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Hello.
I mean hi. It's Fitz from the, y'know.
[ oh god that's — that's just a silly way to start, isn't it. ]
I hope you're well.
[ wow, that's also a profoundly stupid thing to say. nice. ]
Someone else from our approximate point in spacetime has appeared.
[ since they're not 100% sure they're same-universe homies. whatever. he sort of cocked up their second impression, so being open and sharing the information seems... wise, even if his communication skills have gone to pot in the past year. ]
I mean hi. It's Fitz from the, y'know.
[ oh god that's — that's just a silly way to start, isn't it. ]
I hope you're well.
[ wow, that's also a profoundly stupid thing to say. nice. ]
Someone else from our approximate point in spacetime has appeared.
[ since they're not 100% sure they're same-universe homies. whatever. he sort of cocked up their second impression, so being open and sharing the information seems... wise, even if his communication skills have gone to pot in the past year. ]
Dr Strange. We need you. Hawkeye and I. Loki's hurt and infected with whatever-this-is.
I need help treating burns.
Don't be mad.
Don't be mad.
[When Stephen arrives at the safehouse, Markus is already there; his ingrained dislike for possessing idle hands seemingly spiked by the everything of Gaby’s post, the android finds himself busying himself with useful tasks until the other shows. Some inclinations, inherent in someone built to be a caretaker, are apparently indelible — he moves from cot to cot, straightening sheets, tucking in corners, making sure pillows are snug in their rather threadbare pillowcases. He’s picking up one by its corners when he obliquely sees Stephen approach in his periphery.
Tired, mismatched eyes land on the other, but he offers raising brows and a nod of acknowledgment, paired with an amicable look — easy enough to do, an android’s default.]
Keeping myself busy while I wait, since there’s nothing else to do around here.
[Doesn’t mean he still can’t be wry. Because sure, it’s not like they don’t have a million things on their plates; how many of them can they spin at once?
Him and Stephen are about to find out sooner rather than later, he’s sure.]
Tired, mismatched eyes land on the other, but he offers raising brows and a nod of acknowledgment, paired with an amicable look — easy enough to do, an android’s default.]
Keeping myself busy while I wait, since there’s nothing else to do around here.
[Doesn’t mean he still can’t be wry. Because sure, it’s not like they don’t have a million things on their plates; how many of them can they spin at once?
Him and Stephen are about to find out sooner rather than later, he’s sure.]
buy you a drink?
[ let's chat, stephen!! ]
[ let's chat, stephen!! ]
i need your help.
[ short, sweet, to the point. daisy's equivalent of an sos. there's a pin on the map marking her location, a notation attached indicating she's bringing another displaced and two children with her. another marker indicates a felled soldier -- one alone, on patrol. she doesn't know if una will come back for the body or not, but she wasn't in any position to try and move it herself. ]
we're heading your way
[ short, sweet, to the point. daisy's equivalent of an sos. there's a pin on the map marking her location, a notation attached indicating she's bringing another displaced and two children with her. another marker indicates a felled soldier -- one alone, on patrol. she doesn't know if una will come back for the body or not, but she wasn't in any position to try and move it herself. ]
we're heading your way
[ the flag identifying ishani patil's flat and fitz's strike team intervention flickers green, indicating their successful rescue.
fitz messages within half an hour and sends a pin of his current safehouse. ]
Patil's secure. All stable on our side.
[ but RIP for some UNA fuckers. ]
Where do you need me?
fitz messages within half an hour and sends a pin of his current safehouse. ]
Patil's secure. All stable on our side.
[ but RIP for some UNA fuckers. ]
Where do you need me?
[ hello this is an mid-morning call or voicemail. ]
[ immediately, so fast it's nearly cut off. ] She's missing. [ his voice cracks. god, he should have known when she didn't check in, but he's been so — caught up in his head, like always. so bloody thick. ] Katelin and I've been looking for her, but. [ rushed, not at all like his usual practised control. ] And I, uh, I contacted the bloke she's been seeing, checked in at Vyonation, and called her in sick, scoured the network, pinged her implant. [ a sharp breath. ] The location is still at our flat, flickering, but I don't understand how, when she's not here. She — she ran away in July, but that was because — I was really quite. Horrible. [ wheezes anyway!! ] I don't think she would — nothing happened this time.
[ finally, a beat. ]
Has she answered you at all?
[ immediately, so fast it's nearly cut off. ] She's missing. [ his voice cracks. god, he should have known when she didn't check in, but he's been so — caught up in his head, like always. so bloody thick. ] Katelin and I've been looking for her, but. [ rushed, not at all like his usual practised control. ] And I, uh, I contacted the bloke she's been seeing, checked in at Vyonation, and called her in sick, scoured the network, pinged her implant. [ a sharp breath. ] The location is still at our flat, flickering, but I don't understand how, when she's not here. She — she ran away in July, but that was because — I was really quite. Horrible. [ wheezes anyway!! ] I don't think she would — nothing happened this time.
[ finally, a beat. ]
Has she answered you at all?
[This text comes heinously early in the morning; especially for someone more than likely dealing with a hangover, feeling as if nails have been hammered into his eyes.]
Setphn
[Oh god. This awful human body, why.]
Stephen, check your Cooltalk account
Setphn
[Oh god. This awful human body, why.]
Stephen, check your Cooltalk account
we haven't had a chance to meet, but i'm sure you know of me.
so i'll keep the introduction short. i prefer to be called dick, if you don't mind.
stephen, is it?
[He's not one for small talk when it's serious, so this is as much of a benign comment as your getting, before he gets into the heart of the matter]
so i'll keep the introduction short. i prefer to be called dick, if you don't mind.
stephen, is it?
[He's not one for small talk when it's serious, so this is as much of a benign comment as your getting, before he gets into the heart of the matter]
Hafid needs your help.
I'm sending you a location.
I'm sending you a location.

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