The answer, whispered by the seer who ruled this nightmare—a Kree tyrant named Kasius—was that it was Daisy. A massive, uncontrolled seismic pulse. The "Destroyer of Worlds."

That was the name that would haunt her. The name that made Fitz’s scientific mind race and made Simmons grip his arm so hard her knuckles turned white.

In a quiet, empty office back at the new, secret S.H.I.E.L.D. base, the team gathered one last time. Mack stood stoic, Yo-Yo weeping. Fitz and Simmons held each other, knowing the man who did monstrous things in the future was also the man who loved her enough to save her. And Daisy, her face a wreck of tears, held Coulson’s hand as he slipped away.

But Phil Coulson was dying on the floor of the Zephyr , the black scar reaching his heart. He had traded the last days of his life to break the loop. To give them a future.