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The first thing Daisy Johnson felt was the cold. Not the chill of a rainy night in Seattle, but the deep, metallic, soul-sucking cold of a ship adrift in space. The last thing she remembered was the fear in Phil Coulson’s eyes as a mysterious hooded figure abducted them from their own diner. Now, she, Coulson, May, Fitz, Simmons, Mack, and Yo-Yo woke up in a barren, rock-walled cell.

And Daisy, her powers surging, was the only one who could stop him. But a direct hit at full power, as the future had shown, would crack the planet.

That was the name that would haunt her. The name that made Fitz’s scientific mind race and made Simmons grip his arm so hard her knuckles turned white.