𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐘
I fought the war but the war won

"WHERE are we going?" Daisy asked Robbie as they pulled into a gas station. He didn't answer her, so she continued, "Look, I know you're doing this whole mysterious-silent thing, but if we're gonna work together on this, you've got to fill me in." Robbie parked and turned off the car. "You know someone that worked at that Momentum facility?"

It took a second but he sighed and said, "My uncle. I'm going to go see him."

"Uncle?" She furrowed her eyebrows as they got out of the car. "Uncle Elias Morrow? Doing time at South Ridge Penitentiary?" He turned to her as he put the gas pump into the car, and she shrugged. "I like to vet my vengeance demons before I hop in a car with them."

"He's a good man. He did a bad thing," Robbie told her, raising a brow.

"Attempted manslaughter." She nodded. "Yeah, I'd say so. What'd he do at that lab?"

"He was an electrical engineer," Robbie said, "His work was way above my head, but I think it's time we figure it out."

A man pulled up next to them in his car, his radio on. The radio said, "Suspect at large. We now have two confirmed blackouts... Miami and London. The Inhumans claiming responsibility threatened to black out a major city every hour if their demands are not--" the man turned the radio off.

Robbie turned to Daisy with a look on his face. "You hear that?"

She pulled a face and took a step back. "I don't believe it."

"Hope they don't hit L.A."

She chuckled lightly, "You afraid of the dark?"

He shook his head. "No, my little brother rides the metro. He's gonna be stuck in a bad part of town. You know what happens to people during a blackout. They think they can get away with whatever they want."

Daisy pursed my lips and nodded. "That nothing can stop them."

Robbie nodded at her. "So we're gonna have our hands full if it hap—" electricity zapped, people shouted in surprise, and then whatever lights were on, went off. All the cars stopped working. "If it happens here," he continued.

THEY were rushing their way to where Robbie's little brother was. "Every other vehicle's dead," Robbie stated, his lips pursed, and eyes narrowed.

Daisy snapped her burner phone shut. "Phone's dead, too. We're lucky this car's pre-1980, no electronics. The Inhumans would never do this."

"Isn't that what you are? It only takes one to start a revolution." He revved the engines more and tires squealed loudly.

She gripped the outside of the window. "Calm down before you go all Carrot Top again."

"Stress has nothing to do with it," he told her, shaking his head.

"What exactly is "it"? Because I still don't buy the whole "sold my soul story," Daisy stated, looking out the window as her hand lightly touched her bruised cheek.

Robbie clicked his tongue. "Well, I don't give a damn what you buy. I'm the one stuck with it."

"So you want to get rid of it," Daisy realized and looked over to him as she realized that he is where she was when she first got her powers. And if she's honest to herself, she still doesn't want them as much as she seems like she does. Her powers are the reason that everyone around her, including herself, always gets hurt.

Robbie tilted his head. "I thought that if I settled the score, took down the gangbangers that put Gabe in a wheelchair, it would go away. Didn't happen. So I started settling other people's scores."

"The X's on the mural," Daisy realized, shaking her head.

"That didn't work, either. I figured if I settled my uncle's score..."

She cut him off, "Your uncle? Don't think he was the victim in that situation."

He glanced at her. "He always said the guy he beat up was the real criminal."

She made a face. "So you think that if you right whatever wrong your uncle was trying to fix that you can get rid of... it."

"Or else I have to ride with it forever."

They pulled up just as four gangster wannabes were waking towards Robbie's little brother.

"Even better," The 'leader' stated as he put a hand on the cars hood right when the duo stepped outside the car.

Daisy smirked. "I wouldn't touch it if I were you. Owner's a bit of a hothead."

The 'leader' started speaking, "It's a shame to see something this nice in the hands of someone who can't take care of her." He looked up at her, "What I'd really like to do is get a look under the hood."

Robbie came up behind her with his brother. "Hey, hands off."

The boy looked away from Daisy and to Robbie, "Just admiring her, holmes. Nothing wrong with that, is there?" The boy then started to scream in pain and fell the the ground, holding his scorched hands to his chest.

Daisy stood there, her arms crossed. "She runs a little hot." One of the other boys ran at Daisy with a baseball bat that reminded her of Stiles.

She leaned back, dodging it. She bent down as he swung at her head which resulted in Robbie catching the bat before it hit him. As he and the boy who attacked her started to fist fight, another one jumped up to fight against him. The fourth one ran at Daisy and she easily dodged his hits. But, do to getting bored, she grabbed his swinging arm, and threw him over her shoulder, and slammed him down onto the ground.

She turned around to see the 'leader' with a gun to Robbie's little brothers head, and thrusted out her left hand and blasted a sound wave to throw him back. He went flying into the van that was a few feet back.

She yelled out, falling to her knees, clutching her wrist to her chest. The boy that she had slammed down went to grab her but she swiveled around, gave him an uppercut. She stood up with her left hand still clutched to her, and kicked him in the chest, sending him backwards.

She yelled out in pain as the boy launched at her and grabbed my hurt wrist. Out of nowhere, Robbie came up behind him, and slammed the boys head into the car a couple times before letting his body fall to the ground.

Daisy stood up and faced him, panting. "Was — Was that "it"?"

"No." Robbie shook his head. "That was me." They looked to Robbie's brother as he came rolling up to them. "You good?"

"Still standing. You?"

"Sunshine and rainbows," Robbie answered with a small chuckle.

"You must be Gabe," Daisy said, clutching her wrist as she looked down at Gabe, offering a small smile.

Robbie walked up to her side, and introduced her, "Gabe, this is Daisy." He then picked Gabe up. "Come on. Let's get you home before it gets dark." Daisy grabbed the wheel chair with her one good hand.

ROBBIE turned to Daisy after he lit a candle. "We need to do something about your arm. I heard it snap." He walked towards her and lightly touched her cloth covered wrist. She hissed in pain. "Can't believe you haven't passed out."

She pulled away from him. "I can't go to the hospital."

"Yeah, well, I figured that much," he stated as he walked around the living room, lighting up other candles.

"What do you do when you get hurt during your... "night job?" Do you have a guy who takes care of it?" She asked, walking towards him, being careful to not move around her injured wrists.

"A guy?" He questioned. "No. No, I don't get hurt." She tilted her head and he looked up at her with his intense brown eyes. "You gave me a pretty bad gash at the junkyard. Now... Not a scratch. I've been stabbed, shot, run over ... twice. Next day, I'm good as new."

"Lucky you," she retorted.

"Lucky me." Point is, I don't know how to help you." Daisy sat down, closing her eyes. "I can get you medicine and some supplies. Might as well take advantage of the darkness."

She looked around the room, seeing family portraits everywhere, and walked to the kitchen doorway to sew Robbie putting ice in a rag, and tying it. "The man in all the pictures ... is that your dad?" Both boys turned to look at her.

"Uncle Eli," Gabe answered. "He raised us."

"Yo, I got to head to Canelo's," Robbie said, looking from Daisy to his brother.

"This late? Why?"

"With all the power out, there's gonna be looting." Robbie walked towards her and leaned his face close to hers. "Gabe doesn't know about the night job. And he never will. Understood?" She nodded.

Gabe turned to Daisy, "Plates in the cabinet, forks in the drawer... if you want some." He placed a plastic container of food on the table.

DAISY sat at the table, wrapping her wrist tightly as Gabe ate and watched her. She groaned and hissed as she had to put a lot of pressure onto it to make sure it wouldn't get worse.

"So, how do you know Robbie?"

She looked over at Gabe. "I don't. He gave me a ride."

"He never gives anyone a ride." She lightly smiked at that fact. "And you're definitely not from this hood."

Daisy shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe he felt sorry for me." She hissed as she iced her wrist. "Damsel in distress."

He looked at her arm, looking concerned. "How'd you hurt your arm?"

"Hit by a car." She looked up at him. "How'd you end up in a wheelchair?"

He paused for a second before continuing, "Wrong place, wrong time... years ago. I made peace with it, though."

She stopped her movements. "And Robbie takes care of you?

"Takes care of me? I take care of his ass." She chuckled at him. "What, is that funny?"

She shook her head, still chuckling. "I just wonder what he would say to that. Doesn't seem like he needs it."

"Without me, his wheels, they would come off," He stated, "I know, he's always out at night, always alone. Thought it was gambling, maybe racing again, maybe drugs. I don't know. I do know bad things come from bad people."

She frowned. "And you think I'm one of them."

He spoke in spanish, but she still caught what he said. "That's what I'm trying to figure out." He finished his plate and put it in the sink. "They were saying on the news earlier that the Inhumans caused the blackouts. Think that's true?"

Daisy unwrapped her arm to get a good look at what was going on. There was streaks of bruises going halfway up to her forearm, and it was swollen. "No idea. I've never met one. Just know that people don't like them 'cause they're... different." She winced as she laid the ice packet on her wrist. The coolness helped, but it wasn't much.

At times like this, she wished she was back at home with the pack. But, knowing them, Stiles probably told them something that would make them all hate her. She would understand why. She was such a bitch to him. She told him stuff she shouldn't have. But, what she did tell him was the truth. She did have feelings for him, but she loved Lincoln.

But, the more she thought about the whole situation, she wasn't in love with Lincoln. He was someone that was like her, someone that had gone through what she had gone through, someone that understood both sides of me — both human and inhuman.

And, thanks to this burst of realization, she had come to the realization that Stiles was the one that was, in fact, always there for her through everything.

"I've been there," Gabe interrupted her depressing thoughts. "That doesn't look so great." She exhaled slowly as she put more pressure on her wrist with the ice. "I don't know why you're not at the E.R."

She grunted. "It won't do any good. There's no power." Suddenly, the lights flickered off and on before fully staying on.

Gabe chuckled, humorlessly which made Daisy look up at him. "Looks like someone's watching out for you. That excuse won't work anymore, Daisy, if that's your real name."

He nodded. "I've had a few."

"Yeah?" He questioned. "One of them Quake?" She paused her movements. "Look, that guy who had the gun to my head went flying. How did that happen? I felt the earth rumble. Nothing there but you... in a lot of pain but so afraid to go to the hospital." She gulped. "Hey, don't worry. Your secret's safe with me."

She nodded slowly. "Thanks, Gabe."

"As long as you leave and never come near my brother again." She looked up at him. "Robbie needs good people around him. And that's not you."

DAISY sat in her van, listening to the radio. "Hello, everyone. I'm Jeffrey Mace, and the President has asked me to address recent events that have many of you concerned. You all know who I am. You know my work with international affairs, but most importantly, you know I'm a straight shooter. So let's set the record straight."

"The Inhumans were not responsible for the recent blackouts. They were caused by human extremists hell-bent on spreading fear ... fear of these new members of our community. They want to turn us against each other, but I'm here to tell you... ...that's not gonna work."

"And it won't work because there's an old friend back in town, here to deal with this threat and any other threat that comes our way. And last night, that old friend turned all the lights back on, saving countless lives. And that old friend... is S.H.I.E.L.D. We're back, and we're here to protect you ... all of you, human... and Inhuman alike. When others try to tear us apart, it only brings us together. We're all on the same team, because a team that trusts is a team that--"

Se turned the radio off and lifted a bottle of pain killers to her lips before downing some of them back. She swallowed thickly before looking ahead, Gabe's words ringing in her head.

I was not good.

I will never be good enough.