Agents of SHIELD: Nexus

Mick tossed restlessly on the brick like mattress. He'd begun to wonder if time was even passing anymore. The door then burst open as armed soldiers charged in, screaming furiously and taking aim. Mick had already lost the will to fight. He simply placed his hands on the back of his head, kneeling beside the bed. They threw him in a interrogation room, chaining him down once more. This time a very familiar face sat across from him. 

"You don't look like you're missing Mr. Bellouve," Davis said with a smile. It had been quite some time since Mick had seen his friend, his hair was much tidier, spiked up, favoring a more salt and pepper color rather than it's normal dark brown, with his goatee matching. He was in his typical SHIELD suit and tie. 

"How?" Mick stared curiously.

"Well, the remaining agents were forced to comply or be arrested by General Hale," Davis frowned. 

"What about Patten and Jerren?" 

"Jerren is still with Stark, he's untouchable right now. Patten, well," Davis groaned. 

"He refused?" 

"He's been on edge since the Sokovia Accords. This was the last push," Davis sighed. 

"So you being here, does that mean you know the truth of the team?" 

"That Coulson is alive, and now on the run with a murder crazed Inhuman?" 

"Is that what they're calling her now?" Mick grumbled.

"Why'd she change her name to Daisy? I thought it was Skye?" 

"It's a long story," Mick smiled. 

"Guess you can fill me in later. They're going to get really upset if I don't start questioning you," Davis smirked as Mick raised his brow. 

"I told them everything last time they questioned me," Mick said firmly. 

"Clearly they don't believe that," Davis said as Mick rolled his eyes. 

"Ask away, I'll tell you anything you want to know," Mick sighed as Davis tried to reassure him with a smile. 

"Where is Phil Coulson?" 

"No clue," Mick huffed. 

"Figured that, next one. Where is Daisy Johnson?" Davis shook his head.

"I wish I knew," Mick groaned, Davis noting the complete discomfort on Mick's face. 

"So you really don't know where any of your team is?"

"No! I assume Fitz is somewhere in this hellhole, but he's the only one that was still with me at the diner!" Mick lashed out, then slumped back in the chair in defeat. 

Davis glanced at Mick sympathetically, then looked at the window behind him briefly before he turned focus back to Mick. "Why don't we start there then, what happened when you got to the diner?" 

Mick took in a deep breath, letting his mind wonder back to the brief moment of happiness. "We had just destroyed Aida, that psycho android that was bent on destroying the world by using a demonic book called the Darkhold."

"Wait what?" Davis asked skeptically. "I thought androids were off limits, and didn't you deal with something like that book as a kid?" 

"Fitz and Radcliffe built her. She was an LMD of Radcliffe's wife or something like that. I don't exactly know how she ended up with the Darkhold, but it was different than the one we saw," Mick replied. He had forgotten all about dealing with that thing and the corrupting powers of it back in high school. 

"Is the Darkhold at least safe now?"

"Yeah. It's in another dimension with one heck of a guardian protecting it," Mick said with a smirk, no one would be able to take that thing from Robbie Reyes, the Ghost Rider. 

"That's good," Davis glanced back at the window. Clearly someone was watching this interview, which made perfect sense. "Back to the diner then." 

"Right," Mick sighed. "We all knew that the uniforms were coming, I mean we set off the alarms when we returned to base. So we decided to have one last meal together before we were locked up and integrated."

"So you did know they were coming for you?" Davis asked.

"Of course. They believe Daisy shot Talbot, and that we also had something to do with Mace and Radcliffe's deaths. They weren't going to let us walk free, certainly not Daisy," Mick said almost bitterly. 

"So none of that is right then?"

"None of it," Mick stated. "Aida used an LMD of Daisy to shoot Talbot. Mace and Radcliffe unfortunately were victims of the Framework, which was a simulation world that entrapped quite a few of our minds. Again, long story."

"Basically everything that we know was wrong then?" Davis asked trying not to laugh. 

"You know how it goes with SHIELD," Mick said with a grin. 

"Ugh, fine. I'll ask him that!" Davis barked as he glared at the window. "Boss wants to know how the others escaped." 

"I don't have a clue," Mick said with a sigh. "One minute I was there, holding hands with Daisy, ready to accept my fate and end up in a place like this. The next second, she was gone, and yet here I am."

Davis sighed as Mick stared at the ground, clearly distraught. "He's telling the truth, General." Davis was quiet, his nostrils flaring, which was the usual when he was upset. "Then let him work with Fitz, I'm sure the two of them can find them."

"What's that all about?" Mick asked as Davis rolled his eyes. 

"Trust me, you don't want to know," Davis smiled as he stood up. "It would be in your best interest to listen to what she says, don't fight against her, and maybe you'll get out of here."