The sky looked nasty, dark and threatening rain. She had made it to the cabin just in time it seemed, though the trip had taken longer than anticipated. She had only ever been here once and even then wasn't privy to the directions. The location wasn't hard to find once she knew what she was looking for; it was just her condition that made the trip hard. If she didn't get somewhere to rest and recover soon she was going to pass out, probably even bleed out if the amount of pain she was in was any indication of the severity of her injuries.

She was able to hack the perimeter security system with no problems, noting that the security codes had been changed so someone was keeping an eye on the place. This was a passing thought as her attention was completely focused on making it to the cabin, not what she might find when she got there. The thought of pulling her weapon and sweeping the area didn't even occur to her as she stumbled out of the borrowed SUV, not grabbing her bag or any belongings before slowly making her way to the door. She leaned against the wall to hack the security pad at the door, fumbling with the code before the door finally unlocked with a low beep and a click. She stepped into the dark cabin, pushing the door wide.

Light flooded the space the moment she fully crossed the threshold. She stepped to her right instinctively, attempting to reach for her gun at the small of her back. This caused a flinch and muffled grunt of pain as she had stupidly reached for it with her broken arm. She swung the useless limb back up and cradled it to her chest as her vision adjusted to the light.

At first all she registered were the four guns trained on her. She raised her other arm in an effort to show she was unarmed, conveniently putting it at the perfect angle to quake somebody if necessary. She was never really unarmed. She hesitated to use her powers however, knowing it would only hurt her more in this condition.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" A voice demanded, drawing her eyes to the large man to her left. Looking beyond his gun she finally registered who she was looking at. Freaking Steve Rogers, Captain America himself. Her eyes darted to the others. Natasha Romanov to his left, and beyond her a black man she didn't know. On his right was another familiar face, a white man with a metal arm but a name didn't come to mind for him either.

She realized she still hadn't answered at this point, just staring at them trying to get her mind to catch up. That's when she realized she was really in trouble, nothing was making sense and she began to sway on her shaky legs. She was about to pass out, putting her in a very vulnerable position in this group of assassins and soldiers. She pressed her back against the door trying to gain some stability.

Impatient with her silence, Steve Rogers stepped forward, closing the distance between them. Apparently she wasn't very intimidating she thought vaguely. "Safe house" she blurted dumbly before he could reach her. He stopped, his gun still trained on her chest. "I… didn't know anyone else was here." She continued lamely, her voice weaker and more hesitant than she wanted it to be.

Rogers glanced back to Natasha Romanov who spoke up next "How do you even know about this place?"

That was an easy question. "I've been here before." Daisy answered. She brought her right arm up to grip her left where it was still cradled against her chest. She glanced out the still open door, gauging the distance to her car. Her ability to quake these guys and get away was a stupid idea now, she would never make it.

"Don't move!" The black man on the right shouted at her, rightly guessing the direction of her thoughts. She didn't say anything, just pressed her lips together and giving him a tiny nod before focusing her eyes back on Rogers.

He met her eyes for a long moment before slowly lowering his gun. He stepped toward her, reaching his arm out. Daisy jerked to avoid it, falling another step to her right. He didn't touch her though, reaching past her and grabbing the door she had just cleared and closing it, trapping her inside. She kept her eyes trained on him as he stepped back from her. "Stay there." Was all he said before turning back, probably to confer with his buddies as to what to do with her.

"Okay" she whispered to herself, leaning against the wall and finally giving in to her shaking legs. She slid down the wall in what she hoped looked like a controlled movement and not a collapse, unknowingly leaving a large trail of blood the whole way down.

"Hey, you hurt?" The black man asked her, the first to notice the blood trail. Rogers turned back around, assessing her with new eyes and not just as a threat.

For some reason this was a little funny to her and her lips quirked up, not able to make a full smile. Hurt? Yes. Probably dying. But she rounded up her injuries and just responded simply "shot." This seemed to settle something for Rogers, his expression much softer the next he looked at her. He came toward her again, only pausing when Romanov made a noise behind him.

He turned back towards his friends again as someone said "look at her, how much of a threat can she be?" Daisy realized she didn't know who was speaking because her eyes had unintentionally closed for a long moment. This comment was funny to her too and she gave a bigger smile and a huff of laughter, only realizing too late how inappropriate that response would be in this situation. Another long blink opened her eyes to see Rogers crouched in front of her.

"Are you armed?" he asked, cutting straight to the point. She met his eyes and nodded. Not willing to repeat the painful motion of reaching for her gun again she leaned a bit to the side, giving him permission to reach back and take the gun tucked in her pants. "Any more?" he asked once he stowed her gun in the same place she had but safely in his own jeans. She tried to kick her right boot out from where it was tucked by her side on top of the left one, but didn't have enough energy and wound up just jerking it enough to draw his attention. He reached down into her boot drawing out the large knife she kept there and passing it back to someone.

She did her best to stay focused but each time she blinked it was harder to open her eyes. "What's your name?" he asked her, as her eyes closed again.

Not able to fight the pull of unconsciousness any more she just managed to whisper "Daisy" before finally passing out.