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"You will tell me everything you know about SHIELD."

The woman gave her bindings another experimental shake before she looked up at her captor. "What's the magic word?"

The man briefly buried his masked face in his gloved hand. "Please tell me everything you know about SHIELD."

"No, I don't think I will, Gas-Mask." She smirked. She was still pretty, even freshly bruised from the fight that had brought her there, and even through the haze of the cell. "I like how you're going with a 'just ask nicely' interrogation technique, though. It's a nice change of pace."

"You want to tell us everything you know. You want to be useful to us," he insisted, his voice growing tired of the SHIELD agent's sass. Were they all that sassy? That would be reason enough to take down that organisation.

She pursed her lips in mock-thought, for long enough to take several breaths. "You know what? You're right."

Finally, they'd gotten to her. He pulled a notebook out of his pockets, fumbling with his pen in his large gloves.

"I do want to tell you," she continued, "Everything I know about this operation."

He nodded, ready to record all the intel this subverted agent could get him.

"So, I was impressed at first, you managed to ambush me while I was on a day off. So you must have access to at least level 3 clearance to see my schedule. But maybe you were just lucky, because this?" She waved one bound hand as much as she could, vaguely around her cell, "This is just bad. Like, once I've recovered, and I will recover, I'll be able to quake this little holding cell apart. And in the precious time you've got with me, you're not even really trying to interrogate me."

Beneath the mask, the man blushed. The agent did have something of a point, the Boss didn't have the most professionalised operation. She didn't need to, she usually got whatever she wanted without the effort. She should have already broken this agent.

"So, yeah, that's what I want to tell you. Oh, wait, no! I'm getting a compulsion to completely betray my best friends for no reason!"

Ah! Finally, progress!

"Let's see... Yeah, the most vulnerable person is definitely Agent May. You'll want to send all your weakest fighters against her, since she's the weak link. Just have them attack her one at a time. Hmm, what else... I know, you should probably not worry about leaving any of your tech lying around - our research division is really bad so we'll never get anything out of reverse engineering it anyway."

Even through three layers of protection, the man's ears were being seared by her caustic sarcasm. "... So you aren't feeling at all loyal to the Boss?"

"Oh, man, if there's anything which earns my loyalty, it's jumping me with six guys while I'm getting groceries and locking me up in a smelly room while Mr. Gas-Mask asks me questions he knows I won't answer."

Smelly? "Wait, so, you don't think the scents in this room are literally the best thing you've ever inhaled?"

"What?"

"Oh no..." The gas-masked man took a few slow steps back before retreating from the holding cell.

"So, Mistr-"

"Boss." Came her curt interjection. The Boss was a tall woman, over 6 feet despite her Filipino descent, with a sharp nose and jaw contrasted by smiling eyes. Her curled hair ended in natural green highlights. An Inhuman, of course.

"Boss, I believe that the SHIELD agent might be immune to your pheromones." Without his mask, Number Two was a fairly attractive man. He had once been a retired colonel in the US army, turned Department of Defense contractor, before he'd spent two hours in a room filled with the Boss's breath.

She pursed her lips, sneering, "And why would you think that? Has anyone been able to hold on to their free will in the presence of my power?"

"Of course not, but they haven't been Inhuman like you. Your power... It might only work on humans."

The Boss paced around the room for a few moments. At one point the pen she had been holding dropped to the floor, snapped in two.

Number Two waited. He was, at a deep psychological level, incapable of interrupting her train of thought.

"Alright, I suppose it's possible that my pheromones can only affect humans who don't have the gift," she sighed, he nodded along, "So we'll just need to keep this one locked up and capture another high-level SHIELD agent. We shouldn't get the married ones, so..."

"Well, we do have the schedule for an Agent Piper, who isn't enhanced in any way. But-"

"Perfect, then you just need to decide when to ambush this 'Piper' and then I'll make her my obedient servant. Dismi-"

It took a literally painful amount of willpower for him to interrupt the Boss, but there was no choice. "Boss, I don't think we can hold this Johnson woman until then."

"Why not? I had the best contractors in the industry build that holding cell." Pro-bono, of course.

"Could it withstand a magnitude 9 earthquake? Because she can do that."

The Boss scoffed, "If she could destroy our base that easily, she'd have done so already."

"There must be some kind of drawback to her powers, but she seemed confident once her injuries had healed that she could take us down."

The Boss leaned against her desk, fixing him with a withering (but somehow intensely beautiful stare). She waited for him to continue.

"S-so, I think we'll need to keep roughing her up. Even locked up, she'll probably fight back. We'll lose people, but it'll be worth it to infiltrate SHIELD eventually. I can apprehend the other Agent myself if needs be."

The Boss smirked. "So, your preferred option is the one where you get Agent Piper all to yourself?"

He blushed, "I-I mean, I'll share her with you, Boss! And, I honestly don't know if we have any other option."

She laughed, "I know, you're right. I was just teasing you," as she spoke, she started to enter a combination on the safe below her desk, "Right now, we have no other option."

A smile forced its way onto his face. Euphoria at helpfully advising his Boss filled him in an upwelling of pride. For a few moments, he was completely unable to think anything except a broad feeling of bliss.

But then he finished working out the subtext in what the Boss had just said.

He let out a startled yelp. "B-Boss! You said we should never use that!"

She looked down at the misshapen chunk of white rock she had withdrawn from the safe. "What I said was that using this recklessly had doomed HYDRA. We could easily run into the same trap - alerting SHIELD to our presence and possibly causing an even worse present for ourselves via the Butterfly Effect."

"Well, yes, exactly. So I don't understand why you're playing with the Monolith fragment now?"

"Because I've read the file you prepared on Agent Johnson. She was recruited before Terrigenesis, but well into adulthood."

"-So she wasn't in the Academy at a time when she'd be vulnerable?"

"Exactly. Before she fights her way out, do the usual blindfold and drop her off in a field somewhere."

Number Two nodded. "When can I expect you back, Boss?"

"You know, I'm not sure, maybe even in a few seconds." She laughed as she dropped the rock to the floor. On contact, it exploded into a sloshing mass of white liquid. The Boss sank into it, disappearing below the floor and travelling an extradimensional trajectory.

Number Two turned, leaving to gather enough men to knock out Agent Johnson for long enough to take her for a long helicopter ride.

Eleven years ago

The underground activist Skye slammed the door of her jeep-cum-mobile home behind her. Her brown hair was a tangled mess, her eyes had massive bags under them. No makeup, of course. She was in a rush.

A massive lead had come in through the dark web. Someone had gotten hold of the Snowden documents. They hadn't even been leaked yet, barely anyone knew about them.

So even though she was rushing into an abandoned warehouse in a neighbourhood of California being slowly colonised by Silicon Valley, she knew it was credible. She had to make meatspace contact.

As she put most of her body weight into yanking open a big metal door, the first thing which struck her was how stinky the air inside was. There was an overpowering wave of something kind of like musk, immediately forcing its way into her nostrils.

"Is this mould or something?" Skye muttered to herself.

She immediately regretted opening her mouth to speak. Even leaving that much of an opening seemed to allow whatever was in the air here to fuse to her tongue.

"Urgh," she gagged before shouting out into the darkness of the warehouse, "Hey, erm, 'The_Last_Head', you really need to get an air freshener in here!"

The throat action required to shout through the hazy air forced her to swallow another big gulp. The taste was still off in a big way. But it wasn't in a bad way. It had the same quality as men's perfume, way too earthy, but not nasty.

As she wandered further into the darkness, Skye took a few more deep sniffs, letting the concoction work its way around her nose.

"Yeah, no, I can get used to this, actually. It's overpowering, but it's alright..." She continued murmuring to herself.

She took in another deep breath. She stood motionless, wondering.

"No, still can't figure out what it is," she observed to nobody at all.

She was getting distracted from... something. The smell was so overpowering, she needed to work it out. If she figured out what the smell was she could ignore it and get back to...

She could get back to...

Skye was definitely there for a reason. But right now the only reason in her head was the beautiful scent that she just wanted to keep smelling.

She was wandering aimlessly in the dark, guided only by the strengthening of the scent, navigating only by taking more, and deeper, breaths.

There was a voice in the shadows, as sweet as the scent.

"You know, I actually came here six months ago. It took me that long to realise you don't even know you're called Daisy yet."

The voice was talking nonsense, but Skye fixated on it. She could feel her ears tingling with the sweetness of it. Somehow, the sound had the same texture as the air. She felt like she was developing synaesthesia just by listening to the woman in the darkness.

"But, in any case... Hello, Skye, I'm your contact. I've been waiting for you."

Contact?

Skye didn't wear glasses, she didn't need contacts...

Oh. A thought pushed itself through the musky haze in her mind. Skye wasn't a perfume connoisseur, she was a hacker, and she was here for information.

That made this woman important.

"Oh, err, hi! Sorry about what I said about the air freshener, I actually really, really like this place," Skye stumbled over her words, rambling a few nonsense syllables before she found a way to express how she felt, "I think it's incredibly important that you work with me on this."

"Of course, I'd love to have you as part of my organisation." There was a sharpness in the voice, like it was stabbing into her eardrums. Like it was burrowing its way into her head.

"Erm, sorry, I'm a bit of a lone wolf... But I'd be very happy to work with you on this." And to work in here, where I can keep breathing in the scent.

And listening to her voice. And letting it break in.

"... Break in to my mind..." Skye mumbled.

The air shifted. The woman moved closer. Skye blushed, looking around as though the hazy air held some answer to her embarrassment.

"Erm, I don't know why I just said that."

"I do." A hand touched Skye's face. Tanned and powerful. It made her feel slightly aroused and very safe.

"I was just... I don't know..."

"You were falling under my spell. The air here is full of a pheromone I produce. It makes the human mind change to become subservient to me."

It made no sense.

But it made complete sense.

It was beautiful, overpowering, and perfect.

"I want you to say it aloud, Skye," the woman continued, her sweet voice completely smashing through any walls in Skye's mind, "When you say it, it will become true."

The thought had already formed in her head. In the same way that the woman's voice, and her pheromones' scent was the same texture, her mind had adopted the exact same feeling.

Bliss, distraction, a strange sensual undertone...

"I am under your control. I belong to you. My body is a doll for you to use. My mind is reprogrammed for your command. I am your slave. You are my Mistress." Skye's voice became fast, breathless.

She moaned as her breath drew itself out of her body in a long tone of pleasure.

Mistress kissed her, pushing an even more powerful scent into her mouth and into her soul.

Skye went limp in her hands.

Skye was a doll, a slave, completely submissive. Completely under control.

And then Skye slept, and forgot.

Three Weeks Later (or Eleven Years and Three Weeks Later)

Agent Daisy Johnson donned a flak jacket. She glanced at her special gauntlets, and left them in the armoury. This mission didn't need Quake powers, it just needed a normal agent on the ground.

Director Mack had given her an easy assignment for her first time back after her forced leave. She didn't really like it. Daisy had thought once Coulson was gone, Directors would stop treating her like a daughter.

Maybe it wasn't Mack's paternal instinct. Maybe it was just him recognising that Daisy was SHEILD's most powerful asset, and that she needed a bit of coddling. Maybe it was even true.

"Urgh, whatever. Time to go fight the bad guys." Daisy slapped her own cheeks and prepared herself to head out.

Then her phone rang.

An unknown number. But it was getting through the billions of firewalls Fitz's successors had put on the SHIELD software.

"Daniel, have you finally managed to find a modern phone? How romantic, calling me before my first mission!" Daisy giggled into the phone. She wasn't even teasing him, something about the man-out-of-time really did make her feel... cute, and vulnerable.

It wasn't Agent Daniel Souza's voice that replied, though. "Who's Daniel? I thought I was the only one that mattered to you?"

It was a woman's voice. Accented, though she couldn't tell what accent. Cloying in a way she could barely describe. It was like her ears were being tickled by a summer wind just to hear it.

"After all... You belong to me. You are under my control."

Daisy froze.

"Your body is a doll for me to use. Your mind is reprogrammed for my command."

The words echoed through Daisy's ears and through her brain.

"You are my slave. I am your Mistress."

Something slowly snapped into place in Daisy's mind. Like a rusty lever being pulled, it happened strenuously, but once it had moved into place the gears started to turn inexorably.

She remembered a scent.

She remembered the feeling of words stabbing their way through her defences.

She remembered a feeling of complete distraction.

She remembered a voice. She remembered submission.

Years ago, before SHIELD, her Mistress had found her.

Back when she was Skye. Back when she was a normal human. She had pledged herself to complete obedience.

So much had changed since then. Daisy had met her parents, she had gained her Quake powers, she had travelled through space and time.

It didn't matter.

At the very core of her mind was a simple truth.

"I am under your control. I belong to you. My body is a doll for you to use. My mind is reprogrammed for your command. I am your slave. You are my Mistress."

"Good girl. Come to me. Serve me."

"Yes, Mistress." Daisy's voice was at once monotone and deeply husky. She was aroused, but mindless. She was an obedient doll.

Agent Johnson returned to SHIELD HQ with a cocktail of amazing aftertastes in her mouth. She stared straight forward with a rigidly ingrained purpose. Mistress had waited so long, and now she had a superhuman under her control.

No more time would be wasted. SHIELD would fall.

Waves of power shook the air between her and the door, causing even the high-tech reinforced furniture of SHIELD to snap and blow away. Agent Melinda May turned, halfway into fighting stance before she relaxed.

"Daisy, you do remember how to knock, right?"

Daisy simply motioned her head towards the floor. "Element of surprise was important," she observed in a neutral tone. At her feet, the container of pheromones fizzed as it released its perfume into the room.

May didn't need any more time to register the threat. That's why she was the first target - she was too perceptive to allow more than one brainwashed sleeper agent under her watch.

The senior agent moved at a speed which would be impressive on a young field agent and was frankly ludicrous given her age.

Skye would have been doomed. In seconds she'd have been in a chokehold or passed out on the floor, and May would have a cleanup crew in seconds.

But Skye wasn't the slave anymore. Quake was.

Daisy outstretched her hands, pouring out her power into a pair of endless vibrating waves. May was trapped in place, straining just to not be thrown into the wall. Pheromones were picked up in the air waves, and blown directly into May's nose and through the small gap between her clenched lips.

May softened. After a few minutes, the strength left her. She stood still, dazed, arms at her sides.

"You feel it, don't you, May?" Daisy crooned, "The power flowing into your mind. The loss of control. The creeping feeling of pleasure and submission."

"What... have... you... done?" May struggled out.

"I'm putting you under control. I am making your body a doll for my Mistress to use. I'm reprogramming your mind for her command. You will be her slave."

Slowly, May nodded. Her lips curled into a smile. "Understood," she said, taciturn as always.

---

So, Most-Wanted8 wanted to see some Chloe Bennett hypno and since I haven't felt like writing floof into anything for a while, I supposed I should humour her. In a completely separate conversation, irontale96 suggested that there should be time travel mind control stuff.

So I put them together in one Agents of SHIELD-flavoured package. Because Agents of SHIELD >> most current MCU content tbh.

Proofreading credit to The Cavalry, Dormiria

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"You will tell me everything you know about SHIELD."

The woman gave her bindings another experimental shake before she looked up at her captor. "What's the magic word?"

The man briefly buried his masked face in his gloved hand. "Please tell me everything you know about SHIELD."

"No, I don't think I will, Gas-Mask." She smirked. She was still pretty, even freshly bruised from the fight that had brought her there, and even through the haze of the cell. "I like how you're going with a 'just ask nicely' interrogation technique, though. It's a nice change of pace."

"You want to tell us everything you know. You want to be useful to us," he insisted, his voice growing tired of the SHIELD agent's sass. Were they all that sassy? That would be reason enough to take down that organisation.

She pursed her lips in mock-thought, for long enough to take several breaths. "You know what? You're right."

Finally, they'd gotten to her. He pulled a notebook out of his pockets, fumbling with his pen in his large gloves.

"I do want to tell you," she continued, "Everything I know about this operation."

He nodded, ready to record all the intel this subverted agent could get him.

"So, I was impressed at first, you managed to ambush me while I was on a day off. So you must have access to at least level 3 clearance to see my schedule. But maybe you were just lucky, because this?" She waved one bound hand as much as she could, vaguely around her cell, "This is just bad. Like, once I've recovered, and I will recover, I'll be able to quake this little holding cell apart. And in the precious time you've got with me, you're not even really trying to interrogate me."

Beneath the mask, the man blushed. The agent did have something of a point, the Boss didn't have the most professionalised operation. She didn't need to, she usually got whatever she wanted without the effort. She should have already broken this agent.

"So, yeah, that's what I want to tell you. Oh, wait, no! I'm getting a compulsion to completely betray my best friends for no reason!"

Ah! Finally, progress!

"Let's see... Yeah, the most vulnerable person is definitely Agent May. You'll want to send all your weakest fighters against her, since she's the weak link. Just have them attack her one at a time. Hmm, what else... I know, you should probably not worry about leaving any of your tech lying around - our research division is really bad so we'll never get anything out of reverse engineering it anyway."

Even through three layers of protection, the man's ears were being seared by her caustic sarcasm. "... So you aren't feeling at all loyal to the Boss?"

"Oh, man, if there's anything which earns my loyalty, it's jumping me with six guys while I'm getting groceries and locking me up in a smelly room while Mr. Gas-Mask asks me questions he knows I won't answer."

Smelly? "Wait, so, you don't think the scents in this room are literally the best thing you've ever inhaled?"

"What?"

"Oh no..." The gas-masked man took a few slow steps back before retreating from the holding cell.

"So, Mistr-"

"Boss." Came her curt interjection. The Boss was a tall woman, over 6 feet despite her Filipino descent, with a sharp nose and jaw contrasted by smiling eyes. Her curled hair ended in natural green highlights. An Inhuman, of course.

"Boss, I believe that the SHIELD agent might be immune to your pheromones." Without his mask, Number Two was a fairly attractive man. He had once been a retired colonel in the US army, turned Department of Defense contractor, before he'd spent two hours in a room filled with the Boss's breath.

She pursed her lips, sneering, "And why would you think that? Has anyone been able to hold on to their free will in the presence of my power?"

"Of course not, but they haven't been Inhuman like you. Your power... It might only work on humans."

The Boss paced around the room for a few moments. At one point the pen she had been holding dropped to the floor, snapped in two.

Number Two waited. He was, at a deep psychological level, incapable of interrupting her train of thought.

"Alright, I suppose it's possible that my pheromones can only affect humans who don't have the gift," she sighed, he nodded along, "So we'll just need to keep this one locked up and capture another high-level SHIELD agent. We shouldn't get the married ones, so..."

"Well, we do have the schedule for an Agent Piper, who isn't enhanced in any way. But-"

"Perfect, then you just need to decide when to ambush this 'Piper' and then I'll make her my obedient servant. Dismi-"

It took a literally painful amount of willpower for him to interrupt the Boss, but there was no choice. "Boss, I don't think we can hold this Johnson woman until then."

"Why not? I had the best contractors in the industry build that holding cell." Pro-bono, of course.

"Could it withstand a magnitude 9 earthquake? Because she can do that."

The Boss scoffed, "If she could destroy our base that easily, she'd have done so already."

"There must be some kind of drawback to her powers, but she seemed confident once her injuries had healed that she could take us down."

The Boss leaned against her desk, fixing him with a withering (but somehow intensely beautiful stare). She waited for him to continue.

"S-so, I think we'll need to keep roughing her up. Even locked up, she'll probably fight back. We'll lose people, but it'll be worth it to infiltrate SHIELD eventually. I can apprehend the other Agent myself if needs be."

The Boss smirked. "So, your preferred option is the one where you get Agent Piper all to yourself?"

He blushed, "I-I mean, I'll share her with you, Boss! And, I honestly don't know if we have any other option."

She laughed, "I know, you're right. I was just teasing you," as she spoke, she started to enter a combination on the safe below her desk, "Right now, we have no other option."

A smile forced its way onto his face. Euphoria at helpfully advising his Boss filled him in an upwelling of pride. For a few moments, he was completely unable to think anything except a broad feeling of bliss.

But then he finished working out the subtext in what the Boss had just said.

He let out a startled yelp. "B-Boss! You said we should never use that!"

She looked down at the misshapen chunk of white rock she had withdrawn from the safe. "What I said was that using this recklessly had doomed HYDRA. We could easily run into the same trap - alerting SHIELD to our presence and possibly causing an even worse present for ourselves via the Butterfly Effect."

"Well, yes, exactly. So I don't understand why you're playing with the Monolith fragment now?"

"Because I've read the file you prepared on Agent Johnson. She was recruited before Terrigenesis, but well into adulthood."

"-So she wasn't in the Academy at a time when she'd be vulnerable?"

"Exactly. Before she fights her way out, do the usual blindfold and drop her off in a field somewhere."

Number Two nodded. "When can I expect you back, Boss?"

"You know, I'm not sure, maybe even in a few seconds." She laughed as she dropped the rock to the floor. On contact, it exploded into a sloshing mass of white liquid. The Boss sank into it, disappearing below the floor and travelling an extradimensional trajectory.

Number Two turned, leaving to gather enough men to knock out Agent Johnson for long enough to take her for a long helicopter ride.

Eleven years ago

The underground activist Skye slammed the door of her jeep-cum-mobile home behind her. Her brown hair was a tangled mess, her eyes had massive bags under them. No makeup, of course. She was in a rush.

A massive lead had come in through the dark web. Someone had gotten hold of the Snowden documents. They hadn't even been leaked yet, barely anyone knew about them.

So even though she was rushing into an abandoned warehouse in a neighbourhood of California being slowly colonised by Silicon Valley, she knew it was credible. She had to make meatspace contact.

As she put most of her body weight into yanking open a big metal door, the first thing which struck her was how stinky the air inside was. There was an overpowering wave of something kind of like musk, immediately forcing its way into her nostrils.

"Is this mould or something?" Skye muttered to herself.

She immediately regretted opening her mouth to speak. Even leaving that much of an opening seemed to allow whatever was in the air here to fuse to her tongue.

"Urgh," she gagged before shouting out into the darkness of the warehouse, "Hey, erm, 'The_Last_Head', you really need to get an air freshener in here!"

The throat action required to shout through the hazy air forced her to swallow another big gulp. The taste was still off in a big way. But it wasn't in a bad way. It had the same quality as men's perfume, way too earthy, but not nasty.

As she wandered further into the darkness, Skye took a few more deep sniffs, letting the concoction work its way around her nose.

"Yeah, no, I can get used to this, actually. It's overpowering, but it's alright..." She continued murmuring to herself.

She took in another deep breath. She stood motionless, wondering.

"No, still can't figure out what it is," she observed to nobody at all.

She was getting distracted from... something. The smell was so overpowering, she needed to work it out. If she figured out what the smell was she could ignore it and get back to...

She could get back to...

Skye was definitely there for a reason. But right now the only reason in her head was the beautiful scent that she just wanted to keep smelling.

She was wandering aimlessly in the dark, guided only by the strengthening of the scent, navigating only by taking more, and deeper, breaths.

There was a voice in the shadows, as sweet as the scent.

"You know, I actually came here six months ago. It took me that long to realise you don't even know you're called Daisy yet."

The voice was talking nonsense, but Skye fixated on it. She could feel her ears tingling with the sweetness of it. Somehow, the sound had the same texture as the air. She felt like she was developing synaesthesia just by listening to the woman in the darkness.

"But, in any case... Hello, Skye, I'm your contact. I've been waiting for you."

Contact?

Skye didn't wear glasses, she didn't need contacts...

Oh. A thought pushed itself through the musky haze in her mind. Skye wasn't a perfume connoisseur, she was a hacker, and she was here for information.

That made this woman important.

"Oh, err, hi! Sorry about what I said about the air freshener, I actually really, really like this place," Skye stumbled over her words, rambling a few nonsense syllables before she found a way to express how she felt, "I think it's incredibly important that you work with me on this."

"Of course, I'd love to have you as part of my organisation." There was a sharpness in the voice, like it was stabbing into her eardrums. Like it was burrowing its way into her head.

"Erm, sorry, I'm a bit of a lone wolf... But I'd be very happy to work with you on this." And to work in here, where I can keep breathing in the scent.

And listening to her voice. And letting it break in.

"... Break in to my mind..." Skye mumbled.

The air shifted. The woman moved closer. Skye blushed, looking around as though the hazy air held some answer to her embarrassment.

"Erm, I don't know why I just said that."

"I do." A hand touched Skye's face. Tanned and powerful. It made her feel slightly aroused and very safe.

"I was just... I don't know..."

"You were falling under my spell. The air here is full of a pheromone I produce. It makes the human mind change to become subservient to me."

It made no sense.

But it made complete sense.

It was beautiful, overpowering, and perfect.

"I want you to say it aloud, Skye," the woman continued, her sweet voice completely smashing through any walls in Skye's mind, "When you say it, it will become true."

The thought had already formed in her head. In the same way that the woman's voice, and her pheromones' scent was the same texture, her mind had adopted the exact same feeling.

Bliss, distraction, a strange sensual undertone...

"I am under your control. I belong to you. My body is a doll for you to use. My mind is reprogrammed for your command. I am your slave. You are my Mistress." Skye's voice became fast, breathless.

She moaned as her breath drew itself out of her body in a long tone of pleasure.

Mistress kissed her, pushing an even more powerful scent into her mouth and into her soul.

Skye went limp in her hands.

Skye was a doll, a slave, completely submissive. Completely under control.

And then Skye slept, and forgot.

Three Weeks Later (or Eleven Years and Three Weeks Later)

Agent Daisy Johnson donned a flak jacket. She glanced at her special gauntlets, and left them in the armoury. This mission didn't need Quake powers, it just needed a normal agent on the ground.

Director Mack had given her an easy assignment for her first time back after her forced leave. She didn't really like it. Daisy had thought once Coulson was gone, Directors would stop treating her like a daughter.

Maybe it wasn't Mack's paternal instinct. Maybe it was just him recognising that Daisy was SHEILD's most powerful asset, and that she needed a bit of coddling. Maybe it was even true.

"Urgh, whatever. Time to go fight the bad guys." Daisy slapped her own cheeks and prepared herself to head out.

Then her phone rang.

An unknown number. But it was getting through the billions of firewalls Fitz's successors had put on the SHIELD software.

"Daniel, have you finally managed to find a modern phone? How romantic, calling me before my first mission!" Daisy giggled into the phone. She wasn't even teasing him, something about the man-out-of-time really did make her feel... cute, and vulnerable.

It wasn't Agent Daniel Souza's voice that replied, though. "Who's Daniel? I thought I was the only one that mattered to you?"

It was a woman's voice. Accented, though she couldn't tell what accent. Cloying in a way she could barely describe. It was like her ears were being tickled by a summer wind just to hear it.

"After all... You belong to me. You are under my control."

Daisy froze.

"Your body is a doll for me to use. Your mind is reprogrammed for my command."

The words echoed through Daisy's ears and through her brain.

"You are my slave. I am your Mistress."

Something slowly snapped into place in Daisy's mind. Like a rusty lever being pulled, it happened strenuously, but once it had moved into place the gears started to turn inexorably.

She remembered a scent.

She remembered the feeling of words stabbing their way through her defences.

She remembered a feeling of complete distraction.

She remembered a voice. She remembered submission.

Years ago, before SHIELD, her Mistress had found her.

Back when she was Skye. Back when she was a normal human. She had pledged herself to complete obedience.

So much had changed since then. Daisy had met her parents, she had gained her Quake powers, she had travelled through space and time.

It didn't matter.

At the very core of her mind was a simple truth.

"I am under your control. I belong to you. My body is a doll for you to use. My mind is reprogrammed for your command. I am your slave. You are my Mistress."

"Good girl. Come to me. Serve me."

"Yes, Mistress." Daisy's voice was at once monotone and deeply husky. She was aroused, but mindless. She was an obedient doll.

Agent Johnson returned to SHIELD HQ with a cocktail of amazing aftertastes in her mouth. She stared straight forward with a rigidly ingrained purpose. Mistress had waited so long, and now she had a superhuman under her control.

No more time would be wasted. SHIELD would fall.

Waves of power shook the air between her and the door, causing even the high-tech reinforced furniture of SHIELD to snap and blow away. Agent Melinda May turned, halfway into fighting stance before she relaxed.

"Daisy, you do remember how to knock, right?"

Daisy simply motioned her head towards the floor. "Element of surprise was important," she observed in a neutral tone. At her feet, the container of pheromones fizzed as it released its perfume into the room.

May didn't need any more time to register the threat. That's why she was the first target - she was too perceptive to allow more than one brainwashed sleeper agent under her watch.

The senior agent moved at a speed which would be impressive on a young field agent and was frankly ludicrous given her age.

Skye would have been doomed. In seconds she'd have been in a chokehold or passed out on the floor, and May would have a cleanup crew in seconds.

But Skye wasn't the slave anymore. Quake was.

Daisy outstretched her hands, pouring out her power into a pair of endless vibrating waves. May was trapped in place, straining just to not be thrown into the wall. Pheromones were picked up in the air waves, and blown directly into May's nose and through the small gap between her clenched lips.

May softened. After a few minutes, the strength left her. She stood still, dazed, arms at her sides.

"You feel it, don't you, May?" Daisy crooned, "The power flowing into your mind. The loss of control. The creeping feeling of pleasure and submission."

"What... have... you... done?" May struggled out.

"I'm putting you under control. I am making your body a doll for my Mistress to use. I'm reprogramming your mind for her command. You will be her slave."

Slowly, May nodded. Her lips curled into a smile. "Understood," she said, taciturn as always.

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So, Most-Wanted8 wanted to see some Chloe Bennett hypno and since I haven't felt like writing floof into anything for a while, I supposed I should humour her. In a completely separate conversation, irontale96 suggested that there should be time travel mind control stuff.

So I put them together in one Agents of SHIELD-flavoured package. Because Agents of SHIELD >> most current MCU content tbh.

Proofreading credit to The Cavalry, Dormiria