Daisy Johnson Imagines

Ghost Rider (Part 4)

I am closing the requests for this book again. I am nearing the end of my Natasha book, which means I will have more time soon. And the idea of writing a whole Daisy book is still going around in my head, so if I want to go into that, that means I am going to end this one. If I have time. I still have a lot of requests on my list that I will do, so a couple more chapters to go :)

Summary: a part four was requested where you leave the garage to go work for SHIELD :)

The phone went off right before you were going to close the shop. Your coworkers were cleaning up their tools for today and slowly started to shut everything down. You hung upside down inside the engine of an old van, when your phone in your office rang. You told your colleagues you got it and wiped your dirty hands on your pants.

''Y/L/N carshop, how can I help you?''

''Hello beautiful.''

Your heart made a little jump at the familiar voice. Even though the phone, it was clear she was smirking, knowing damn well what she was causing. You blushed heavily and turned away from the window and your nosy coworkers to hide your face. ''Daisy. I hadn't expected to hear from you so soon.''

''Well, you said I could call if we ever needed you to fix one of our cars, right?''

You laughed, plopping down in the leather chair and thinking of the night Daisy had knocked on your door and you had taken her in. ''I didn't think you would actually take me up on that offer, but yes, I did say that. Why, did you drive recklessly again?''

''Do you think you can fix a plane too?'' she asked in the same joyful tone, but there was a bit of hesitation in her voice, as if she was scared of asking it. 

You let out an airy chuckle and Daisy relaxed. For some reason, she had expected a reprimand or a tone, but you couldn't help but laugh. ''Let me change my previous question. Did you fly recklessly again?''

''I have to disappoint you there, I can't fly the Zephyr,'' she said smugly.

''Damn that is disappointing.'' You played along. You were smiling like an idiot into the phone, but you had missed her presence and her reckless stupidity. She had left as quickly as she had come. Something with having to go back to SHIELD. You had let her go, knowing that's where she belonged and was safe. Daisy had promised to call as often as she could, but things were really busy with the Ghost Rider. You told her to take her time and just call whenever she could. 

You sighed, leaning forward in the chair and rubbing your forehead. ''To be honest, I know nothing about jets, but if you called a car mechanic to fix it, that must mean you are quite out of options, so purely for the sake of that, I will come to your rescue.''

''Oh purely for the jet,'' Daisy teased, knowing damn well if anyone else was calling, you would have said no.

With the phone pressed between your ear and shoulder, you gathered your stuff and gestured to your coworkers you had to go. They nodded, understanding what you meant to say. ''Yes, this has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I am dying to see you again,'' you played innocent, grabbing your keys and unlocking the car.

''I left only a week ago,'' Daisy laughed. Her voice was lowered, so she must be in company.

''Yes, and it has been a long week. Where should I meet you?'' You threw your stuff on the seat next to you and stuck the keys in the ignition. 

Daisy smiled at the sound of the heavy engine of your car coming to life in the background. ''How good is your car off-road?''

It was really hard to find the jet in the dark, especially in the middle of the countryside where trees surrounded the meadows. Your headlights were the only piece of light you had, but luckily Daisy had sent you her coordinates so with the help of the navigation on your phone, you eventually reached the site.