Oriental Massage

Looking at the tattered clothes, Daisy lost her patience. After all, they were cheap clothes bought to blend into the bar. With a quick tug, the clothes were torn to shreds. Dealing with the underwear was a bit tricky; she couldn't tear that, as she didn't have a replacement.

First, take a shower, then wash the clothes! She decided.

But the shower presented another problem. Hungary's economy was good, but for the sake of not drawing attention, they chose a small hotel near the bar.

There was only one bathroom, and there were two of them.

Being both women, in theory, there shouldn't be an issue of avoiding each other. But if Daisy wanted the bathroom to herself, she'd have to knock out Hill!

Before she could put this plan into action, Hill had already taken off her clothes and entered the bathroom.

The two beauties, after their clothing-changing episode an hour ago, were now meeting again in the bathroom, even more candidly this time.

Unlike changing in the room before, this bathroom was cramped. The atmosphere between the two women was influenced by the bar's rowdiness, and combined with the alcohol they had consumed, they could smell each other's scents. Their arms and thighs brushed against each other from time to time in the confined space, and an ambiguous emotion was slowly growing.

Daisy was frustrated. If she had her tools, she'd take down Hill right now. Unfortunately, she didn't, so she had to let her mind wander to distract herself from her restless thoughts.

Talk about Madame Gao? Would they discuss that crazy old woman when they were here, in this situation? That was clearly insane.

Discuss life, philosophy, quantum physics? None of these seemed like something normal people would do.

"Shall I help you with your back?" Just as Daisy was pondering what to say, Hill suddenly spoke.

Daisy turned to look into Hill's eyes. Hill's gaze was still clear, so it should be a simple offer to help. Yes, just a normal offer.

Daisy nodded and allowed Hill to apply body wash to her back. Hill's fingers seemed to possess a certain magic as they moved from her neck down to her lower back. Their fingers occasionally brushed against her skin, causing Daisy's heartbeat to accelerate. She tried to suppress her unruly thoughts, her mind wandering to topics like oscillations and transverse waves, struggling to keep her composure.

"Your figure is really good, like a model. Not a single scar." Hill touched her lower back, just above her hips. There were two shallow indentations on each side, and Hill couldn't help but exclaim.

Daisy's waist was slender, her spine perfectly shaped. Her Eastern heritage gave her skin a tight and radiant quality. If they were to judge based solely on their backs, Hill wouldn't hold a candle to her.

"Have you never been injured from childhood to now?" After finishing applying the body wash to her back, Hill continued to examine her, feeling more and more puzzled. Even specialised agents like her, who were trained as assistants and rarely saw frontline action, had scars on their bodies. Battle scars and training accidents were inevitable, even with S.H.I.E.L.D's advanced technology. Even if S.H.I.E.L.D's technology was superior to the outside world, they could still have a few scars.

But Daisy was different. Her muscles felt powerful to the touch. Her training was undoubtedly intense, yet she had no external injuries.

Hill walked around to face her, examining her from head to toe. She couldn't help but marvel silently.

Of course, Daisy wouldn't reveal that her blood had been extracted by the Terrigen Crystal, granting her the ability to heal. Although her regenerative ability wasn't on the same level as Captain America's, she could still heal most basic wounds and even eliminate necrotic cells using her vibration powers.

"I naturally have a good constitution. I can help you massage as well," Daisy said, feeling a bit uncomfortable under Hill's gaze. She quickly changed the topic.

There was a scar on Hill's back, just below her shoulder blade. It was very faint and not very noticeable.

On her left side, just below the ribs, was a gunshot wound, more prominent and darker in colour.

Daisy was leaning on Hill's back, and there was some natural skin contact. Hill's body tensed involuntarily.

"I'll give you a massage. It's an ancient Eastern technique that's very effective for scar removal," Daisy said out of the blue.

Hill wasn't sure what came to her mind, but she nodded lightly.

Daisy turned off the shower head and aimed at the location of the scars. Her other hand gathered a bit of her vibrational power in her fingers.

"Ah—!" Just as Hill was pondering the effect of this "Oriental massage," she suddenly felt a tingling sensation that seemed to reach deep into her soul, spreading throughout her body from the scars.

Even though there was no visible change on her body, she felt like she was trembling, her blood, lymph, and nerves moving in an unimaginable way.

As this sensation reached its final stage, she felt as if a string had snapped within her body, and her soul ascended to an unreachable height.

Daisy was stunned. For heaven's sake, she had no idea that Hill would be so "sensitive." She hadn't done anything wrong. To conceal her powers, she had made up the nonsense about the Oriental massage and diverted attention with hot water. She never thought it would lead to this...

Hill realised her embarrassing state, quickly dried herself off, and rushed out of the bathroom.

Too melodramatic! Daisy was speechless. She finished her own shower quickly, wrapped herself in a towel, washed her alcohol-soaked underwear, and left the bathroom. She found Hill already lying on the bed, asleep.

She was exhausted herself and didn't care whether this missy was truly sleeping or pretending. Lying on her own bed, she quickly fell asleep.

The night passed quietly, without any of the expected excitement, and dawn arrived peacefully.

When Daisy woke up, Hill was standing in front of the mirror, examining her back. The scar had completely disappeared, leaving no trace of its previous existence.

"How about that? My massage technique isn't bad, right?" Daisy teased.

Hill had regained her composure, but she still felt a bit embarrassed. Having such a private matter, seen by someone was really uncomfortable. Her voice was soft as she said, "Maybe the recent stress has been too much, you know how it is, right? About last night, I'm trusting you not to spread it around..."

Daisy also didn't want to reveal her own abilities and immediately agreed.

They changed back into their original clothes, checked out, and headed to meet Black Widow. She had heard that Sharon Carter had found some leads.

"What were you two up to yesterday? Did you run into trouble?" Arriving at the rendezvous point, Black Widow was very concerned about them getting into trouble. She couldn't explain it to others, so she asked anxiously.

Daisy really wanted to explain, but the situation was quite melodramatic. However, to protect their respective secrets, she made up a story about them being deceived by false information and investigating all night.

Black Widow's intuition told her that Daisy hadn't said a single truthful word, but seeing that Hill had accepted the story, she didn't press further. Some things should remain unsaid, some questions should remain unasked – she was well aware of the agent's code of conduct.

In her mind, she secretly speculated that Nick Fury probably had assigned them another task.

"Sharon has found leads on Dr. Pym. Let's listen in." Black Widow didn't dwell on where they had gone yesterday and began explaining the mission.

Both of them quickly focused their attention and listened carefully.