Daisy Johnson AKA Quake

“Oww!” Daisy yelled, a rock landing on her head.

“Sorry!” A voice called out from above.

“Davis… do that again and I’m gonna kill you…”

“It was Riley!”

“He’s back on the plane… now give me more rope and not a concussion…”

“Fine…”

The deep pit laid out before her, repelling down in search of an 084. A group of ex-Hydra Merck had been hired to find it, SHIELD had to be there first.

“I think I see the bottom.” She yelled. it was dank and murky. Her feet touched the ground, her flashlight the only source of illumination.

“I don’t see anything here, but there are some tunnels leading off… I’m gonna scout a couple, you check in with the others.

“Yeah, alright.”

She disconnected the rope and harness and began to wander down the corridor. The passage was rough, well worn. She wasn’t sure if it was dug by hand or by nature… but she wasn’t here to go caving… she was looking for something.

If only she knew what exactly.

The tunnel slowly sloped down and away from where she’d landed. It eventually opened up into a chamber, one that definitely looked man made.

In the center was a large stone plinth, and sitting on it, was just a rusty old oil lamp.

“You have GOT to be kidding me… what next, a living flying carpet? Ugh…”

She picked it up.

“Eh… why not, what’s the worst that could happen? Will Smith pops out?”

She gave it a good rub. Nothing…. At least for a moment… then the lamp began to shake and it wasn’t from her powers…

“Oh crap…” she yelled as smoke began to pour out of the spout.