Casting a Spell to Meet the Enemy

Daisy Johnson felt her nose clog and her eyes burn as a wave of grievance kept rising within her.

She felt like she was running all over the base without being able to help at all. Even Lincoln, the Inhuman doctor, had joined the effort to save Agent Coulson, using his abilities in place of the electromagnet meant to extract the shrapnel—Barbara had been quite surprised when she saw him put on surgical scrubs, until he demonstrated how to build an electromagnetic coil by hand in a short time. That had helped tremendously, at least making room for the bulky automated surgical machine. "Mike asked me to tell you, 'Don't put too much faith in the automated surgical machine. Use manual mode whenever possible,'" Daisy said apologetically. "My powers aren't very suitable for this. I'm sorry. If only Fitz or Simmons were here..."

"Hey, girl, I don't have time for psychological counseling right now! But you need to remember, before you got superpowers, you were still a hacker. At least you're more useful than Hunter. He can't do anything except carry medicine around. I don't even dare let him hold the hemostatic forceps." Barbara tilted her head and mercilessly berated her ex-husband. Hunter opened his mouth to retort, but there was no room for him to speak in this situation. "Why don't you check the automated surgical machine's software settings while I stop the bleeding? Mike and I feel the same way. We don't much like that cold, lifeless thing." Barbara spoke in as cheerful a tone as she could manage. "Luckily, part of Coulson's ribs had been replaced with alloy. Otherwise, the shrapnel would have torn his chest cavity to pieces. When he wakes up, he'll definitely say he's become a robot."

Daisy smiled. "That sounds like the kind