Daisy understood her own position clearly. If Thor needed help, she would lend a hand for Asgard's sake. If he did not need anything, then forget it.
The next few days proved that point. Thor himself was not worried, so Daisy was even less inclined to concern herself.
Day or night, Thor was always with Jane Foster, occasionally doing a few things that were good for both physical and mental health. His spirits improved by the day, to the point that Daisy no longer knew why this guy had come to Earth in the first place.
As Uncle Ben recovered from his gunshot wound, a new superhero appeared on the streets of New York: Spider-Man.
Of course, Spider-Man was still a rookie hero at the moment. He wore a combat suit he had sewn himself, swung through the streets of New York on web lines, acted recklessly, and had little sense of method. The label "rookie" would probably follow him for quite a long time.
While accompanying Wanda to film her program, Daisy finally encountered the chatterbox little Spider-Man. He was fairly normal most of the time, but being a superhero made him too nervous. Once he got nervous, he could not control his mouth and would start blurting out all kinds of nonsense.
Wanda specifically interviewed him once. Spider-Man had no idea Daisy had already seen through his true identity. He rattled off a huge pile of nonsense at the camera and officially began promoting the name Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man.
"Something about this person's build looks familiar?" Wanda had already overcome most of her awkwardness when speaking with strangers. Watching Spider-Man disappear into the distance, she scratched her cheek adorably in confusion.
Wanda's livestream was now extremely famous. With Daisy backing her, she had no idea what fear meant and possessed very little sense of danger. Unfortunately, the streets of New York were anything but peaceful, so an ordinary streamer somehow ended up operating like a war correspondent.
For example, she had livestreamed the Punisher fighting the Irish Mob from close range. The scene looked like something from a movie, and the footage was spectacular. Bullets flew everywhere, blood covered the ground, and bits of brain splattered in every direction. Miss Wanda's livestream provided the police with a huge number of clues and forced the Punisher to stay hidden for more than half a month.
Outside the livestreams, Wanda was still thinking about tactile paving and barrier-free accessibility.
Daisy was very busy. Spending some of her free time accompanying Wanda on livestreams was already her limit; normally she still had to go to work. Wanda could only study these issues by herself.
After Daisy firmly refused to let her use magic, Wanda redirected her energy toward helping people with disabilities through systems and society. She had never attended school, but she had taught herself a great deal of modern knowledge. With Danger assisting her, she could find whatever information she wanted. After several sleepless days of work, she organized everything into a report and finally placed it in front of Daisy, hoping Daisy would look it over—or rather, give her some suggestions.
Daisy flipped directly to the last page. The specific dollar figure there made her dizzy. She was poor, all right? This kind of disability-support project was completely charitable and had absolutely no possibility of turning a profit.
Professor X, Stick, Daredevil—did people like them really need Daisy to save them? They were disabled but determined, and their lives were going perfectly well.
Still, after seeing Wanda's pitiful expression and the result of several nights of hard work, Daisy could not bring herself to refuse.
She could only help Wanda contact the famously generous big spender Stark.
Stark was still troubled by anxiety. Once he understood what the money was for, he decided it was no major issue and immediately allocated an initial sum in the names of the Department of Damage Control and the City Reconstruction Committee.
They would complete part of the work first, evaluate the results, and then release the remaining funds.
Wanda's morale soared. She contacted construction companies and began building barrier-free accessibility infrastructure in Manhattan.
Between fearless livestreaming and enthusiastic public-service work, Miss Wanda became more and more famous. Thanks to Daisy's connections, she also interviewed Iron Man and Thor, who occasionally put on his God of Thunder gear to go fight monsters. Without even realizing it herself, Wanda became a rapidly rising star in the news world.
Just when the tree wants peace, the wind refuses to stop. Daisy wanted to coast along and stay out of trouble, but sometimes trouble came straight to her, leaving nowhere to hide.
Lorna was attacked on her way home from school. The attackers were fully armed: three vehicles and more than ten people dressed in black, wearing body armor and tactical helmets and carrying rifles. They appeared to be trying to kidnap her.
Unfortunately for them, they did not know about Lorna's powers. Under her magnetic control, twice as many attackers still would have been helpless.
Just as Lorna was about to capture several of them and interrogate them for information, all twelve people in black killed themselves.
Daisy looked at the bodies scattered across the ground and became furious. Who was trying to attack her family? Judging by how fully equipped they were, they clearly knew who she was and were not afraid of her retaliation afterward.
As if that were not enough, the White Queen, Emma Frost, asked her for help with another matter.
Her "daughters" had disappeared—quintuplets, five girls who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old.
The military had once used the White Queen's egg cells to create clones, producing five of them at once. The five girls shared an indescribable telepathic link with her. Now all five had suddenly vanished from their home in Boston, leaving the White Queen no choice but to ask Daisy to find them.
"A lot of people know they exist. Their existence isn't a secret. Someone is declaring war on me!" the White Queen said furiously through clenched teeth.
Daisy told her to calm down. Something was very wrong. The targets were mutants. That Daisy's own Lorna was a mutant was a semi-public secret that senior officials already tacitly accepted. Who exactly was planning all these moves behind the scenes? Had this person gone insane?
It had been two hours since Lorna was attacked and three hours since the White Queen's "daughters" disappeared.
The son of Warren Worthington II, who lived in the same wealthy Long Island neighborhood, had also disappeared. The older man was chairman of Worthington Industries and was worth more than ten billion dollars. His missing son was his sole heir. Daisy had met the young man before; he was very mild-mannered. If she was not mistaken, that young man would one day become the X-Men mutant codenamed Angel.
Over the next two hours, several other wealthy people and high-ranking officials suspected of having mutant children were attacked as well.
There were Democrats, Republicans, and independents among them. Ignoring political factions and targeting only mutants was almost unbelievable.
When it came to attacking mutants, Daisy could think of only William Stryker and the Weapon X Program.
She simply could not figure out what kind of trump card Stryker possessed that would make him ignore the rules of the game, step on everyone he encountered, and provoke trouble everywhere.
Daisy went through every clue in her mind, then rose and headed for the Science Division. She believed the only thing that could give Stryker that kind of confidence was Chitauri weaponry—or perhaps their corpses.
"Simmons, what have we learned from the Chitauri cerebrospinal fluid?" she asked the female researcher who had already been promoted to deputy head of the Science Division.
In the original timeline, Jemma Simmons would already have boarded a plane with Phil Coulson, roaming around fighting monsters and busily turning S.H.I.E.L.D. into a small field team. Here, she was still working in the Science Division. She had never liked running around on dangerous adventures and was perfectly satisfied with her current life.