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Daisy Johnstone had spent years learning to live with loss, but nothing carved her open like Lincoln's sacrifice. The memory of the quinjet exploding against the stars still flickered behind her eyelids, a wound that never quite closed. S.H.I.E.L.D. wanted her to stay, to keep fighting, to turn her pain into purpose-but she couldn't. Not after everything. Not after him.
So she walked away. She buried the name Daisy Johnstone with the wreckage, shedding her old life like a skin that no longer fit. She chose something quieter, something human: Lucy Chen. A fresh start in a city that didn't know her power, her past, or the ghosts trailing behind her.
Years later, standing in the precinct briefing room with the news that she was about to make sergeant, Lucy felt the weight of two lives balancing on her shoulders. Pride mixed with an ache she'd long stopped admitting. She'd built this new future brick by brick-calls answered, cases closed, people saved not with shockwaves, but with empathy and grit.
But as applause filled the room, she wondered if Daisy would be proud of the woman she'd become... or if Lincoln would have smiled that soft, steady smile he always wore when he believed in her.
Lucy straightened, breathed in, and let both ghosts settle. She wasn't a vigilante. She wasn't an agent. She was Sergeant Lucy Chen now-and for the first time in years, that felt enough.