Daisy had no idea she would go down like this. Tracking a supposed "arms dealer" only to find whoever was involved had technology beyond S.H.I.E.L.D. (hell, even the Kree) and was experimenting on the alien races that had invaded Earth. Not to mention the person seemed to be a very, very recognized, respected, powerful and influential person, you. Beyond S.H.I.E.L.D.'s paygrade--- beyond anyone's. As the liquid metal nanotech chains held her tight, a chilling realization came to her. Your office would be her grave.

"Let me go, please." She feebly protested, knowing she had no chance of getting out.