The ragtag team of vigilantes, plus Daisy and Stick, stood near the window. Observing. Silence was unnerving, especially when Daisy, Matt and Stick had difficulty placing what they heard. There only blue being a van with its lights on. Electricity was all they could feel, and the slight hints of life.

The Hand were talented people. The wrong side, but talented. They knew how to hide. They knew what to hide from. They were powerful. They were smart.

"How'd they find us?" Luke Cage asked, holding the blinds apart as he started into the cold, rainy streets. His breath fogging the glass a little.

"It was a matter of time."

"They're killing my head." Daisy muttered, placing her fingers to her temples, gently rubbing circles on the skin as she closed her eyes. Having overactive senses caused headaches.

"Who's inside."

"Guns." Daisy spoke, hearing the sound echo around her head. Her hands shadowed her ears, ready to place pressure when the noise got to much. "Loaded."

"How about the woman with the swords?"

"I don't know. I can't . . . I can't tell." Matt answered, leaning forward as he concentrated. He blocked out the loud beats of the hearts around him, including the faint one of the teenager.

In all the while he and known Daisy, he had never known her heart beat to change. She was practically stone cold, barely hanging on. Matt feared Stick had more affect on her then she knew. There was no way a child could be this unaffected, and for that matt would always feel guilty for never stopping her. Maybe he could have given her a life, a sense of security and a home.

Foggy would have loved her. Matt believed she was a good person. Karen would have no problem with her. On top of it all Blair would mother the girl like there was no tomorrow.

But like many complications in life, there was little to no proof Daisy was in the world, and everything that proved her to be alive kept her attached to a man who was draining her being.

Daisy was a sweet little girl when she wasn't in pain or overwhelmed or practically dying. If Matt could, he'd take her in in a heart beat. He'd change her world, give her a chance at a normal life. He'd teach her everything he wished Stick taught him. And unlike Stick, he'd love her. Daisy was just a girl. She was just a girl with no hope left in her body and a strong craving to be loved.

Stick cared for the girl, in the same way he cared for a weapon. Unlike Matt and Elektra, Daisy wasn't lucky enough to be seen as a person.

Unlike Matt, Stick didn't have an ounce of interest on the girl, on his latest weapon. Instead, he sniffed the air. "Well, I'll be goddamned."

"This wouldn't be my first choice, but I am a sucker for fortune cookies." Each of the makeshift team turned around. "You know I thought it would be a good idea if we all talked this over, like adults." The lady spoke, adjusting the shoulders of her jacket. Anytime she spoke, Daisy couldn't help he be curious how someone could be so wrong, so mean. Alexandra had a habit of making the girl question people's sanity.

Stick was the first to walk forward, the guts of the group following behind with a few cautious steps and Daisy kept still a groan escaping her lips. "What do you want?"

"You surprise me, Stick. You've become so resourceful in your age."

"What a wise old man." Daisy muttered, stepping forward to be in line with at least one adult.

Stick ignored her. He often ignored her remarks, especially on the days she was filled with aggravation. "What have you become in yours?"

"Determined." She stepped around Stick, towards the group of back ups (as far as the child was concerned). "Mr. Rand, I'm sorry your exit from our meeting was so abrupt."

"You tried to kill us."

"You get used to it."

Most people that had run ins with Stick had adjusted to ignoring her. "Oh, them maybe. Not you. My organisation has always had a great deal of respect for the protector of K'un-Lun."

"Your respect means nothing to me." Danny did not appreciate her "respect". His face was tense, his heart tried to remain steady. His blood almost boiled. "My only purpose is take you down."

"Something you've repeatedly failed to do." Alexandra had no sense of boundary. "Perhaps it's time to consider some alternatives."

"There are no alternatives."

"Oh, darling, there are always alternatives." She took his arm, leading him away. "That's what makes life interesting."

"Cut the shit, Alexandra." Stick interrupted as the woman tried to walk past. Once again, he stepped closer. Old people merely don't have a sense of boundary. "What do you want?"

"The same thing I've always wanted. To bring light into the dark. To bring life where there is death.

"Juts go into a hospital and turn lights off, carry some candles. They're all dying, there's your light you want to bring."

Alexandra turned, she stepped away from Danny and to the young girl. Daisy straightened her back, tilted her head and locked her hands. "Oh, I will never miss you."

"Yes, yes, mutual feeling. I must ask though, have you tried sex? It's a better feeling then killing."

"He doesn't care about you."

"I'm a maytr. And stupid and young and naive. I'm aware. I'm a sacrifice, but we all are. Yourself included."

Alexandra's hand found the girl. Her skin whispered again the hairs on Daisy arm. "I am not a sacrifice, I am the greater good. I will win."

Daisy shook her head, looked down and spat at her feet. "Don't touch me." A scowl plastered on Alexandra's face, not that Daisy was surprised, she'd also scowl if she was spat on.

Alexandra's hand came away, she stepped back from the girl, looking at her as though she was scum. She moved far from the girl and to the strongest looking man in the room. "I don't think we've been properly introduced."

Luke Cage barely cared to look at her. His eyes stayed uninterested on her face. "Let's keep it that way."

She eyed the man before walking to the centre. "I can see you've formed a kind of bond here. And while that might give you some comfort, I promise you, it's temporary." Her eyes found Danny, her body moved close to him. "They will disappoint you."

"They haven't yet."

"They will not make you stronger. And if I might give you some advice, the more connections you have, the easier it will be to break you."

"What do you want to do with him." Stick interrupted.

"Well I can't disclose that." Daisy couldn't help but feel as though herself, Matt and Luke were not supposed to be there. "But I'll tell you what I'm willing to do for him. I'll assemble all the resources my organisations has to offer. You remember the last the all the fingers of the hand came together, don't you, Stick?"

"Bye-bye Mary."

It was comments similar to that that reminded stick why he didn't care anymore. Why his mind didn't see Daisy as a girl but as a weapon. Why he no longer cared to look after the children who's worlds he ruined. His Mary was dead. His Elektra wasn't his. His Matthew was domesticated. His Daisy, well she was just a weapon.

"And New York is so densely populated."

"What are you talking about doing?"

"Think about how many lives you can save if you just come with me."

"What do you want."

"Kid don't even think about it." Sometimes, Daisy wanted to stab Stick for his monotone voice. She deeply, deeply craved the emotions and the attention the others got. She deeply craved to be the new Mary or even Elektra. But she was just Daisy. Just a tool. Just a step forward.

"I just want an answer."

"I might even let them go free."

"You walk with her, and I'll take you out myself."

"I'm not going anywhere."

Alexandra placed her hands upon him. "Mr. Rand, you need to think this through."

"And you need to leave." Luke Cage spoke up, cutting them off from their moment. "Now."

Danny pulled away from Alexandra upon sharing looks with Luke.

"Oh, they're just like you, old man."

"A sense of personality and a little less horny?"

"I meant, the only language they speak is violence."

"So you agree you're sexually deprived. Being mean is so bad for your stamina, you know?" Daisy got quieter at the end, her head ticked to side, her breathing stopped for just a second. A small second to hear the faintest sound of a blade. But they were all late to notice.

Matt noticed her change in posture, her heart beat pick up a small ounce, but like her he was late to notice the person approaching. Late to save them.

A loud crash of the door made the teenager pull her own sword out.

Matts head twitched. His heart ached. Despite not loving Elektra, he still cared for the woman of his past. He still wished she had a better life then she did. Sometimes he hated himself for caring about Elektra, he hated how he had risked his girlfriend because of her once. And now, Blair was desperate for Matt to protect her, and that he will do. His girl was his life.

Blair was strong, and hopefully safe at home, but unlike their last run in, Blair was having slight complications. Complications that included doing her best to keep their unborn child growing. Matt couldn't help but be proud of her, she was slowly starting to look after herself more, grow healthy within her own body.

This time, Elektra would not lead to his girl being hurt.

Matt and Sticks hearts changed. Elektra was their past.

Silence fell over everyone.

"Go on, my child, serve life itself."

Stick pulled his sword out.

Daisy planted her feet in the floor.

Luke turned ever so slightly.

Matt balled his fists.

Danny separated his legs.

They were still. Breaths were steady. Hearts were erratic. Blood pumped. Silence fell. No one moved, no one dared move.

Until the wall crumbled down, glass shattering as a car came crashing through, knocking poor Elektra to the floor.

Jessica jones walked through.

"I'm your biggest fan." Daisy declared, relaxing her wrists allowing the blade to point to the floor.

Elektra rolled to her side as Jessica stood between Matt and Daisy. "Who missed me." Elektra stood up at Jessica's words, dainty glass shards decorating her skin.

However, they were no longer alone. Daisy's warning of guns had been right. Men and women joined Elektra's team as the group of strangers were outnumbered.

They had no choice but to fight. And as much as Daisy hated it, her whole body, her new team relied on her senses and her small frame. Her life relied on her moving quick and quietly.

She twisted and she turned, she wasn't to interested in who she hit, who her sword touched so long as there was damage. Daisy disconnect her mind, as Stick taught her two. She forgot her morals, ignored her heart, ignored her boundaries. Her life depended on it. Maybe Stick was right, feelings are weak. Feelings got people hurt.

And even if her body ached, it did not matter. She had to push through. She was practically on auto pilot.

It wouldn't matter if she died. Not if it was now, not if it was later. Daisy was Sticks newest weapon, was the newest solider ready to fall at his command. Ready to die when he said to. Daisy was useless in the world. Daisy wasn't her own person, she was his.

"Guns." She muttered, loud enough for some one to shout get down.

Matt grabbed her wrist, tugged her behind the bar.

"Now it's a goddamn party."

Jessica looked back at Stick. "Who are these people?"

"They want Danny. Immortal Fist kinda thing." Daisy told the her head buried into matts hands. Even though she ignored her body, he could hear the way her heart spiralled out of control, the way her body began to shake. He could feel what would soon be her in sensory overload, if she didn't get the smallest moment of comfort.

Daisy appreciated it, her sword handle in hand as the other hand rested infront of Matt to help support him, her legs holding her weight.

A man's body fell to the floor. "We want him alive."

The team got back up, their backs to eachother, a circle formed.

They were further outnumbered as more and more bodies joined them with their own weapons.

"We work together; we walk out of here alive." Stick declared. Matt made the first move. His body working through the men until he got Elektra. "No!"

Daisy copied, stepping away from the group to work. Her mind detached. Her heart ignored. She danced her way around, sword in hand. She could fight! She had to fight! She had been training for a long time. This was easy, she knew it was easy.

They were all involved now.

Bodies were thrown, stabbed, hit, pushed. Voices spoke. But, Daisy heard nothing. She concentrated on what was in front of she, what surrounded her body but no one else. She spun away from those she needed to. She attacked, she defended. She breathed and breathed, even as it got harder and harder.

She didn't listen to the taunts. To them. All she could hear was their hearts. The erratic sounds of too many bodies. It was all she could hear until she ran.

She ran and she ran with her bloody sword until she found the team. Her mouth was dry. Her head hurt, her skin began to bruise, but she outside as Jessica began to push the bin to the door.

She struggled. She crouched down, her arms leaning on her knees. "You left me."

"We don't have time for this, get on your feet."

"You left me. You left me! You left me to die." Daisy struggled getting on her feet and closer and closer to Stick.

He ignored her. "We need to go."

"You left me."

"We do not have time. That is enough now Daisy."  Stick told the girl sternly. She didn't back off, her shoulders had began to tense, her hand gripped around her sword.

"Kid-"

"No! He left me. He left me to die. You leave us all to die!" Jessica and Matt were at her side. The woman of the two pulling her back. Daisy tried to struggle against Jessica's hands. It was useless. "I just want you to care."

"Caring is for the weak."

"Matt cares."

"He is weak."

Matt took the sword of the girl, his own heart dropped with hers, with the way her breath shook. He slid the weapon into its method of travel. He hated how Stick saw her.

"Come on, we need to go." Matt told the girl softly, taking her hand as Jessica let go off her.

"It smells like shit. It's our only way out."