[ Only a few inches away from sending Jane Doe off her merry way and he stops. You only hear whisperings of alien life either on TV or men in black quarantining an entire block. The media does a damn good downplaying all the actual cool stuff that goes on. And those men in suits? Well, let’s just say they’ve got enough Benjamins to keep any bribe at the door.
A world completely sealed off from House and the rest of the world.
He turns his head. ]
…Cool. [ A beat. ] See? Could’ve started with that.
[ A smile creeps at the corner of her lips as she shrugs, letting the ball fall back into her hand. She doesn't even fumble it. ] Could have.
[ This way seemed more fun, though. And given the usual state of her life, she'll take these fun moments whenever she can get them. It sure beats the stress of an impending apocalypse or supervillain in the making. ]
My name's Daisy. I'm with SHIELD, and I really am here with a job offer. [ She moves to return the ball to its rightful home, her smile growing. ] Sort of a side gig, for whenever you're not exceedingly busy with patients here.
[ Spoken with the confidence of a man who found their way into bougie Area 51. Now he’s singing a completely different tune. But he’s trained his minions for such an occasion. The time when mama bird has to escape the nest and have the team put their brains together into one messy superbrain.
Another beat. Her language just then… ]
You said part-alien. Implying there’s an entire group of humans with little alien bits in them.
[ That change in him gives her confidence too, so she doesn't hesitate to spill the secrets they've kept so closely guarded. He doesn't strike her as the type to use this information with ill will; she just has to hope her instincts are correct. The future of her entire species depends on it.
Leaning against his desk, she shrugs out of her jacket as she continues storytime, tossing it into one of the chairs meant for visitors. ]
Thousands of years ago, a species called the Kree descended upon planets to experiment on the natives in hopes of creating an army. Humans were the only ones to survive the process, and that alien gene has been passed down through the generations. It's dormant until activated by a chemical compound, at which point our entire genetic code is rewritten. Some Inhumans have physical changes, others receive unnatural abilities, but no two are alike.
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A world completely sealed off from House and the rest of the world.
He turns his head. ]
…Cool. [ A beat. ] See? Could’ve started with that.
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[ This way seemed more fun, though. And given the usual state of her life, she'll take these fun moments whenever she can get them. It sure beats the stress of an impending apocalypse or supervillain in the making. ]
My name's Daisy. I'm with SHIELD, and I really am here with a job offer. [ She moves to return the ball to its rightful home, her smile growing. ] Sort of a side gig, for whenever you're not exceedingly busy with patients here.
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[ Spoken with the confidence of a man who found their way into bougie Area 51. Now he’s singing a completely different tune. But he’s trained his minions for such an occasion. The time when mama bird has to escape the nest and have the team put their brains together into one messy superbrain.
Another beat. Her language just then… ]
You said part-alien. Implying there’s an entire group of humans with little alien bits in them.
[ Y’know, just so they’re on the same page. ]
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[ That change in him gives her confidence too, so she doesn't hesitate to spill the secrets they've kept so closely guarded. He doesn't strike her as the type to use this information with ill will; she just has to hope her instincts are correct. The future of her entire species depends on it.
Leaning against his desk, she shrugs out of her jacket as she continues storytime, tossing it into one of the chairs meant for visitors. ]
Thousands of years ago, a species called the Kree descended upon planets to experiment on the natives in hopes of creating an army. Humans were the only ones to survive the process, and that alien gene has been passed down through the generations. It's dormant until activated by a chemical compound, at which point our entire genetic code is rewritten. Some Inhumans have physical changes, others receive unnatural abilities, but no two are alike.