes. Not this "too cool for school" version you've got going on now, but... the real you."

"He wasn't always the, uh, strong silent type?" Canelo questioned, looking at Robbie with amused eyes.

"Well, I've known him since Crandall Elementary," Daisy stated. "He was always quiet, like he was hiding something." She chuckled. "The two of us used to hit up the Moonraker Arcade down in Little Tokyo. Isn't that right, Robbie?" Robbie stopped what he was doing and turned to glare at her. "Yes, it is, so I've seen a side of him that most people haven't. We used to hang there every day till your uncle would pick you up. How's he doing these days?"

He looked at his coworkers first before leaning towards Daisy. "You get lost... or I'll get angry. So angry, I may not remember what I do to you. Sometimes, I prefer it that way."

"In front of them?" Daisy nodded her head towards the workers that were around them.

Robbie sighed. "It's just a hose loose." He jumped into the driver seat and started the car. "You're all good."

Daisy held out her hand and sent a shock wave to the engine. "Oh, no. Look at that. Looks like we'll be here for a little bit longer."

DAISY walked up to Robbie again who turned to her, annoyed, "What do you want?"

She turned to him as he put away his tools and wiped his greasy hands on a towel. "I looked into your kills. Some of them check out."

"I told you," Robbie told her, "It's vengeance."

"Vengeance." She clicked her tongue. "Right. Well, "vengeance" seems to put you on the same track as me. So tell me what you know."

"Look." He sighed. "Detective... they got what they deserved. End of story."

"All right." Daisy nodded. "Now I'll tell you what I know. There's a group called the Watchdogs. They're hunting people like us."

"Us"?"

Daisy furrowed her eyebrows at his confusion, "Inhumans."

He scoffed. "That's not what I am."

"Look, I..." She took in a breath and sighed. "I know what you're going through. I've been there, and I know that it's hard to understand, but killing people is not—"

He cut her off, "You're here to counsel me? You want to save my soul? I'm telling you, girl, I sold mine."

"To the devil?" Daisy asked in disbelief, crossing her arms.

"He was the only one buying, you know?" Robbie stepped towards her, trying to intimidate her. "Look, I'm done talking. You want to throw down again, we could do that. I like my chances. You want to turn me in? Try it. I've got nothing to lose."

"You may not, but Gabe might be a little sad to lose his big brother." She fake pouted. "You're all he's got."

"Robbie!" Canelo shouted. "Listen, I got to take the truck, drop off a GTO in Palm Desert."

"Take all the time you need. I'll lock up," Robbie told him with a sigh.

"Andale. Mañana." The door closed as Robbie walked to his tool box and brought out a wrench.

"Now, you?" Robbie pointed at her with the wrench. "You shouldn't have mentioned my brother." His eyes glowed orange and the wrench caught on fire.

Daisy tensed and started to back up, knowing she couldn't win this fight with the way her wrists are. "Doesn't have to go this way." She tried to calm him down.

"You're wrong."

Seeing that he wasn't gonna back done, Daisy lifted her hands up and blasted a shock wave onto a car that was on a lift. It tilted over and fell towards Robbie. As it crashed, she yelled out, cradling her wrists to her stomach.

Robbie came out from behind the car, angrily, and ripped out the pipe from the car. It caught on fire as he continued to walk towards her. She thrusted out her hand and threw back a tool shelf towards him, but he dodged it.

He swung the pipe at her but she dodged it by going to the left. He swung at her again, but unlike last time, it got her on her arm, making her groan in pain.

Daisy fell to the floor and looked up at Robbie to only get punched across the face, everything going black.

DAISY woke up to being tied to a chair. Rope went around her body MULTIPLE  times, holding her down to a chair. Her hands were tied together behind her back. She groaned in pain and started trying to move around which only made everything hurt even more.

"I've seen a lot of breaks." She looked up at Robbie. "Your arm is fractured, not broken." Daisy grunted, still trying to get free. "Keep trying to bust out of that, I can't guarantee it'll stay that way."

Daisy stopped her movements and looked to Robbie who was going through a box of her stuff. "What are you doing?"

"Looking for proof. You see, this is new for me. I've never been—"

"A kidnapper?" She interrupted him.

Robbie looked to her, annoyed. "Caught. You know who I am, which is a problem. For both of us. A problem that has to go away."

"Threaten me all you want," she stated. "You think I'm afraid to die?"

"I think you want it." She looked down due to his words; she knew that he was right. "No doubt. You got a death wish. Coming back to find me after I let you live. You told me not to. Said you deserved it. I'm just looking for proof that you do."

"And then?" Daisy asked, tilting her head.

"My problem goes away. And your wish comes true." He sat down on a chair, and continued to look through her stuff, "You've got ghosts haunting you. Something in your past you can't live with. You could just tell me."

"Haunting me?" She asked. "This coming from the guy who thinks he's possessed."

"I prayed for vengeance," she stated through gritted teeth. "I got it. You? Fighting to right every wrong, all the while begging to be taken out. Seems to me your thing is serving penance." She looked away as he picked up a journal, her eyes glistening with tears. "You know, we're not so different, you and me. Yeah, you just feel bad for the dead in your wake. I don't feel anything."

She rolled her eyes. "If that were true, you would've killed me by now. Are you really telling me you don't feel curious about what's going on out there? You hunted those skinheads down. Why?"

"They spilled innocent blood."

"Wow," Daisy remarked sarcasically. "Listen to you. Take yourself seriously much? They were working with the Chinese. Does that happen a lot around here?" He didn't answer her. "Didn't think so. And outfitted with RPGs. You're not interested in how these things are connected? Look, I know that the big picture is kind of lost on you, but someone is arming them, uniting them, and that should concern us both."

"I said I'm not what you are," Robbie reminded her.

"You're enhanced," she stated facts. "And you just said that we're not that different. I'm sorry, but you just said that.... like ten seconds ago." She sighed  "They won't stop until a lot of people are dead. Or they are. And who knows what kind of weapon they stole from the energy lab in Pasadena. Still haven't been able to dig up any infor—"

He cut her off, "Wait. What did you say?"

She looked him in the eyes, "Momentum Alternative Energy Lab. Printout right there in your hands. Best I can tell, that's where they stole the weapon from. But it's been shut down for years." He looked at the paper amd angrily threw it down. He stood up from his chair and started walking towards the door. "Wait. Does that mean something to you? Robbie!" She shouted as he grabbed duck tape. "No!" Her yell was muffled as he taped mouth shut and left.

Daisy grunted and watched as he walked away. She looked down and strained herself as she sent a shockwave from her body, breaking the rope that was keeping her tied down. She whimpered and bent over, holding her arms close to her body.

Quickly, like ripping off a bandaid, she reached up and yanked the tape off of her mouth, and ran after him.

She got outside just in time to see him drive away in his black car. She threw out her hands and launched herself towards the car, and latched onto the roof of it, swishing side to side due to how fast he was driving. He was deliberately trying to throw her off.

Soon, she heard an angry growl, and fire emerged from the hood of the car, blinding her. She lifted up her left arm and covered her face, all the while, trying to keep her grip on the roof.

It didn't work seeing as she was thrown off, making her wrists way worse than it was seeing as she landed on it.

DAISY walked into the lab to see Fitz trying to get Mack out of a contain module thing. She could see Robbie in Ghost Rider form.

"Fitz!" He looked to Daisy and backed up, and she threw out her good hand and blasted the latched handle to the module. It broke off and Mack bursted out.

She ran towards Robbie to see him disintegrate what looked like a ghost.

Mack picked up a gun and went to go after Robbie but Daisy ran in front of Mack to stop him, cradling her hurt wrists to her chest. "No. No, no, no." Mack looked her in the eyes, glaring. "Don't," she begged.

DAISY winced as Mack put a splint on her fractured wrist.

"There." He lightly patted her wrist. "Is that too tight?" She shook my head, not saying anything. "So... that fire-headed Inhuman..."

"He's", Daisy sighed, "Not an Inhuman."

"Huh?" Mack was confused.

"I'm not sure what he is," Daisy admitted with a sigh.

"I am," Mack told her as Fitz sat behind him. "He's a killer. That truck heist in East L.A. ... three people were brutally murdered."

"What if they deserved it?" She asked, tilting her head.

"Is that how it is now?" She sucked in an breath. "You're running with a vigilante who decides who lives or dies?"

"I'm not running with anyone," Daisy told him, a little too harshly than she meant to. "But he can't be all bad. He came here tonight and he saved Fitz's life."

"Yeah, but from what? What — What was that thing?"

She furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head. "I have no idea."

"Daisy, come home with us." She abruptly looked away from Mack as he said those words. "So we can properly take care of that arm. We have a drug that can help those bones heal faster. Now, our supply keeps running low, but we're about to..." he stopped talking, coming to the realization. "But you already have it, don't you?"

She sighed after a moment of silence.

"It's Yo-Yo," Mack realized. "She's stealing it, and... you two have been in touch this whole time. We've been out there looking for you, trying to protect you and put the pieces back together, and you ... Why? Why are you doing this?"

"Because she's turned her back on us, Mack!" Daisy flinched as Fitz yelled, "Because something terrible happened, and she didn't want our help getting through it."

She took in a shaky breath. He doesn't understand what she's been through. He doesn't know how she can barely wake up in the morning to continue her life. He doesn't know anything of what she feels.

"Slow down, Turbo," Mack warned him after seeing. her crestfallen face.

Fitz continued anyway, "Well, we've all been through terrible things ... all of us ... and we've never turned our back!"

Tears pooled in her eyes as she forced herself to look Mack in the eyes. "I-I'm...oh, god," She raised her good hand to her face and wiped away a stray tear. "I'm doing what I need to do."

"And it still affects us," Mack told her, "Like it or not."

She opened her mouth multiple times before speaking, "Thank you for the splint." She got up and left.

DAISY got in my van and tried starting her van with her one good hand, but it seemed to not want to start. "Come on, come on, come on, come on," she begged, tears threatening to burst from her eyes any second now. But, yet, her van still didn't want to start. "Come on!" She angrily punched the steering wheel before jumping out of her van.

Robbie, in his black car, came to a streeching halt in front of her. He looked at her through the passenger window. "Your friends with you?"

She squinted her eyes at him. "No. I left them."

He nodded. "Good. You want to know what's connecting these things."

"Yeah." She nodded.

He sighed. "I think it might be me." He reached over and opened the passenger door for her.

Daisy hesitated before getting in the car, knowing that whatever was about to come out of this, it'll mostly consist of smoke and fire.