( absolutely no way in hell is daisy going to let her just sprint off into the sunset after dropping a bomb like that. no, energy signature be damned, daisy guns for it, cursing her habitual failure to actually take may up on her couch to 5k on steroids running program. her calves are practically on fire... but she does manage to reach the other girl. eventually. they might be the same height, but daisy's got her boots. her incredibly unsuited for running boots. fuck these boots. )
Seriously, what the fuck? ( she's breaking, like, every protocol known to man, but daisy's curiosity cannot be ignored. ) Don't make me drop you, okay!
[Well, it's funny you should say that Daisy, because standing there, in all her anachronistic glory, is Amelia Earhart.
Yes that Amelia Earhart.
Dressed up and ready to fly, she's standing between Sara and Mick with her hands on her hips, before raising her eyebrows at Daisy, clearly confused. "How can she drop you if she's not holding you?"
"That's not the kind of drop she means," Mick supplies helpfully before drawing his heat gun, and Zari immediately throws herself between her hacker hero and her less than stable teammate.]
You are not setting Daisy Johnson on fire.
["And here I thought you were going to be he fun one."]
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Nice meeting you! Gottagobye.
[And she flees. Quickly.]
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( absolutely no way in hell is daisy going to let her just sprint off into the sunset after dropping a bomb like that. no, energy signature be damned, daisy guns for it, cursing her habitual failure to actually take may up on her couch to 5k on steroids running program. her calves are practically on fire... but she does manage to reach the other girl. eventually. they might be the same height, but daisy's got her boots. her incredibly unsuited for running boots. fuck these boots. )
Seriously, what the fuck? ( she's breaking, like, every protocol known to man, but daisy's curiosity cannot be ignored. ) Don't make me drop you, okay!
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Yes that Amelia Earhart.
Dressed up and ready to fly, she's standing between Sara and Mick with her hands on her hips, before raising her eyebrows at Daisy, clearly confused. "How can she drop you if she's not holding you?"
"That's not the kind of drop she means," Mick supplies helpfully before drawing his heat gun, and Zari immediately throws herself between her hacker hero and her less than stable teammate.]
You are not setting Daisy Johnson on fire.
["And here I thought you were going to be he fun one."]