𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 || m. may & p. coulson

Touch

A/N : "They stared at each other for a few seconds, but there was nothing familiar about it. ''I'm sorry," he whispered. He really was. He wanted to have the power to fix everything. To make her finally happy. And now he couldn't even show her how much he loved her."

Hi, it's just another short story before the 7x06 premiere. It takes place somewhere after 7x04 and before 7x05. I just missed some May/Daisy and May/Coulson interactions, so I decided to write it. I like the idea of May having some sort of powers now, I really do, but I hope the team will find a way to 'fix' her soon, because I miss the real May, the one we got to know and love. It's messy and maybe a little chaotic, but I hope you'll understand what I meant. English is not my main language, so I'm sorry for mistakes (please, remember that we're all human and we write here for fun). Enjoy the story while waiting for tonight's episode and let me know what you think about it in comments!

DISCLAIMER : Not mine. Everything belongs to MCU.

Daisy knocked on the cockpit door, although she knew that the chance to get an answer was small. She sighed when her guess was confirmed and tapped in a code opening the door, and then went inside.

She sat down in the co-pilot's seat without a word and smiled at the orange-pink sky in front of them. She began to remember all those evenings when she came here just to watch the sunset, in the silent company of her mentor. She loved watching the colors change on the sky and then fade away, making place for the night. It was so long ago, when everything was easier and it seemed there was nothing in the world their team couldn't deal with.

She leaned more comfortably on the seat and looked at the figure sitting next to her. May was also staring ahead, though something in her eyes was telling Daisy that she was looking but not seeing at all. Daisy knew her well enough to know that she was deep in thought. Too much was happening around, each of them needed a moment to process. Uncotrolled jumps in space-time and chronicoms chasing after them weren't making things easier.

''I've always loved the sky," Melinda said without taking her eyes off from the view in front of her. Her voice was soft and gentle, as if she was afraid that anyone but Daisy could hear her. ''I loved sitting at the controls of the plane and watching it for hours. I could feel the freedom."

''You don't feel it anymore, do you?"

''Yeah. It's... strange."

Daisy reached out to put her hand on the woman's shoulder, but quickly pulled back, realizing what it would mean. May was now trapped in a way. Sure, many times Daisy thought that "the Cavalry" is just like the stories were describing her, cold, stoic, maybe even heartless. But with time she got to know her better, and learned that the woman from the legends whispering around the whole organization in fact has a heart, bigger than anyone Daisy knew in her life, and she felt things deeply and truly, although she learned to hide it so well. The ability to feel emotions of other people but not her own was in relation to such a warm, caring and loving person, simply not fair. It was a price for being brought back to life that she shouldn't be paying.

Daisy could remember how May stayed at her side and supported her when she turned into an inhuman and all her friends were afraid of her, as she didn't leave her for a moment and believed in her even when she couldn't do it herself. Daisy hadn't had the opportunity to repay her for it before, so she was going to do it now, when the situation they were in was similar but their roles were reversed. Now Melinda was the one who needed support.

''Uhm, so," the girl began, turning in her seat towards the older woman and pulling her legs under her. ''You're a superhero now. I mean, you've always been, but with these sort of inhuman abilities, it really is something."