It happened so fast. My whole world managed to crash down on me in one day. That's all it took, is one day. Funny how fast things can change. How fast you can lose someone, or even yourself. One day, that's all it took.

That's all I thought about as the torture didn't stop or slow down. They can cut me, bruise me, stab me, even shoot me. I would still never give up the information I have on S.H.I.E.L.D. Ever. Not on FitzSimmons, May, Mack, Coulson. The ones I love. My family.

These were my thoughts as the life slowly drained from me.

Two days earlier.

I ran as fast as I could. Usually I would never run from a fight, but this was different. This wasn't even fair. As I ran past past the lab FitzSimmons always were in, not currently, water dripped from my shirt. And hair.

As I rounded a corner leading to the bunks I thought better, knowing May was probably there.The last thing I need right now Is May yelling at us.I turned left. Dead end. Feeling panic swell inside me, I turned right. Dead end. So I turned the only way I could and faced the unfair fight I would unwillingly participate in.

Their voices carried down the long cement hallways. "Come on Daisy, there's no where to run! Surrender and we won't gotohard on you."

His voice was getting closer.

"I know your over here somewhere and I'm out forrevengefor what you did to me."

I peeked around the corner and held my gun up, dripping. Only to be disarmed by not only Coulson, but May too. Guess she wasn't in the bunks and decided to participate in the fun after all.

Doing what I know best, I reached for Coulsons gun and turned him into a human shield just as May pulled the trigger.

And Coulson gotsoaked.

"May! Your supposed to shoot Daisy, not your partner!" Coulson whined.

I avoider getting wet by the squirt guns by using Coulson but that soon changed when Fitz and Mack jumped out from behind me anddrenchedme.

"Ahhh!" I turned around giggling and it was open season as everyone turned on each other and started squirting each other.

Just as we all settled down and lowered our weapons, Jemma snuck up on Coulson with a bucket of water and threw it.

Needless to say that the highly trained spy heard her and sidestepped just as the water came out. Only to soak someone else. And said someone else wasn't very happy.

"Simmons!" May growled. Jemma just stood there and covered her mouth with one hand, empty bucket in the other, unsure whether to run, laugh or apologize.

"May," she started at a loss for words. May wouldn't hear any of it as she raised her gun and shot the guilty scientist between the eyes.

"Call it even?" Mack spoke up for everyone. We all burst out laughing.

As we all settled down Coulson was the first to speak up.

"I'm sure gonna miss this base. At least we finally got to have that war we've always wanted..." he stated as he started to walk down the hallway to the bunks. Most likely to dry off and shower before we leave for a new base. Somewhere in the Northern Pennsylvania, close to New York.

"Yea but I think it's pretty clear that Jemma and I won this fight," I stated confidently.

"In your dreams Tremors, Turbo and I have you way beat. Hands down, no arguments." Mack argued. We all kept walking towards our bunks arguing about who won before we all showered, packed for tomorrow, and went to bed.

I woke to the smell of smoke. Wait. Smoke?

All I thought of was fire. Somewhere there's a fire, or some really bad cooking.

Without hesitation I jumped out of bed as my bare feet hit the ground and grabbed my Icer. Creeping towards the door I opened it and checked the hallway, or what little I could see anyways. Smoke covered every inch of my vision and I put my sleeve to my mouth and held my gun up making my way towards FitzSimmons room, theirs being across from mine.

As I reached the doorway I could tell something was wrong as I saw a figure was too big to be Fitz or Simmons and held my Icer tighter.

"Freeze or I will shoot you!" I threatened as I walked towards the mysterious person to get a better view. This person was way to big because he wore a protective suit against the smoke. That covered every inch of his body, cased of with an oxygen tank.

The figure slowly turned towards me and looked at my gun. Deciding it was no threat, he advanced towards me. Hoping rather than relying, I let off a few shots at him. The Icer splattered like paint.

New methods needed. Tossing the gun aside I held my hands up and focused on the vibrations that formed my attacker and released. Watching him fly ten feet away into a wall gave me confidence as I made my way towards FitzSimmons bed.

They were gone. Nothing but tangled and messed up sheets lay there. The smoke was starting to become a problem as my lungs eventually started to itch and I involuntarily started couphing and gasping for clean air.

No such luck. I turned around and started making my way towards the exit, hoping everyone made it out because if I didn't get out soon, I might end up like my mystery attacker.

Knowing every inch of this base, I made my way towards the closest exit, which just so happened to be the hanger. Just as I reached the door I felt it clearly now.

Vibrations.

Lots of vibrations. Panic began to overwhelm me as I rushed for the hanger door and just as I reached it, the door opened from the outside and another mysterious man in a pretective suit stepped out. And saw me.

Try as I did, I was no match for this man as he pulled a gun on me, a real gun and fired.

Everything that happened next was a blur as searing hot pain grazed my upper right arm. Before I could even quake him he walked up to me and all I saw was a fist. Then, nothing.