Agents Of S.h.i.e.l.d. - Season 5 | Marvel-s

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.

“You’re the new blood,” the man whispered, pointing a trembling finger at Daisy. “The Destroyer of Worlds.” Marvel-s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. - Season 5

They learned they were on the Lighthouse , a subterranean bunker that had been blasted into an asteroid after the Earth had been… shattered. Not cracked, not invaded. Shattered. Trillions dead. The sky replaced by a permanent, glittering graveyard of planetary debris. The Kree, blue-skinned fascists from the stars, now ruled the remnants of humanity, using them as laborers and selling them as "parts." The first thing Daisy Johnson felt was the cold

With his dying strength, Coulson flew the Zephyr directly at Talbot, using the ship’s claws to pry open the Gravitonium armor. “Do it now, Daisy!” he roared over the comms. Now, she, Coulson, May, Fitz, Simmons, Mack, and

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.

The final battle was a storm of grief and desperation. Coulson, his fatal wound now spreading across his chest like black lightning, knew his part. He had the serum that could give Daisy the edge—but it was the last of the Centipede formula. His only cure. He looked at Daisy, at the terrified young woman he’d raised into a leader, and he made his choice.