I do not own Agents of Shield. All right belong to Marvel and other rightful owners.

This is my third fanfic for AOS because I really love this show, and writing it comes easily to me. Comment anything you like or want to see! -Brielle

What was that smell? It was sharp and sour. Also, what noise was that? Was that an alarm going off? Daisy's head was pounding and her ears were ringing. The ground was hard and cold, but her skin was hot and sweaty. What the hell happened? Daisy opened her eyes, but she couldn't see; smoke was everywhere. She whipped her head around, searching for another figure.

"Jemma…" she whispered, her throat scratchy from inhaling gas fumes and smoke. "Jemma."

Daisy pushed herself up, forcing her hands into the cement when a wave of dizziness hit her. She steadied herself, and then, clenching her fists, stood. A searing pain in her ribs stopped her from inhaling. She wrapped an arm protectively around her torso and grimaced. She stumbled in a circle, trying to see through the haze. There were several surviving fires throughout the lab, but luckily, it was still pretty intact. The explosion. What the hell had caused it? Daisy grabbed her head, wincing in pain.

"Think, Daisy," she said to herself. She looked around again, searching for Jemma. "Jemma!" she called, making her way through glass and other debris in the lab. The glass windows were shattered, tables were knocked over, stacks of papers were on fire, and the computers were broken, much like most of the laboratory equipment. "Jemma!"

"Move, Jemma!" Daisy shouted, tackling Jemma out of the way of an explosive. It went off, and a vacuum engulfed Daisy, the rest of the world moving in silent slow motion. She hit the concrete floor, another explosion, and then she lost sight of Jemma.

Daisy felt her ear canals with the tips of her fingers, and she felt a crustiness down the side of her jaw. No wonder her ears were ringing. She must have busted eardrums. Glass crunched under the soles of her boots, and she slipped past several overturned metal tables.

"Jemma! Jemma, can you hear me?" Daisy called frantically. Where was she?

She stumbled across uneven ground, through sparks and smoke, searching for Jemma, but she wasn't there. Daisy inhaled, running her hands through her dusty hair, and she gasped. A deep, burning pain made her breath hitch. She looked down and saw that she was bleeding. She clenched her teeth at the aching in her torso. There was a dark blood stain above her belt on her stomach. Daisy hadn't even realized she was bleeding; the pain in her possibly broken ribs was overwhelming.

"I'm fine," Daisy insisted, even though every muscle movement stung. "You're fine, Daisy," she whispered to herself.

She put a finger to her ear and tried contacting anyone. "May? Yo-yo? Fitz—someone please answer," but her comm wasn't working. "If communications are down, then Coulson and Mack have no way of contacting us," Daisy spoke aloud. "And we have no way of telling them what happened."

She glanced down, and closed her eyes, biting her lip when she saw that her gray crewneck was soaked through with blood. She hissed again, tripping over her own feet. She righted herself, but the gas smell wasn't helping her dizziness. Daisy made her way out of the lab and into the main hall. She placed a hand against the brick wall, sliding it unsteadily against the rough surface as she walked, hunched over and wheezing.

"I think I need medical," Daisy gasped, but she was sinking farther into the wall. Eventually, she sank into her arm and melted her back against the wall, her legs the only thing keeping her up. She'd lost a lot of blood. "Damn it." Daisy's eyes were closed, and she kept an arm wrapped tightly around her torso.

Daisy, eyes still closed, tried her comms once more. "May…" she gasped weakly. "Can anyone…read me?"

"Daisy," she heard.

"Can you hear me?"

A set of footsteps rushed up to her. The vibrations sent shock waves up her legs into her abdomen and she winced.

"Daisy, it's me. Open your eyes."

She obeyed. May was standing in front of her, her hands on both arms to keep her from falling.

"May," Daisy sighed and then made another face.

"What happened?" May asked. She had a few small cuts on her face, but other than that, she was no worse for wear.

"Jemma," Daisy inhaled slowly. "I can't find her. She's…gone."

"We'll find her, Daisy," May stared into her eyes, her fierceness like a wildfire. "How are you?"

Daisy chuckled dryly. "I could be better." She peeled her arm away, and she felt all the blood, slick on her arm, oozing under her shirt.

"Oh my God," May's eyes widened. "We need to stop the bleeding."

"I don't know when it happened," Daisy breathed. "I woke up after the explosion and it was there."

"Let me take a look," May said.

"No, May," Daisy shook her head. "We have to find everyone else."

"They're all accounted for except Jemma," May said. "Fitz is trying to get communications back up and running."

"We need…to find…Jemma," Daisy tilted her head back and rested it against the wall.

"No, we need to take care of this," May said, squeezing Daisy's biceps. "Alright? Listen to me, Daisy."

Daisy couldn't focus. Her vision went blurry and she faintly felt May's strong figure sliding under hers. "Jemma…" Daisy inhaled softly, and then her body went slack against May's.

"Daisy!" she cried, trying to catch her, but Daisy dropped to the floor in a heap, her hands covered in her blood. "No, Daisy!"