Cut It Out and Restart *Daredevil*Damned*Agents of SHIELD*

3) Loss of Wreath *

* loss of wreath is a literal translation from Czech – it means the loss of virginity; by extension, the process of doing something for the first time;

This one is really long and for a big part follows s01e08 The Well. I don't plan to follow the episode in much details, make plot on my own too – obviously -, but this opportunity was way too good to pass up.

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"I can't think of a single time when anything alien in human hands ended well."

Nica couldn't either. It was probably because she hadn't been around for any alien shit; certainly not thousands years ago when people of Asgard – aliens – visited the Earth and gave the origin to Norse mythology, but not even for the infamous battle of New York, which she had once been informed of as of a terrorist attack, only to have her bubble shatter.

Admittedly, when Nica had joined S.H.I.E.L.D. and had been told that Coulson had been putting together a team to examine some unnatural occurrences, she had no idea what to expect.

Working through a piles and piles of rubble post-aliens' last visit was certainly not it.

Oh yeah. She found her ass in London, where an epic battle of some supposedly good aliens including an Avenger known as Thor, the God of Thunder, with supposedly bad goblin-faced aliens had unfolded. And left a ton of material for them to go through to avoid some alien artefacts falling into the wrong hands.

Just another Tuesday for the team, apparently. Not so much for Nica, but crouching by one of the smaller piles of rubble, hands protected by thick leather gloves, she held up another piece of metal and used the spectrometer – something upgraded by apparently genius Fitz to detect alien traces – to analyse its composition. In other words, she kept her mouth shut and rolled with the situation at hand.

"I wouldn't mind getting my human hands on Thor," Skye's voice snapped Nica from her musing and she couldn't but roll her eyes. When the battle had still been on, the quinjet with the team on board on the way only to arrive late, Skye had put Thor's picture all over the monitor just in case someone hadn't seen him yet. And to reward herself with se eye-candy as she had stated. She would return to the subject of the God over and over since then. "So dreamy."

Nica would possibly agree; he was ripped, eyes bright and yet somehow wise, a majestic figure with the whole iron-like armour and the cloak, but she was more concerned about the fact that the guy was an alien, could summon lightning and at the given moment had been destroying a significant part of London.

"Sure, he's handsome, but-" Coulson sputtered, but May – the person Nica liked the second best so far, because she didn't ask any unnecessary questions and didn't feel the need to fill silence with meaningless babbling unlike someone – interrupted him.

"No. He's dreamy."

Well. Apparently, Nica lost the last ally in not caring or at least attempting not to. Awesome.

But what was even more awesome? Agent Boss Coulson announcing that the Bus was taking off immediately...

...to check out vandalism in a national park in Norway.

Despite herself, Nica's eyes flickered to Skye's as they were boarding once more; the other woman shrugged, but gave her an excited grin that caused the corners of Nica's lips curl up on instinct before she caught herself and looked away.

She would swear she heard Skye sigh, but to her own surprise, no comment was made.

Perhaps Skye was slowly understanding that her undying enthusiasm was not necessarily contagious nor it was desired. Good.