The quake in San Antonio. [ it had been on the news, she knows that much. how much it was covered here in bogota is another question altogether, but she imagines carmen's travels were likely well known. ] I saved her life.
[ it's a simple thing to say, but there's a weight to it. the effort it had taken to keep the walls upright — so much more difficult than shaking them down, so much more exhausting — had worn heavy on her. but carmen had been grateful, so grateful, and so clearly enamored with the idea of using daisy's powers for her own uses. it didn't take much imagination to think up ways that crumbling buildings to dust would be beneficial to the leader of a cartel. ]
She said I'd be useful here. That she'd take care of me.
[ in whatever way carmen had meant it — so far, in attending on missions and providing eye candy for parties. nothing she couldn't handle. ]
Then, maybe you should be in her house, touching her hand.
[ and then he pulls his own hand away, turning to face forward and drop his hands in his lap. what the hell was he doing, being this close to carmen's new pet? she'd probably take this back to carmen and they'd have a laugh about it as his expense. marcos, the man who acted like he had no emotions but really had a million of them. ]
I'm not going to take care of you. [ sounds like that wasn't what she wanted anyway. he's not going to take care of her beyond giving her a sweater and warming her up with his hands. that's it, that's all he'll do. ] But if she said that, I'm sure she means it.
[ was he? or was daisy just not doing a very good job of communicating her point? possibly a little of one, a little of the other. ]
I don't need to be taken care of. I didn't ask her to send me on a mission so I could watch you blind some guy and tell you what a good job you did. [ and she hadn't just accepted being sat back on the bench, had she? she'd made sure the mission went well, because that was her job. ] And I didn't ask you to dance with me because I couldn't find another partner.
[ she wanted to. whether that's just skye, for the purposes of the mission, or whether it's daisy too — she doesn't know. but the statement rings true either way. ]
[ marcos crosses his arms and leans back, once again doing his very best now to look over at her. she's more covered up because of his cardigan but this time, he's not avoiding looking because he doesn't want to see skin. he's avoiding looking because he's not sure what she's telling him. ]
You probably should have found another partner.
[ if she was expecting romance and seduction, she'd come to the wrong place. a lot of that had been burned out of him awhile ago and that was why he spent his days burning people for the hell of it. he at least had some control over that situation. ]
[ it would be. ignoring him would have been the safest option. not getting involved would have been safer, too; letting him burn out the man's eyes and haul him blinded back to the compound would have left those waters calm — but at what cost?
but she hadn't. she'd followed instinct on assignment, and for the better. she'd followed something else in the club, though, and wasn't entirely sure how it was working out. better, perhaps, but ... well, she wasn't sure. she doesn't want to think about why the vague sense of disappointment washes over her when he pulls away, or why she digs her heels in when he suggests driving her back.
maybe it's because it's easier to get under his skin than it is to look more closely under her own. ]
[ he took orders, of course, because there was a hierarchy but he reserved the right to go against them if he wanted to. he'd done it before to get the job done and while carmen wasn't always happy, she ultimately let it go if the job got done to her satisfaction. she just didn't like being made to look a fool by having one of her underlings come up with a smarter plan than she did.
one day, he's sure he'll do something that so incenses her that they'll have it out in a major way but it hasn't happened yet. ]
Pero no me conoces. Y es mejor así. You can take my car if you don't want me to drive you.
[ he'd walk tomorrow. or call someone to get him. ]
[ maybe she should. but she doesn't make any move to get up, and neither does he; they both still linger on the floor against the couch, expectations and best laid plans left out around them still ignored in favor of doing nothing but looking at each other. ]
What do you want, then?
[ it's his house. it's his cardigan. he can strip her of both without much effort at all, but he hasn't yet. she can't help but wonder why. is it that same temptation that runs deep in her mind, the what if from the sound of his pleased exhales as her hands had pressed against his skin, the curiosity that had come with the sensation of his body pressed against hers on the dance floor?
[ he looks over her after a moment, eyes searching. people don't just ask him questions like that especially not someone he's known for less than a day. he doesn't know exactly what her angle is or what she wants from him with these questions but he's not going to just up and answer her without thinking. without questioning her. ]
You don't care about me. [< she doesn't know him. ] So why do you want to know what I want? What does it matter?
[ and why did he want to tell her despite the misgivings he was voicing? ]
[ does she care? not deeply, no. she doesn't know him well enough to care about him the way he means. but daisy's not the kind of person to not care at all; she's always formed attachments to people fairly quickly, bonded with them in some way that makes caring about them and wanting to care for them easier. she'd done it when she joined shield, she'd done it with robin and the caterpillars, and... she was doing it now, with him, piece by piece. ]
You don't want anyone to care about you. [ not an answer to his question, but not untrue either (she thinks). ] People don't care about monsters, right?
[ but she doesn't think he's a monster, and she's told him as much, so perhaps that's a clue. ]
I didn't ask to hear the sound of my own voice, you know.
[ he was fine without that. fine without anyone looking out for him or in on him or doing anything resembling caring. he doesn't need it or want it or even think about it. he's tried to shut that part of himself off.
better that way. easier that way. ]
You don't need to know what I want.
[ he wasn't going to make anything easy. ]
If you're so eager to talk about wants and desires, what do you want?
you don't care what i want, he'd said, and now here he was asking her what she wanted in return. she didn't have much reason to think he particularly cared either; in fact, daisy thought it was far more likely that he'd simply use any legitimate answer as fuel to throw back in her face, something to establish his superiority as an unemotional monster in the wake of a confession.
but giving the kind of smug, unaffected answer that might throw him off his game just isn't her style, and so daisy's response is sincere. or, at least, as sincere as possible, given the situation. ]
When I met Carmen, I was living out of a van on the outskirts of San Antonio. An actual roof over my head and three meals is a pretty solid upgrade. [ but... ] Or are you asking what I want from you?
[ but he's not that surprised by the answer. carmen did talk a good game when she wanted to and she did provide. he'd been here for years now and while there had been bumps in the road and obstacles to overcome, he'd been mostly cared for. he'd been safe and secure and give a purpose and a means to provide for himself.
that was more than he'd had before. ]
But since you brought it up... [ he trails off and gestures for her to continue. she'd been awfully friendly to him when he'd given her no reason to be. so, must be something she wanted out of this besides stimulating conversation. ]
[ it's a simple question, asked as simply as possible; her head tips to the side as she shifts to turn towards him, knees pulling up to her side. if he wants to sidestep all of her questions with convenient excuses and deflections, she might as well return the favor. ]
If you don't care, and you're not offering, I don't see why it matters.
[ her fingertips toy with the hem of the cardigan, considering it for a moment. ]
[ he stares forward for a long time, saying nothing, doing nothing. there are many ways he could take this conversation and he finds himself considering those options while he's quiet, while he can feel her watching him.
in the end, he shakes his head and shoves everything else aside, all the emotional wants of his mind and the physical needs of his body. he won't let himself go down that road again. he doesn't know her.
so, he pushes himself to his feet and retrieves the keys he'd tossed aside earlier. he holds them out in front of him. ]
It doesn't matter.
[ it did. he just doesn't want to admit that. ]
Take the keys and go home.
[ it's getting harder and harder to maintain his composure and distance the longer she's here. ]
[ she eyes him for a moment, gaze glancing back and forth between the expression on his face and the keys held outright between them. there's a firmness to it, the tight set of his jaw and the slight narrow of his eyes, that doesn't quite feel natural. ]
That's okay. [ she doesn't want to drive his car. or take his cardigan home, for that matter; it gets peeled off and dropped over his outstretched hand. in its wake, the neckline of daisy's dress shifts, betraying a patch of bare skin underneath. ] I'll call an Uber or something, you can keep your car.
[ if he doesn't want her here, she'll leave. she can find the front door just fine without much help. ]
[ it wasn't about what he wanted. it was about what was smart and this — it wasn't smart. no, what was smart was getting her out of here before he let his guard down anymore. before her words dug themselves deeper underneath his skin and he wasn't able to push them away before they took a permanent hold.
he takes the sweater back, folding it in his hands and looking up at her. ]
Whatever you want.
[ he'd leave the porch light on so she wouldn't have to wait in the dark. wasn't he just the nicest person? ]
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[ it's a simple thing to say, but there's a weight to it. the effort it had taken to keep the walls upright — so much more difficult than shaking them down, so much more exhausting — had worn heavy on her. but carmen had been grateful, so grateful, and so clearly enamored with the idea of using daisy's powers for her own uses. it didn't take much imagination to think up ways that crumbling buildings to dust would be beneficial to the leader of a cartel. ]
She said I'd be useful here. That she'd take care of me.
[ in whatever way carmen had meant it — so far, in attending on missions and providing eye candy for parties. nothing she couldn't handle. ]
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[ and then he pulls his own hand away, turning to face forward and drop his hands in his lap. what the hell was he doing, being this close to carmen's new pet? she'd probably take this back to carmen and they'd have a laugh about it as his expense. marcos, the man who acted like he had no emotions but really had a million of them. ]
I'm not going to take care of you. [ sounds like that wasn't what she wanted anyway. he's not going to take care of her beyond giving her a sweater and warming her up with his hands. that's it, that's all he'll do. ] But if she said that, I'm sure she means it.
[ yeah right. ]
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[ was he? or was daisy just not doing a very good job of communicating her point? possibly a little of one, a little of the other. ]
I don't need to be taken care of. I didn't ask her to send me on a mission so I could watch you blind some guy and tell you what a good job you did. [ and she hadn't just accepted being sat back on the bench, had she? she'd made sure the mission went well, because that was her job. ] And I didn't ask you to dance with me because I couldn't find another partner.
[ she wanted to. whether that's just skye, for the purposes of the mission, or whether it's daisy too — she doesn't know. but the statement rings true either way. ]
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You probably should have found another partner.
[ if she was expecting romance and seduction, she'd come to the wrong place. a lot of that had been burned out of him awhile ago and that was why he spent his days burning people for the hell of it. he at least had some control over that situation. ]
And I should probably take you back.
[ wouldn't that be the safer option? ]
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but she hadn't. she'd followed instinct on assignment, and for the better. she'd followed something else in the club, though, and wasn't entirely sure how it was working out. better, perhaps, but ... well, she wasn't sure. she doesn't want to think about why the vague sense of disappointment washes over her when he pulls away, or why she digs her heels in when he suggests driving her back.
maybe it's because it's easier to get under his skin than it is to look more closely under her own. ]
Do you always do what you're supposed to do?
[ he did say 'should'. ]
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[ he took orders, of course, because there was a hierarchy but he reserved the right to go against them if he wanted to. he'd done it before to get the job done and while carmen wasn't always happy, she ultimately let it go if the job got done to her satisfaction. she just didn't like being made to look a fool by having one of her underlings come up with a smarter plan than she did.
one day, he's sure he'll do something that so incenses her that they'll have it out in a major way but it hasn't happened yet. ]
Pero no me conoces. Y es mejor así. You can take my car if you don't want me to drive you.
[ he'd walk tomorrow. or call someone to get him. ]
You should go.
[ should should should should. ]
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What do you want, then?
[ it's his house. it's his cardigan. he can strip her of both without much effort at all, but he hasn't yet. she can't help but wonder why. is it that same temptation that runs deep in her mind, the what if from the sound of his pleased exhales as her hands had pressed against his skin, the curiosity that had come with the sensation of his body pressed against hers on the dance floor?
has he thought about it? ]
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[ he looks over her after a moment, eyes searching. people don't just ask him questions like that especially not someone he's known for less than a day. he doesn't know exactly what her angle is or what she wants from him with these questions but he's not going to just up and answer her without thinking. without questioning her. ]
You don't care about me. [< she doesn't know him. ] So why do you want to know what I want? What does it matter?
[ and why did he want to tell her despite the misgivings he was voicing? ]
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You don't want anyone to care about you. [ not an answer to his question, but not untrue either (she thinks). ] People don't care about monsters, right?
[ but she doesn't think he's a monster, and she's told him as much, so perhaps that's a clue. ]
I didn't ask to hear the sound of my own voice, you know.
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[ he was fine without that. fine without anyone looking out for him or in on him or doing anything resembling caring. he doesn't need it or want it or even think about it. he's tried to shut that part of himself off.
better that way. easier that way. ]
You don't need to know what I want.
[ he wasn't going to make anything easy. ]
If you're so eager to talk about wants and desires, what do you want?
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you don't care what i want, he'd said, and now here he was asking her what she wanted in return. she didn't have much reason to think he particularly cared either; in fact, daisy thought it was far more likely that he'd simply use any legitimate answer as fuel to throw back in her face, something to establish his superiority as an unemotional monster in the wake of a confession.
but giving the kind of smug, unaffected answer that might throw him off his game just isn't her style, and so daisy's response is sincere. or, at least, as sincere as possible, given the situation. ]
When I met Carmen, I was living out of a van on the outskirts of San Antonio. An actual roof over my head and three meals is a pretty solid upgrade. [ but... ] Or are you asking what I want from you?
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[ but he's not that surprised by the answer. carmen did talk a good game when she wanted to and she did provide. he'd been here for years now and while there had been bumps in the road and obstacles to overcome, he'd been mostly cared for. he'd been safe and secure and give a purpose and a means to provide for himself.
that was more than he'd had before. ]
But since you brought it up... [ he trails off and gestures for her to continue. she'd been awfully friendly to him when he'd given her no reason to be. so, must be something she wanted out of this besides stimulating conversation. ]
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[ it's a simple question, asked as simply as possible; her head tips to the side as she shifts to turn towards him, knees pulling up to her side. if he wants to sidestep all of her questions with convenient excuses and deflections, she might as well return the favor. ]
If you don't care, and you're not offering, I don't see why it matters.
[ her fingertips toy with the hem of the cardigan, considering it for a moment. ]
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in the end, he shakes his head and shoves everything else aside, all the emotional wants of his mind and the physical needs of his body. he won't let himself go down that road again. he doesn't know her.
so, he pushes himself to his feet and retrieves the keys he'd tossed aside earlier. he holds them out in front of him. ]
It doesn't matter.
[ it did. he just doesn't want to admit that. ]
Take the keys and go home.
[ it's getting harder and harder to maintain his composure and distance the longer she's here. ]
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That's okay. [ she doesn't want to drive his car. or take his cardigan home, for that matter; it gets peeled off and dropped over his outstretched hand. in its wake, the neckline of daisy's dress shifts, betraying a patch of bare skin underneath. ] I'll call an Uber or something, you can keep your car.
[ if he doesn't want her here, she'll leave. she can find the front door just fine without much help. ]
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he takes the sweater back, folding it in his hands and looking up at her. ]
Whatever you want.
[ he'd leave the porch light on so she wouldn't have to wait in the dark. wasn't he just the nicest person? ]
I'll see you around.