"That's a good girl," Whitehall replies over the communicator and ends the conversation with Kara. She sets her communicator aside on her bedside table and lies back down in her bed.

Why do I work with him? Because I owe him everything. Don't I? Kara thinks.

New life and purpose in exchange for my compliance. Kara's hands start to grip her sheets tightly almost of their own will when she thinks of the word 'compliance'.

She looks down at them with a confused look and then feels a tingling sensation on the left side of her face. She gets out of bed and approaches her bedroom mirror. She takes a close look at her face and slides her fingers down the skin. It feels mildly rough, but it looks completely smooth.

"What's wrong with me?" She whispers and then there is a knock at the door to her apartment. Kara goes to the door and opens it.

"Hey there, chica," Bobbi greets reaching forward and giving Kara a hug.

"You have a key. You didn't need to knock," Kara says hugging her back.

"That's what I said," Hunter mentions, leaning against the wall.

"Hey, this is Kara's home. We aren't gonna just barge in on her."

"You should know by now that the concept of manners is lost on me, love."

"Can't blame a girl for trying," Bobbi laughs giving him a kiss then entering Kara's apartment. The three of them go into Kara's small kitchen and take a seat at the table.

"How have you been doing today so far?" Bobbi asks.

"After I found out that I slept through the 'everybody on Earth temporarily disappeared' incident, I didn't feel inclined to leave the apartment. So I've just been sitting here trying to process that and what President Pierce told us regarding Hydra. Can you believe they'd do something like this?"

"Honestly, after everything Bob and I have learned through our own business, I can."

"That was a fun few months of deep cover, wasn't it? I know we took a 'don't ask, don't tell policy' about what we do and who we do it for, Kara, but I feel so tempted to tell you about that job," Bobbi chuckles alongside Hunter. As they continues to laugh, Kara's eyes fixate on Bobbi. The color of Bobbi's hair changes from blonde to a brunette color and her clothes start to change their appearance to a red outfit.

"Kara? Is something wrong?" Hunter asks her. Kara's face goes from tingling to feeling like someone is picking the skin right off it. She grabs that portion of her face trying to get the feeling to stop.

"Kara!" Bobbi cries out.

Kara stares at her and the world becomes distorted as Bobbi's image rapidly shifts between her normal self and Kara's hallucination. She starts to hyperventilate and Bobbi reaches for something in her bag. She pulls out a syringe with an orange substance in it. Hunter holds Kara's arm in place while Bobbi prepares to use the syringe.

No. I can't let her touch me…why not? What's wrong with me? Kara panics in her mind.

That panic is enough to distract her from Bobbi already pressing the syringe into one of her veins and pumping the substance in it. The sensation burns and Kara's teeth clench so hard that she's afraid she might break some of them. But after about 30 seconds, the feeling passes and Kara slowly opens her eyes back up. Bobbi looks normal again and Kara rubs her face once more; a sigh of relief escaping her lips at it feeling smooth.

"What, what did you give me?" Kara asks taking deep calming breathes.

"Something Hunter and I found while joining some of the rioters attacking the Triskelion. They called it Extremis. I thought it might help with the headaches you've been experiencing."

"Thank you. It helped a little," she replies touching her face again.

"Why do you keep doing that?" Hunter asks.

"When I was having that panic attack, it felt like my skin was simultaneously being burned and scarred."

"Have you ever had that feeling before?" Bobbi asks.

"Before, it was just this tingling sensation. But it isn't just my face that's starting to feel worse now. Ever since I turned 28, I haven't just been experiencing headaches. The world has started to feel foreign to me. Like I don't belong and that no one is who they say they are. I thought it might be stress or paranoia brought on by my own line of work, but now I'm not so sure."

"And what do we look like to you?"

"You look like," Kara starts and then pauses, taking a careful look at Bobbi. Her image doesn't change and, unlike how she felt during her panic attack, her heartbeat is steady and her hands are relaxed. "Friends. You look like friends," she finishes, taking Bobbi and Hunter's hands.

"95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100," Skye counts to herself as she continues her pushups. She lost track of how long she had been stuck in this room with her own confused and upset thoughts, so she started exercising to take her mind off things. It only mildly took the edge off, but mildly was better than nothing she supposed. Especially when she could accidentally split apart the building if she didn't keep her feelings in check.

May would be so pissed if she knew I was locked up. At least I hope she would be, Skye thinks.

But if what Grant said was true and she did rebel against Hydra, how would she see me? Surely she wouldn't stand for this. We are the closest thing the other has to family after all. Ugh. Maybe it would've been for the best if I just kept my hacker nose out of Hydra's business. I'd be alone, but at least I'd be alone in my van and not alone in a top secret base with destructive superpowers. I wonder how the other me processed all this.

"Hey Skye," Tripp's voice comes from outside the cell. Skye sits up and uses her shirt to wipe away some of the sweat coating her face. Tripp stands just outside the cell holding a tray with a sandwich.

"I wouldn't get any closer to this cell," Skye warns.

"Mystical Mumbo Jumbo dude outside already told me what he did. He made it so I can't be hurt by the magical field."

"He told you that he's magic and you just accepted it?"

"In this order, he thinks I can be trusted, so he told me about his powers and when you learn that there's another dimension adjacent to your own, you tend to open your mind a bit." Tripp steps forward and the forcefield visibly materializes before him. He walks right through it and presses a few buttons on the cell door. A small portion of the door opens up, large enough for the tray he's holding.

"I know you probably don't want to accept food from Shield 'scum' like me," Tripp begins, but Skye reaches through the opening, takes the tray, and pulls it into the cell.

"It's my favorite. I'm guessing Grant told you that?" Skye asks taking a big bite out of the sandwich.

"Yep."

"Figures. Where is he?" She asks with her mouth full.

"Keeping a safe distance away. He thinks you're still mad at him."

"He's not wrong. And it's not even regular anger. I've got the other me's not so positive feelings towards Grant on top of them." The ground lightly starts shaking and Skye bites back into her sandwich to try and calm down.

"I don't know a lot about Ward, but from what I've seen of him, he seems like a decent guy."

"Even if that was the case, I don't understand how he could willingly work with Shield."

"Because the world was deceived by a lie."

"Were we? You saw what happened with that child in Cambridge. Even if there was some conspiracy behind it, people still died because of a person with powers."

"Hey, she was just a child and an orphan at that. She didn't have anyone to help her get through the experience. Not like you do."

"You're really gonna try and help me get a handle on my powers when killing me would be a lot easier?"

"It would be, but that's not what we do here at Shield."

"How kind of you," Skye says finishing her sandwich. She walks back to the door and pushes the tray and plate through the small opening for Tripp to take back. "Hey, I haven't seen you before have I?"

"Why?"

"I don't know why, but when I look at you, I get this…familiar, almost calming feeling in the pit of my stomach."

"We never met in this world, but the other you and other me were apparently friends. Alright, I gotta go back topside, but if you need anything, bathroom, food, or just someone to talk to, don't hesitate to contact me." Tripp pushes a small communicator through the opening for Skye to take. "We've weakened its signal strength though, so if you try figuring out how to contact someone within Hydra outside of the base, if won't work, so don't try it."

"Understood," Skye replies. As Tripp starts to leave, Skye feels a question bubble to the surface that she isn't sure she wants to know, but can't pass up the opportunity. "Wait!" She calls out.

"What is it?" Tripp asks turning around and walking back to the cell.

"The other me…did she say anything about who she really was? Who her parents were?"

"She didn't talk much about her past, but Ward says she told him what her name really is. It's Daisy."

"Daisy," Skye repeats. Heart fluttering a bit at getting at least one answer about her past. "Such a pretty name."

Tripp exits the cell block to find Strange and Ward waiting for him.

"You sure giving her a communicator is a good idea? She's still Hydra right now," Ward reminds him.

"I know, but establishing some semblance of trust is a good start at least to trying to break those bonds. A team that trusts is a team that triumphs."

"…what the heck was that?" Ward asks.

"I don't know. Something Daisy said The Patriot said back in the other world."

"Speaking of Daisy, I mean Skye, is she still mad at me?"

"Yep."

"Figured. Can't blame a guy for hoping though."

"Don't worry. We'll get through to her," Tripp assures him.

"Preferably before she gets tired of waiting and tries breaking out with her powers," Strange comments.

"Relax, Doc. Rome wasn't built in a day after all."

Oh the irony, Strange sighs in his thoughts.