Daisy is made to wait

Daisy hugged herself and shivered as she shuffled after Jemma. She may have been invisible, but that didn't stop her feeling cold in the large, airy warehouse.

"Jemma, p-please can I borrow your j-jacket?" Daisy asked yet again.

Jemma groaned loudly and rolled her eyes.

"Oh, Daisy, how many times? It doesn't matter if you're embarrassed about being naked, no one can see you!"

"I know, but I'm cold-"

"And you don't think I am?" Jemma shot back, starting to get annoyed at her friends frequent interruptions. "If you'd just done what I asked, you wouldn't be in this mess, would you?"

Daisy fell silent and looked down glumly at where she knew her bare feet were.

xxx

Jemma picked up the smooth, metal plate and turned it over in her hands, studying it for any markings or clues as to its true purpose.

While she entered her theories into her notes, the scientist could feel an insistent tugging on the elbow of her jacket.

Daisy hadn't made a noise since her last telling off, but her increasingly **** attempts to remove Jemma's jacket were starting to become annoying.

Despite her best efforts to ignore the tugging, pulling and yanking on her clothes, Jemma finally snapped.

Turning around, she swung her flat palm through the air, powerfully finding its intended target as her hand smacked full **** into Daisy's invisible cheek.

She heard the naked girl staggering away, clutching her cheek and sobbing.

"I'm trying to work. Stop bothering me."

"But-"

"One more interruption and you're on your own. Good luck trying to return to normal again on your own, NAKED girl."

Jemma's emphasis of the penultimate word flushed heat into Daisy's cheeks. She stayed as quiet as a mouse while Simmons continued to systematically document everything.

It may have just been her imagination, but she was sure Jemma was taking longer than was necessary...

xxx

"Daisy? Are you still here?"

Jemma had taken so long that Daisy, who had sat down in a corner to wait, had been nodding off, but jerked awake at the sound of her name.

"Over here," she squeaked in a small voice, standing up.

"We're done here, let's head back."

Without waiting for a reply, Jemma began to walk quickly back towards the exit, leaving Daisy to scamper after her.

Daisy paused next to the invisibility ray, but Jemma walked straight past, already climbing the stairs.

"Hey...Simmons...wait!"

Daisy scooped the device up, holding it awkwardly in her arms and staggered out of the bunker.

It was a long climb. By the time they finally reached the surface, Daisy's legs were aching, her bare feet were throbbing and her chest was sore, crushed against the cold metal.

Daisy saw Jemma pull her jacket tight and shiver in the blizzard that greeted them. The invisible girl hated her for that. How dare Jemma feel cold! Sure, it was a thin jacket, but at least she had one! Daisy didn't have a single scrap of cloth on her body!

Daisy was so **** to be out of the cold that she practically sprinted to the ship...or as fast as one can sprint with bare feet and carrying a cumbersome load.

Jemma couldn't help but laugh as the invisibility ray seemingly floated past her of its own accord and up the ramp of the ship, which had opened automatically at their approach.

Daisy knew how strange it must look for the seat belt to appear to be held away from the seat by thin air. As the quinjet took off, she was just glad it was automated and that no one else was on this mission.

How was she going to explain this to anyone?

As Daisy continued to hug herself and shiver, she just hoped that the box would be able to turn her back normal again...and that nothing else would go wrong.