i put one foot in front of the other today, i stretched my arms out wide and it felt real strange (♫)
[ The world is different now. Even more so than in the days after the Battle of New York, everything feels like it's changed. Irreparably so in some cases. The governments of the world are struggling, forming coalitions and offices to deal with these changes, and all of it seems to be going pretty damn horribly.
One small benefit of the Earth being too caught up in its own problems, at least, is that no one seems to be paying much attention to what SHIELD is doing. They've been able to ramp up their recruitment, finding the best new faces to fill their own newly established offices and teams to deal with the threats that are still out there in the universe.
It's those efforts that give Daisy the idea that nags at her for weeks, especially as she looks more into the situation and becomes increasingly concerned at the possibilities. But when she talks to Mack about it, he supports her, giving her the official Director's stamp of approval.
Which is why she's sitting in a coffee shop in New York City, plenty of people around but not so many that it feels crowded. It's comfortable, the table tucked against the wall between two doors, two cups of steaming coffee waiting to be enjoyed. She just hopes she won't be drinking them both.
The invitation left in his mailbox had been clear. Handwritten in her slightly sloppy script and paperclipped to the top of a folder filled with files, she had an offer to make that would be best given in person. By way of introduction, she'd given him a copy of most of her SHIELD file, with some of the more interesting mission reports included. When she'd learned she was Inhuman, the battle with Hive, Aida and the Framework, traveling to the future and then back to change it... And there were scans of newspaper articles as well, all from her time as Quake when she'd been a vigilante and on the run.
It wasn't the normal way of asking someone out for coffee, but since when did normal play any part in their lives? ]
— nyc, post-fatws