She is so sure, in fact, she’d bet an innocent woman’s life on it.
It’s him, and she’s sure.
She pleads with Ward to show some compassion. She wildly throws herself at his feet, willing to tell him anything he wants to know.
And in some stroke of luck...
This world isn’t real. This world isn’t real. This world isn’t real.
Why hasn’t Fitz given back the gun?
What is he doing with Aida?
Why won’t he listen to Radcliffe?
Their love is a forever kind of love. Even Aida can’t get in between that. All he has to do is see her face.
If Daisy was able to reach Coulson, all Fitz has to do is...
Why hasn’t Fitz given back the gun?
His mind was corrupted by Aida, yes, but that’s just programming. Deep down, he is more than that.
Deep down, he’s the man she loves.
She can’t take her eyes off of him.
He’s looking back at her.
He killed someone right in front of her.
Just for the virtual hell of it.
She stares at him through a fog.
Barely registering the bullets flying around.
She’s yanked back by someone.
It snaps her into reality a bit.
“There was nothing else you could’ve done.”
She feels a hand that covers hers.
He may not fully remember her.
But her connection with him is still as real as ever.
She ignores Ward’s pestering inquiries when they walk off the quinjet and back into the base.
Ward could stand to have his questions go unanswered a bit longer.
After all, he did propel her and Fitz out of the sky.
But he does all the same.
She knows he’s giving her space.
There’s a part of her that can’t form any coherent thought or sound.
And there’s another part of her screaming screaming screaming
She wants to get out and wake up from this nightmare.
She wants to grab Fitz and run away.
She wants to bleach out her brain and erase what she saw.
“And that you’re in love with that psychopath!”
Was it not just days ago that Fitz risked his life to help Director Mace battle Shockley?
None of them should be there.
And Fitz -- the man she knows inside-and-out -- is not what they believe him to be.
