She focused her mind, sending a gentle pulse into the concrete beneath her boots. She wasn't destroying; she was listening. She felt the shifting of the tectonic plates miles below, the groaning of steel beams, the heartbeat of the city.
Daisy Johnson stood at the edge of the fractured Chicago skyline, her hands trembling not from fear, but from the raw, kinetic resonance humming in her bones. They called her Quake. They called her a hero. But according to the history books of a dark, alternate future, they called her the Destroyer of Worlds. daisy_johnson_destroyer_of_worlds
S.H.I.E.L.D. had seen the security footage from the future. She focused her mind, sending a gentle pulse