Follow-up Handling

Nick Fury pondered in silence. Just as Daisy was contemplating leaving, the director asked again, "Will the small island in the heart of the Costa Rican lake produce some particle dispersion? Are there any remnants of the mutant insects? Hill and the others can't step in; you're a new face. Resolve the follow-up issues, and then you can go to Yale."

The director's words were beyond doubt. After a moment of thought, Daisy accepted the task. Unlike the situation in Puerto Rico back then, she now had the shield of S.H.I.E.L.D. behind her. Troubles would be for S.H.I.E.L.D., while connections would be for her. It wouldn't hurt to use this opportunity to interact with some people.

Back in her room, Daisy found Hill waiting for her. Although their relationship wasn't as close as Nick Fury's or Frank's, Daisy and Hill were comrades and friends. Daisy felt comfortable and poured herself a glass of water, waiting for Hill to speak.

"Last time, the scar was treated?" Hill hesitated in her words, her expression a bit odd.

Daisy felt equally awkward. Who knew why she was so sensitive! Even in the United States, such a private topic wasn't easy to bring up.

"And the other two scars? Can you still treat them?"

"Of course."

"Can you come to my room?"

Daisy immediately agreed, following Hill into her room amidst the curious glances of a few fellow students.

Hill's room was different from hers. While Daisy's one couldn't be called messy, she wasn't exactly tidy either. Clothes and books were scattered around. Of course, Sharon's room and even those of most female students were somewhat similar.

Hill's room was different from theirs; it was neat and orderly. The books on the shelf were categorised neatly, with military, history, and biographies taking up most of the space. There were also some headache-inducing books on languages and etiquette that Daisy noticed.

"How should we..." Daisy's words were cut short as she saw Hill start undressing. Daisy almost bit her tongue; the scenario of meeting someone and undressing right away dealt a thousand points of damage to her male soul.

Fortunately, she quickly regained her composure and adjusted her mindset. Looking at the situation from a medical perspective, perhaps...

Hill was now in her underwear, sitting with her back to Daisy in a chair.

The scar on her scapula from last time was completely gone, but the gunshot wound on her waist was still vivid.

Daisy felt a bit at a loss. Even last time, her sensitivity toward the back was intense. Now, it was the waist—a region that was arguably even more sensitive due to its proximity to vital nerves.

She wasn't sure about the soundproofing in the student's rooms. If things got too loud later, it would be quite embarrassing.

Daisy almost wanted to stuff a towel into Hill's mouth or something, but it wasn't like removing a bullet; that seemed unnecessary.

"I'm going to start," Hill nodded in agreement. Daisy's fingers carried a hint of her ability as she lightly pressed down.

Necrotic cells were shattered on impact, but vibrations were a kind of force, and they could be transmitted. Even if Daisy tried to control it, some vibration still escaped...

"Ah—" Hill felt a booming echo in her mind. The pleasant sensation from the depths of her body almost made her cry out. She hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand, her face turning bright red. She was struggling to hold back.

However, some feelings couldn't just be suppressed with personal willpower. Hill felt like a tightly strung bowstring.

As the vibrations from Daisy's fingers resonated within her body, the tension of the bowstring grew, reaching a critical point. Ten seconds, twenty seconds, a minute—until it finally snapped.

Her muscles contracted violently, and her consciousness went blank. It took her a while before she regained her senses.

Seeing Daisy's innocent face and her elusive gaze, Hill felt so embarrassed she wanted to bite someone!

As an elite agent, she knew exactly what had just happened.

Actually, there was another scar on her thigh, but Hill was truly terrified now. She needed to get Daisy out immediately. After that, she would take a shower and change clothes, not to continue with the treatment.

Perhaps some modern liberated women didn't mind these private matters and might even consider them a bragging point, but she wasn't that bold.

Seeing her embarrassment, Daisy understood immediately, avoiding eye contact. "Um... the director assigned me some tasks. Let's continue the treatment next time."

"Sure, thank you." She said thanks, but she didn't even get up from her chair until Daisy left the room.

"Was my vibration frequency too high?" Daisy was puzzled as she walked out of the room, looking at her own fingers. She swore she had no weird intentions for the treatment. After pondering for a while and coming up with no conclusion, she thought that maybe she could experiment on Ms. Fitz, the maid, next time she returned to New York?

Daisy needed to handle the follow-up matters in Costa Rica. She first went to the information room and reviewed how previous agents had dealt with similar situations.

After a brief overview, she found that most of the methods were just covering things up. Gas leaks, chemical plant pollution causing genetic mutations—the simplest solution was to blame it on terrorists.

The Twin Towers were blown up by terrorists, and they were responsible for the kindergarten bombing as well. Any bad thing could be pinned on terrorists. After all, they wouldn't come out to refute it.

Daisy could mimic the same approach, but she wouldn't gain much from it. This rare opportunity to take advantage of a situation and benefit from it wouldn't do justice to Nick Fury's hopes of her being a top-notch agent.

Daisy had a rough idea in her mind, but to put it into action, some preliminary work was needed.

First, she sought out Leo Fitz, who had helped modify her handgun. Although he couldn't compare to Tony Stark, he was a genius within S.H.I.E.L.D. He had some quirks but no major flaws.

"Going to Costa Rica?" Fitz looked at Daisy bewilderedly. He had no idea why she was dragging him to such a distant place.

Daisy briefly recounted the task she had just completed that she could talk about, ending with, "The director is concerned about possible particle residue on the island and the potential ecological damage. So..."

"So the director thought of me?" Fitz was excited, his face flushed with joy, and his curly hair seemed to radiate happiness.

Daisy forced a chuckle. Did the director really think of you? She neither confirmed nor denied, "Your girlfriend Jemma Simmons is a biochemistry expert, right? Bring her along; we'll leave immediately."

Fitz quickly denied, "No, she's not my girlfriend..."

Seeing him looking like he was protesting while secretly delighted, Daisy was speechless. She had him call Simmons.

Jemma Simmons, in her current appearance, had a bit of innocence to her. With her shoulder-length flaxen hair, she was holding two thick books that could probably knock someone out. She looked like a typical bookworm.

However, she seemed more composed than Fitz. She spoke logically in front of someone like Daisy, a popular student.

Time was short, and the mission was critical. Daisy vaguely mentioned it was the director's orders, and she recruited both of them onto the Quinjet.