it's deep in their bones, they'll run into smoke when the fire is fierce (♫)
Why is it always aliens? There have been a few times when it wasn't aliens, but things always inevitably looped back around to them. Thinking about aliens and everything involved with them has become an almost daily part of Daisy Johnson's life thanks to her career as an agent of SHIELD — not to mention the fact that she's part alien herself.
The thing is, they're not the only ones dealing with the problem anymore. There are a lot of entities on the board now, and if they're not careful, sooner or later they're going to step on each other's toes and people are going to end up dead. SHIELD has been too preoccupied with its own alien threats to help with the others that have recently sprung up around the world, which makes it all the more important to make connections and allies.
Which led her to searching out Batman, whose codename is even more ridiculous than her own. The problem has been finding the mystery man, resulting in her breaking out her old hacking skills for what feels like the first time in ages. He's good, whoever he is, covering his tracks and hiding his signature like the best of them. She's better than the best, though, and with the full array of SHIELD tech at her disposal, she's finally managed to track him down. Digitally, anyway. There's still no certainty behind the man's identity — though she does have a few theories that have corresponded to a handful of bets with her teammates.
Former teammates. That's still something she's getting used to. They'd traveled through time, crossed universes, and saved the world. Again. And then they'd gone their separate ways. She's been offered a spot on the upcoming Zephyr-3 exploration crew, even leadership of that crew if she wants it, but she just... needs time to think.
That's how she's ended up in Gotham City, nursing a cup of coffee on a rooftop with a view of the river in the late night hours. It had seemed like a good idea to meet him on his home turf, though the message she'd shoved through his network hadn't exactly given him a way to decline. Could be she'll stand out here for a few hours, huddling in her leather jacket against the chill in the air, and he'll never show. Or maybe he'll suddenly appear in full bat-gear and try to start a fight. (She's wearing a subtle pair of gauntlets just in case, their appearance more like wrist braces than actual fighting gear.) Or maybe he'll take the olive branch she'd offered of her own identity and reveal himself as the man behind the mask.
free to go back on my own, but is it still a home when you're all alone (♫)
Daisy really misses easy access to the Internet. And smart phones. And Postmates. She misses being in her own time. She misses her team. She misses being in a world where she isn't a freak among freaks, the only one of her kind in existence. But here she is, truly alone for the first time in years.
She can't say she's missed that very much.
This whole alien monolith thing is really getting old. Seriously universe, just find a new schtick already. Surely, there have to be other more creative ways to mess with her, but no, it's just the same old thing over and over and over again. But instead of being sent across space or through time, or even just having her nightmares made into reality, Daisy Johnson has been sent to an alternate universe.
It took her a while to accept it. Being in another time was bad enough, but after days of searching for signs of SHIELD, every effort led to the same conclusion: she's on her own here. And while she has absolutely no doubt that her family won't leave her in this universe that isn't hers, where she's a genetic freak of epic proportions who a dozen governments would love to lock up in a lab, she can't just sit around waiting for that to happen. If there's something she can do to get back to them sooner, they'll all be better for it.
That was a year ago. For an entire year, she's been in this world, searching out any unusual event or artifact that might be the clue she needs. It seems so much longer sometimes, when there are days with no possible way of avoiding just how alone she is. How lonely. Constantly traveling to track down the latest lead that inevitably fails to pan out, she hasn't given herself the chance to make friends or any other kind of emotional tie and it's finally starting to truly wear at her.
When she isn't trying to find her way back to her team, she stays busy by donning her Quake persona again. The benefit of traveling so much is that so far no one's been able to pin her down, though this world doesn't seem too interested in outing its superheroes — they're all masked and secretive here, which is just fine by her. Gotham has proven to be more of the same; she's been here three weeks now and there's been more than enough crime to keep her occupied.
Of course, she's not the only one spending her nights trying to clean up the city streets. A run-in between her and its resident protector seems inevitable, and though she's not exactly eager for it, she doesn't dread it either. What's the worst that could happen?
Heading down a side street toward where she'd parked the van that serves as home, Daisy rubs a gauntlet-covered hand over her neck, trying to ease some of the tightness there. She'd gotten a beating that night while taking out a group of thugs and all she wants is an entire pot of coffee before starting a few hours of research — just like every other night in recent memory.
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