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Daisy fumbled with the keys, sighing in frustration and exhaustion. Normally, she loved work; training new recruits, working on various cutting edge computer programs, finding excuses to skip boring meetings with top brass. It was great!
But today was literal hell.
Finally getting the door unlocked, Daisy trudged inside her cosy apartment, kicking off her shoes and dropping her stuff on the floor. She collapsed onto the couch, fully content to curl up and sleep for ages instead of doing the responsible, adult thing and making dinner, showering, etc. Daisy closed her eyes as it started to drizzle outside, the warm christmas lights strung around the living room calming her headache.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
Daisy slowly opened her eyes, “Hey, Danny,” She replied. Daniel sat on the couch next to her, brushing hair out of her face.
“Bad day?” He asked. Daisy nodded, leaning into the touch.
“Yeah. Bad day.”
Daniel hummed. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“You sure you want to hear about it?” She snorted, going quiet at his concerned expression. “One of my recruits gave a superior officer a concussion.”
Daniel furrowed his brows and frowned. “Why?”
Daisy laughed quietly. “Apparently Agent Kosach has some… opinions on how I do my job. She stormed out of a meeting and the door hit him on her way out.”
He laughed. "Is the kid okay?"
“She’s fine. Had a small panic attack then decided that she would rather be on probation than listen to some suit tell her that her CO is just an overpowered victim of favouritism."
"Kosach said that?"
"Yeah," Daisy snorted. "He also told her that she would never become a pilot for SHIELD and that I should stop encouraging her."
Daniel put an arm around Daisy, pressing a kiss to her head. "I don’t like him very much."
"Neither do I. I also don’t like the meeting I have to have with him and the director tomorrow. He expects an apology, and he definitely won’t be getting one," She sighed.
He nodded, watching Daisy rub her temples.
“Headache?”
“Yes,” She groaned. Then, “Will you make me tea?”
Daniel held in a laugh, smiling softly at his girlfriend.
“Yes, of course. Any preference?” He asked, standing to go to the kitchen. Daisy grabbed his hand, weaving their fingers together.
“Don’t leave,” She whispered, aware of how whiny she sounded. Daniel laughed.
“How am I supposed to make tea if I can’t leave?”
Daisy stood, linking an arm through his. Daniel put the kettle on as Daisy sifted through the fancy tea that Jemma and May sent. She settled on Jasmine green for her and the Earl grey for Daniel. Daniel got the milk from the fridge for himself and some honey from the cabinet for Daisy. Daisy hopped onto the cabinet, pulling Daniel between her legs and resting her head on his shoulder.
"You know, it’s not even the paperwork that bothers me," Daisy mused as the kettle started to bubble. "It’s that Emma, my recruit, really believed him. She applied to the pilot training program and got in, and they were supposed to be having a meeting about her courses for next year."
"Mm?"
"It just baffles me that SHIELD still has dickheads like Kosach. How could he say any of that when it’s obviously not true? Emma is at the top of her class and was hand-picked to train with me," She said. "She’s more than capable, and the nerve he has to tell her that she can’t— ugh!"
Daniel tsked. "The audacity."
"Exactly!" She sighed indignantly.
"It’ll be okay," He assured. "He’s in the wrong, and Mack knows that."
“You know what would be so fun?" She asked. Daniel raised a brow. "Netflix cartoons."
Daniel kissed her temple, humming the ’She-ra’ intro as a response.
She grinned. “I knew I picked a good one.”
Daniel pulled away as the kettle beeped, quickly pouring the water into two large mugs.
“Daisy, are you going to sleep in your work clothes?” He asked, pouring milk into his cup and handing Daisy a spoon for her honey.
She hummed, bringing the tea up to her face to smell the jasmine. “I probably shouldn’t.”
She set her tea on the counter, slowly sliding off and stretching. “I’ll be right back.”
Daisy leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek, heading off to put on a comfy t-shirt (yes, it was Daniel’s) and a pair of lounge shorts. By the time she was back, Daniel had moved to the living room with their teas and started up Netflix.
Daisy carefully sat, accepting her tea from Daniel. She took a slow sip, savouring the warmth. Daniel clicked on She-ra, the bright colours of the animation flashing across the screen.
Daisy shifted, throwing her legs over his lap and draping his arm over her shoulders. Daniel smirked.
“Comfy?”
“Yes,” Daisy smiled, taking an innocent sip of her tea.
“By all means, forget the definition of personal space,” He teased lightly, poking her shoulder.
Daisy stuck her tongue out, turning to the screen. “You love me.”
Daniel squeezed her arm in response, whispering, “I do.”
As Daisy drifted off to sleep a couple episodes later, a soft blanket thrown over the both of them, Daniel took her mostly empty mug from her hands.
“I really do.”