Post by Daisy Wilson on Jun 1, 2014 15:02:52 GMT -5
The door was lifted, illuminating the dark and dusty storage unit that belonged to Daisy and her mother. It was not far from where Daisy lived, but she felt the need to visit. She decided she would dig her mom's old weapons out of storage. Yeah, she wanted to be an Avenger, but decided that she wouldn't wait around for Fury to recruit her. It was time to take matters into her own hands and become a solo act, much like her father. This was because of what she had seen in papers and on the news. At times she got a first hand glimpse at the action, running the camera for the "on location" anchors.
Daisy sat on a box and opened another box. There she found her mother's old guns. She remembered how to load them. There was guns of all sizes. She stood up again and picked up the box of weapons. It was a little on the heavy side, but her car was parked right by the unit. Loading it in the back seat, she looked around to make sure no one was watching her. The coast was clear. There were probably many boxes full of weapons of all kinds. She wiped the sweat off her brow and headed back into the storage unit. It was warm outside, so she didn't want to stay here too long. The girl continued to rummage around. While she was mainly looking for weapons, she did stumble upon other things, such as old photo albums, one of which contained a photo of her and her father on her 8th birthday. She smiled and grabbed it out of the book. This was the only photo she had of him. For all she knew, he was dead, as she hadn't heard from him in a few years. But, she held out hope he was still alive, being that he had the regeneration ability, she wasn't sure if anything could kill him.
Once she started getting a bit sentimental, she continued her search for more weapons, finding a few daggers as well. She would not let anyone know her plans, not even her own mother.
Daisy sat on a box and opened another box. There she found her mother's old guns. She remembered how to load them. There was guns of all sizes. She stood up again and picked up the box of weapons. It was a little on the heavy side, but her car was parked right by the unit. Loading it in the back seat, she looked around to make sure no one was watching her. The coast was clear. There were probably many boxes full of weapons of all kinds. She wiped the sweat off her brow and headed back into the storage unit. It was warm outside, so she didn't want to stay here too long. The girl continued to rummage around. While she was mainly looking for weapons, she did stumble upon other things, such as old photo albums, one of which contained a photo of her and her father on her 8th birthday. She smiled and grabbed it out of the book. This was the only photo she had of him. For all she knew, he was dead, as she hadn't heard from him in a few years. But, she held out hope he was still alive, being that he had the regeneration ability, she wasn't sure if anything could kill him.
Once she started getting a bit sentimental, she continued her search for more weapons, finding a few daggers as well. She would not let anyone know her plans, not even her own mother.
