[ She watches Max's hands handle her own, the other woman's touch careful and considerate in a way that doesn't seem the least bit out of place. As if by instinct, she knows that Max isn't someone who enjoys causing pain, that some part of her might be broken but not irreparable. In some moments— and it's so strange because they've only just met, but there are moments when Daisy feels as if she's looking in a mirror.

She looks up to watch Max's face when she speaks and feels her jaw drop at the revelation presented so willing. Created. Whether philosophically or literally, it sure sounds like this woman has been through some Hydra-level bullshit. And suddenly, in ten seconds flat, Daisy feels the intense need to protect her in any way she can. Starting with revealing one of her own secrets in return. ]

I was in the healing chamber on our time-traveling spaceship, recovering from being tortured by a psycho who wanted to steal my superpowers.

[ It's not lost on Daisy that one of their stories is vastly more believable than the other. She just hopes Max is willing to keep an open mind with things. ]