Title: A Night Out With the Girls
Author: Alysia
Category: Crossover between AOS and Avengers.
Summary: This is my attempt at a soulmate one-shot. Like a majority of my stories for these fandoms, it's Captain Quake. Oh, and it's longer than a one-shot.
Author's Note: Okay, so I didn't get any writing done on my other active Captain Quake stories. I suffered an aneurism and was in the hospital for 25 days. Needless to say, I was unconscious for most of February. I started writing this prior to that, but because I'm not quite where I was before all of this, part of my therapy has been typing and strengthening my eyes that way. It's a slower and frustrating process, but I'm trying.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters familiar to Marvel.

Chapter 1

"Hmmm," Jemma Simmons said, mulling over the question. "I guess I would have to go with Bruce Banner."

It was the first girl's night they'd had in ages. Even though Melinda May was still off on her extended vacation with Andrew Garner and Bobbi Morse was still healing from her ordeal at Grant Ward's hand, she'd needed to get away from the Playground, even if it was just for the night. Daisy and Jemma both agreed to accompany her.

"Really?" Bobbi asked. She figured Jemma would have gone with a more obvious choice like Thor or even Clint. Though they were different specimens, both had attractive qualities and great arms.

Jemma shrugged. "If I have to be stranded with anyone, I'd want it to be with someone I had something more in common with," she explained then. "It was either between him or Tony Stark, but I don't think I could handle the latter's abrasiveness." She looked at Daisy, whom was staring into nothingness. "Daisy?" She asked, trying to gather her friend's attention.

The sound of her voice being called pulled her from her thoughts. "Hmm?" Daisy Johnson responded as she blinked several times to clear the fog that had settled over her.

"It looks like you're here with us, but your mind is miles away…" Jemma trailed off, looking her friend over with a critical gaze. She knew the emotional toll the last few weeks had taken on Daisy, but for the most part, her friend seemed to come out mostly unscathed.

"Sorry, I zoned out," the Inhuman excused as she pasted a smile on her face. "What were we talking about?"

"If you were stranded on a desert island with one Avenger, who would you want it to be with?" Bobbi asked. "Jemma's choice is Bruce Banner."

Instead of answering, Daisy sent the question to Bobbi. "If you were stranded on a desert island with one Avenger, who would it be?"

"Thor," Bobbi replied easily. "Your turn."

"Tony Stark," Daisy answered just as swiftly.

Jemma frowned upon hearing the answer. "Huh, I wouldn't have guessed. I mean aside from the mutual computer genius trait…" She had never heard her friend gush about any of the Avengers, but she had noticed that her friend seemed to find a particular favorite in Coulson's 'Trust Cap' coffee mug. However, she didn't rightly know if it was because Daisy was a Captain America fan or if it was because it belonged to Coulson.

Daisy nodded with ease. "That way he could activate his Iron Man suit and fly us back to civilization," the Inhuman finished.

"Oh, come on, that isn't what we meant," Jemma cajoled her, wanting a real answer. "We never have a night to ourselves like this, might as well make the best of it."

Daisy sent her friend an expectant look. "Weren't you the same person who told me that she wouldn't have anything to do with my 'bad-girl shenanigans?'"

A laugh instantly bubbled up from the newest addition to the three. Bobbi looked from the bio-scientist to the Inhuman with a smirk on her face. "What? Bad-girl shenanigans?"

Jemma immediately blushed and Daisy giggled before she turned to Bobbi. "When we were on the Bus, before Hydra, we had to go to the Hub because Victoria Hand asked Coulson if she could borrow Fitz and Ward for a mission. At the time, I was still majorly anti-SHIELD and I wasn't happy that they'd been asked to assist someone else. I hacked the computers-"

"You actually hacked the computers at the Hub?" Bobbi interrupted, unable to help herself.

Daisy nodded. "And discovered there was no extraction plan in place," she finished as if the other woman hadn't questioned her. "I was on coms with Jemma, when she was in a restricted area and Sitwell happened upon her. She shot him."

"You shot Jasper Sitwell?" Bobbi asked, turning an appraising look on Jemma. How had she not heard that story before?

"With the 'night, night' gun," Jemma mumbled her excuse.

"Still, not something most would have done," Bobbi offered for her friend.

Jemma cleared her throat. "If I can shoot people, the least you could do is answer honestly. So, if you were stranded on a desert island with an Avenger, who would you want it to be?"

"You do realize that the key phrase in that question is 'stranded' right?" Daisy scoffed. "Exactly how much sex do you think is going to be happening during such a situation?"

"Personally," a male's voice interrupted, "I'd choose Thor. His arms are so dreamy…" He finished with a dramatically fanciful voice.

The Inhuman's attention fell on Jemma, noticing her friend's wide-eyed astonishment. Curious about the reaction, she turned around to look at the person that had interrupted their conversation and easily came to the realization why Jemma had reacted in such a way. Clint Barton, otherwise known as Hawkeye, was standing directly behind her side of the booth. However, his attention was trained on Bobbi.

"Bobbi Morse," Clint said, stepping around Daisy's chair. "You are the last person I expected to see tonight."

With a slight bit of trouble, Bobbi stood up and hugged him. "Yeah, well, last I checked, your address isn't anywhere near here," she replied.

He smirked in response. "It isn't, I had a few days to myself and thought I'd visit an old friend. I saw you across the restaurant and thought I'd say 'hi.'" He looked down at her still healing leg. "What happened to you?"

Daisy watched the exchange, wondering what her teammate would say. As far anyone in the general population knew, SHIELD was still dead in the water, which was the way Coulson preferred it. However, given the former tie that the Avengers had with SHIELD, she wondered if the rule applied to them. After they broke ties with the organization, she hadn't thought to ask. There'd been no point up until then.

"Accident at spinning class," Bobbi excused.

Daisy watched as Clint pursed his lips in response.

"Uh huh…spinning class," he parroted, the disbelief obvious in his voice. Instead of commenting on it though, he opted to change the subject. "Are you going introduce us?"

"Guys, meet Clint Barton. Clint, this is Jemma Simmons and Sk-sorry," the statuesque woman said, casting an apologetic smile at the Inhuman. "Daisy, Daisy Johnson. I met them at spin class."

Clint leaned over and offered his hand to Jemma first and then Daisy. "It's nice to meet you, Jemma," he said, making sure to repeat her name so he would have an easier time remembering it. "And Sk-Daisy," he turned to the brunette, watching as Daisy smiled in response. "Is there an interesting story behind the name change or is Daisy the moniker you use when being introduced to strange men?" He asked, his voice lowering into a conspiratorial whisper.

Daisy couldn't help her giggle of amusement. "Neither," she replied, but didn't offer an explanation.

When his new acquaintance didn't attempt to draw out her response, he looked back to Bobbi. "I assume I won't find Hunter around anywhere…" Though he was sure he knew he wouldn't see him, there'd been no harm in asking.

"No. When we decided to go out, the guys decided to lay low on the home front," she answered with a shrug.

He smirked. "Ah, so, you're back on right now…" he trailed off with a shake of his head. He didn't understand how the pair did it. If he fought that much with Laura, he'd divorce her and not go back for more. "How long has it been this time?"

"Six months…I think." There'd been so many break-ups and make-ups she'd lost count.

"That a record for you two?" Clint asked innocently.

Bobbi narrowed her gaze on him. "I didn't know you traded in your bow and arrow for a chance to do comedy."

He held his hand up as a show of silent surrender. "Just curious," he excused, wearing an all too innocent smile before looking over his shoulder. When he noticed that Steve Rogers and Wanda Maximoff were looking at him while a waiter stood at the end of their booth, he nodded. "I should get back to my table," Clint said as he turned back towards the three women. "Looks like they're ready to order."

Daisy followed his gaze, her eyes widening when she spotted Captain America and two vaguely familiar people, one a man and the other a woman. It had been a while since she'd followed any Avenger news, but weren't they the newest recruits? What were the chances they'd run into four Avengers?

Bobbi offered him a smile. "Take care, Clint," she wished.

"You too," he responded before looking at her companions. "Ladies, it was nice to have met you."

"Same here," Daisy responded as Jemma also chimed in. When he departed, she made sure he was far enough away before she spoke again. "We need to go," she said, not at all comfortable with the idea that they were only several feet from half of the Avenger team.

"Would you relax?" Bobbi asked.

Daisy shook her head in negative as she reached into her purse to pull out enough money to cover their meals. "No," she denied. "We need to leave."

"Why?" Bobbi returned. "It isn't like they're sitting with us."

"You know as well as I do how trouble seems to follow us," Daisy answered. "If something goes wrong, we're too close in proximity to them."

"You're just being paranoid."

Daisy could only shake her head in negative. "Jemma," she said, turning to the other woman for back up. Jemma was always cautious, surely, she agreed with her...

Jemma nibbled on her bottom lip and looked between the pair. "Normally, I'd agree with you," she began. "But it isn't as if we've gone out on a surveillance mission." If they were intentionally looking for information or following a lead, she would have chimed in her agreement. "I think you may be overreacting a bit," she said softly, hoping she didn't offend the other woman. All they were doing was having dinner.

Daisy halted her actions. She opened her mouth to say something, but when their waitress stopped in front of their table with three martinis she was distracted.

"We didn't order any drinks," Jemma informed the waitress.

The waitress nodded. "I'm to tell you to consider this an apology for some good-natured ribbing," she recited as she set the drinks down in front of each woman.

All three women searched out the crowd for Clint, each acknowledging him in response. Daisy watched as her girlfriends each took a sip from their glasses as she set her own down on the table. She'd considered returning the drink, but she didn't want to seem rude. Instead, she'd offer it up to the first taker. Under normal circumstances, she would have easily accepted the drink, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

In the past couple weeks, things at the Playground had settled down. Life was almost normal. There'd been no issues. Hydra was still mysteriously quiet, no one was incessantly carving anything, no alien artefacts or cities popped up, it just…was. It had been nice for the first few days, but it had gotten to the point where Daisy was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"You really aren't drinking?" Bobbi asked.

Daisy could only shrug in response. "I get that I've been outvoted and that we aren't leaving just yet, but we do need a designated driver," she excused, meeting the other woman's gaze steadily. They both knew it wasn't the only reason, but instead of calling her on it, Bobbi just nodded. "I'm going to use the restroom, I'll let the two of you decide who gets this drink."

When Daisy emerged into the short hallway from the restroom, she moved away from the door before leaning against the wall. Fishing her phone out of her pocket, she checked for any missed calls. When she heard the creak of a door opening, she looked up to make sure she wasn't in anyone's way and she met the man's gaze. It was…argh, what was his name?

Recognizing the woman as one of three that Clint had chatted with before, he nodded at her. She didn't respond, but she appeared to be studying him. "Uh, hello…"

The sound of his voice broke her attention and Daisy cleared her throat. "Sorry," she apologized. "I know you're one of the Avengers associates and I was trying to remember your name," she replied.

His eyes moved around the hallway. "You didn't wait for me outside the restroom to ask me that…" He trailed off, the question turning into a statement of sorts.

"Oh, no!" She exclaimed. Extending her hand out and showed him her mobile phone. "I was checking messages," she added then. "This was just a weird coincidence." She tucked her phone away. "Daisy Johnson," she introduced herself, holding her hand out to him.

"Sam Wilson," he replied as he shook it. "I hope I didn't offend you, it's just…some of the things I've heard from Steve and the others about what some fans are willing to do to meet one of them…" he didn't finish the explanation, hoping she'd get the picture.

Daisy giggled. "Sorry, I guess you're gonna have to wait a little longer for that experience." When several screams were heard from the restaurant, the smile dimmed from her face and she rushed into the dining area to see what people had reacted to. When she discovered a patron sitting at a table encased in the same soft, stone-like shroud that she'd undergone terrigenesis in, she stopped short.

"What the hell?"

Daisy cast a look in the space next to her and noticed Sam. While the table was cleared of anyone else and those in the close vicinity backed away in case it was contagious, Daisy quickly scanned the rest of the restaurant. She noticed that both her friends and Sam's table mates were looking closely to see what the ordeal was. She looked back to the unfortunate Inhuman. Upon noticing the cracks form in the rocky cocoon, she made her way closer intending to give whomever it was a friendly greeting, ready to offer assistance. When she felt a hand close around one of hers and stop her movements, she turned to look at Sam.

"Maybe you shouldn't get too close," he cautioned, never pulling his attention from the encased person.

"I appreciate the concern, but I've seen this before," she said as she gently pulled her hand free from his, completely missing the look of skepticism from Sam. When the casing broke, Daisy cautiously approached the young man that was left in place. His breathing was labored, and he was visibly shaken by his experience.

Blinking several times, he looked across the table, finding it empty. "Casey?" He asked, referring to his girlfriend.

"I'm here, Kyle," Casey said, moving towards him.

Her sweet voice was music to his ears. He looked towards the direction he'd heard her voice come from. However, he was distracted by the green that surrounded her body. "Casey? What's wrong with you?"

Daisy immediately looked from the guy towards the woman and looked her over. The woman appeared completely normal, if not a little upset. She turned her attention back on the Inhuman.

"Nothing's wrong. I'm fine," Casey said.

Kyle immediately shook his head in negative. "You're encased in a layer of green."

Daisy cleared her throat gathering attention from the pair. "Hi," she greeted, stopping a few feet in front of the man. "Kyle, is it?" She asked for clarification.

Not bothering to confirm anything for the unknown woman, he looked at her, noticing she was surrounded in a violet shade. "What's it to you?"

"My name is Daisy Johnson and I'm like you." She looked between the pair as each asked a question.

"So, you can fix him?" Casey asked.

"You see the colors too?"

Daisy ignored the girlfriend and focused on Kyle. "Not exactly," she shook her head. "I'm what's called an Inhuman. I have a different ability." Around her, murmurs grew louder. "I can give you answers, but I can't do that here."

"Inhuman?" Casey asked, taking a step back before she looked to Kyle.

Not missing the action, Kyle frowned at his girlfriend. "Casey?"

The young woman took another step back. "You're one too?"

Watching the scene, Daisy couldn't hide her wince. She was instantly brought back to the conversation she'd walked in on when the rest of her team discovered her powers. Her heart went out to him, knowing exactly what he was feeling. When the crowd surrounding them began to look towards the glass windows, she followed the general gaze and discovered…was that the military going around to the front of the building? She began patting her pockets, hoping she'd absentmindedly put the car key in her pocket. "Damn it," she muttered, realizing they were inside her purse across the restaurant with Bobbi and Jemma.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked.

Daisy turned around, having forgotten about him. "I don't have my keys on me."

Sam looked at the men closing in. "You really shouldn't run from them," he advised.

"Yeah, well, they look like the 'shoot now, ask questions later,' kind of people and that doesn't bode well for Kyle." Or her… There was no way she could make it to her purse and back to Kyle before they stormed in the door. It would make getting away a little tricky, but she could do it if she made her way out the back door as soon as she could. She'd just have to meet back up with Jemma and Bobbi later. Daisy looked back to Kyle and approached him. "Kyle, believe me when I say that I know exactly how you feel," she said softly. "Both, because of this," she gestured between the pair of them as Inhumans, "and because of her reaction. But things are about to get a whole lot worse."

"That isn't the army," Sam voiced, looking over the uniforms the military was wearing. "That isn't any type of government military…" At least not that he'd seen.

Daisy frowned. She may not have known him from Adam, but the confusion on his face was sincere. Hydra, maybe? In disguise? "Kyle, I know this is a crazy scary situation. I will give you answers, and I will do what I can to help you through this," she tried to reason. "But in order to do that, we need to leave, like right now."

"Why?" Kyle asked. Why was this stranger so willing to help him when own girlfriend was afraid of him?

"Because when I first went through terrigenesis, I was alone. I didn't have someone I could turn to for help in dealing with it." She licked her lips. "I don't know who those men are or what they want, but I'm guessing that it won't be good for you or me. If you come with me, I will do everything I can to get you out of our current situation," she vowed solemnly. She extended a hand to him. When he grabbed it, she pulled him out of his chair and to his feet before she grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair. "Follow me." She looked briefly at Casey. "I guess you're paying for dinner."

"You know they're probably out back," Sam cautioned her.

"Probably," she replied before she moved past him with Kyle following close behind.

"I should probably warn you that I don't know karate, jujitsu or any sort of self-defense," Kyle said, following her through the kitchen towards the back door.

Daisy nodded, having assumed as much. "Just stay close to me," she advised. Raising her hand, she manipulated the air in front of the door hard enough to force the door to swing open.

A may be military man raised a gun at her. "Freeze."

Again, she raised her hand, sending him flying several feet through the air. Another uniform clad man stepped in front of the doorway from the left. Having expected someone to be there, Daisy used her powers to disable the gun before she advanced on him. Punching him in his stomach as hard as she could, she waited for him to double over and once she did, she raised a knee to his face and knocked him unconscious.

The crack of a gun being fired sounded off and Daisy spun around. When she experienced a sudden numbness in her arm before an intense heat followed, she charged at the man responsible. Doing her best to ignore the pain, she began hitting and punching him with a vengeance.

"Hold it right there, girly."

The sound of a gun being cocked within very close range to her caused her to hesitate.

From her peripheral, she noticed Sam sneak Kyle out of the building. Daisy dropped her hands to her side as she turned her body partly towards the newest addition to her fight, wanting to make sure she held the attention so Kyle had a chance to get away.

"This was supposed to be an easy pick up."

"So sorry to have ruined your plans," she snorted humorlessly.

He smirked at her. "That's okay, turning you over as well will make up for it."

"Need some help?"

She ignored the immediate pounding of her heart upon hearing the words of her soul mark. A soul mark that had only been on her body since she emerged from terrigenesis. It had been months since Jemma first discovered it, but she always reacted the same way each and every time to the relatively innocuous words, which in her line of work, she heard pretty often.

Daisy quickly looked up to find Steve Rogers several feet away, his stance indicating that he was ready for a fight. When her companions also looked to him, she took advantage of the situation. Outstretching both arms, both men went flying. "I got it, thanks for the distraction though," she said. When a flash of light caught her attention, she looked down to find a red target moving over her chest. She jumped out of the way and ran for cover, ignoring the sound of bullets impacting the asphalt directly behind her. Ducking behind a car, glass from the driver's side door rained down on her. She shielded her eyes from the debris before looking around for the best exit plan.

She knew she could use her powers to create a distraction, but she was hoping to avoid casting major damage to surrounding vehicles and buildings if at all possible. The sound of an approaching vehicle instantly had her on edge, and she accepted the fact that she'd probably have to cause a little damage. When she heard her name being called from an occupant inside of the approaching SUV she let out a sigh of relief.

"Get in."

Not having to be told twice, Daisy ran for the vehicle as quickly as she could. Before the door was closed completely, Sam was driving off.

"Where's Steve?"

"I don't know. I lost sight of him when I was trying to get away from the bullseye on my chest," she replied, attempting to catch her breath.

"I think I see him," Kyle said pointing to the vicinity he'd seen movement in.

Nodding, Sam heading for the area and stopped the vehicle in a manner that sheltered his friend from being hit. Setting it into park, he opened the driver side door and moved over the center console to the passenger seat.

Daisy watched as a bullet hit her window and braced herself for the impact, but it never came. The sound of the car door slamming shut, and movement had her opening her eyes. Blinking several times, she looked to the men in the front. "Is this a bullet-proof car?"

Sam nodded. "One of Tony's. Man, he's gonna be pissed," he tacked on as an afterthought, looking at Steve.

Steve couldn't bring himself to care in that moment. He cast a quick glance in the back seat to make sure that the two passengers were present before he took off.

Daisy looked over at Kyle. "You okay?"

Kyle nodded, the movement jerky. "You weren't kidding about the trouble…"

"We being followed?" Steve asked as he maneuvered through the streets in a zig zag in order to lose anyone that may have tried tailing them.

Sam and Daisy both began looking around and behind them.

"I don't think so," the black man replied, not having seen anything.

Steve nodded, slowing down enough so that should they be pulled over, excessive speed wouldn't be a huge issue. He took a breath before looking at the woman in the backseat of the car. He'd vaguely noticed her earlier on when Clint was speaking to one of her friends but hadn't thought much else. Ignoring the fact that she'd uttered the words that had mysteriously appeared on his body, he focused on the situation at hand. "Who are you two? Who were those men? Why were they trying to kill you?"

"This is Kyle," Daisy responded quickly. "My name is Daisy Johnson."

Daisy… Steve played her name over in his head.

"Kyle?" Sam asked then. "Is that supposed to be like Cher or Madonna?"

"Kyle Fisher," the male Inhuman offered for the pair up front before looking towards Daisy. "Who were those men?"

Daisy shook her head in negative. "I have no idea," she admitted. "But considering their organizational skills and guns and trigger-happy fingers, I'm gonna guess that they aren't the good guys."

"Do you always go around inserting yourself into situations?" Steve asked, looking at her through the rearview mirror. From what he'd been able to gather, the men were initially interested in Kyle.

"Only when it has something to do with me," she answered with a shrug. When the pain in her arm flared up, she winced and grabbed it.

Not having missed the action, Kyle took a closer look at her. When she removed her hand, the passing street lights allowed him to see that it was covered in something. "You're bleeding," he voiced then.

Daisy did her best to ignore the looks she was sure she was receiving from the two men up front and nodded. "Yeah, I'm aware," she muttered. Her gaze traveled towards the front of the vehicle and she watched as Steve divided his attention between the road and looking at her through the reflection of the rearview mirror.

"You okay?" Steve asked.

She found herself nodding in response.

Leaning up, Kyle turned the dome light on and looked at her arm. "You were shot."

Yup, it certainly felt like it. She inspected the sleeve of her shirt with a critical gaze. Knowing there was no saving the shirt, she tried to split the material better so that she could apply pressure without anything in the way, but she was struggling to do so.

Understanding what she was attempting to do, Kyle leaned into her and split the rest of the sleeve. "We should get you to a hospital," he suggested.

Steve frowned. Normally, he would have instantly agreed. However, the situation they'd just fled from was about to get larger. Those men were no longer looking for just Kyle. He, Sam and Daisy would be on their list as well. No, a hospital wasn't the best place to go… On the other hand, she was his soulmate, regardless of the fact that she was a stranger, and she needed medical attention.

Daisy immediately shook her head in negative. "I'll be fine," she gritted out. "It's just a graze."

Sam shook his head. "How could you possibly know?" He asked, hoping that she wasn't attempting to be so nonchalant on purpose. He'd seen bigger and scarier men cry when they were shot. Despite the dome light on in the vehicle, it still wasn't the best lighting to see clearly. "Been shot before?" He asked sarcastically, unable to believe she was being so dismissive about it.

"Twice," she replied flatly.

Steve looked at her through the rearview mirror. She'd been shot twice? How was that possible? Between that and her fighting skills, he figured she must have been with some organization. "What exactly is it that you do?"

For whatever reason, Sam helped her. Not only had he helped her, but he'd gotten Steve to act as well. They deserved the truth, or as much as she could give them without revealing Coulson. "I'm with SHIELD," she stated clearly, watching as both men up front swiveled their heads to look at her.