( it's late afternoon. rush hour won't come for a few hours yet, but the wheels of two-ton semi-trucks scream down the street all the same. they move on auto-pilot, the drivers behind the steerage idle and uninterested as the crisp voices of gps navigations instruct on turns and lane changes. as the nearest one comes a hair too close, daisy ducks; a carefully executed barrel roll spares her life at the last second. she probably shouldn't have been trying to jaywalk across the expressway... but hey, as the crow flies, right?
when she rights herself, there's an audience. a girl with a jawline that could probably cut a bitch stops short on the sidewalk, flanked by another whose high ponytail and strong shoulders remind her of bobbi and a sole man who looks more like the white bread equivalent of the incredible hulk mid-transition than anyone who ought to be out on the streets right now. they're staring, though, and daisy can't help but feel a bit sheepish, a hand coming up to brush through the hair at the nape of her neck as her weight shifts from side to side. )
Uh. ( so eloquent. someone give the girl an oscar. ) What's up?
( she'd stay and chat, she would, but the incessant beeping in her ear that signals incoming chatter reminds daisy that she really, really needs to get a move on. there's an energy signature six blocks west that requires investigation, and her standard-issue boots happen to be the closest ones. stopping to play twenty questions probably isn't a good alternative. )
Actually, rain check. Tomorrow, same time, same place?
[The words come out of Zari's mouth like some kind of star struck kid and it's enough to get Sara and Mick to turn on her in confusion. Zari doesn't get excited about much all that often but Daisy Johnson hacker, meta and freedom fighter had kind of been Zari's hero as a kid.
Which is probably not something she should say to actual Daisy Johnson. And they had an anachronism to get to.]
Uh. ( people calling her by her name wasn't usually a good thing. at least it wasn't when the people in question were probably not with shield. zari will have to forgive daisy's puzzled expression as she looks down at her own shirt, as if looking for a non-existent name tag that might have given her away. ) I... am, yeah.
( at least this girl's not calling her quake, destroyer of worlds. small miracles, right? )
What way are you going, again? Because I'm not going to the — ( vague looks around to find a cover story. oh, good; the lightpost feature banners for the local sportsball team. ) — the game, I couldn't get tickets.
["We need to get moving. Let's walk and talk," Mick growls, before he and Sara start to charge ahead in the direction of the anachronism, which, odds are, is probably the same place Daisy was going.
This also leaves Zari standing with Daisy to continue to have her celebrity moment. Great. Thanks friends.]
Um. I'm a really big fan of the work you did with the Rising Tide.
( of all the things this girl could say, that's not the one she was expecting. especially because nobody — nobody — has ever associated rising tide with daisy johnson. it's always been skye. that was just a part of her life, the chapter that felt like eons ago; it was behind her now. she was an agent, a capable one, not just a hacktivist trying aimlessly to blunt force trauma her way into social change.
but, still, the name earns recognition. daisy stops short, brow furrowed without pretense or any attempt to hide it. ) You know about — wait a second. ( because this? this could totally be a set-up. a shitty, weird, super bizarre one. but still, a trap. general ackbar and all. )
( 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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when she rights herself, there's an audience. a girl with a jawline that could probably cut a bitch stops short on the sidewalk, flanked by another whose high ponytail and strong shoulders remind her of bobbi and a sole man who looks more like the white bread equivalent of the incredible hulk mid-transition than anyone who ought to be out on the streets right now. they're staring, though, and daisy can't help but feel a bit sheepish, a hand coming up to brush through the hair at the nape of her neck as her weight shifts from side to side. )
Uh. ( so eloquent. someone give the girl an oscar. ) What's up?
( she'd stay and chat, she would, but the incessant beeping in her ear that signals incoming chatter reminds daisy that she really, really needs to get a move on. there's an energy signature six blocks west that requires investigation, and her standard-issue boots happen to be the closest ones. stopping to play twenty questions probably isn't a good alternative. )
Actually, rain check. Tomorrow, same time, same place?
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[The words come out of Zari's mouth like some kind of star struck kid and it's enough to get Sara and Mick to turn on her in confusion. Zari doesn't get excited about much all that often but Daisy Johnson hacker, meta and freedom fighter had kind of been Zari's hero as a kid.
Which is probably not something she should say to actual Daisy Johnson. And they had an anachronism to get to.]
So I think we're actually going the same way.
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( at least this girl's not calling her quake, destroyer of worlds. small miracles, right? )
What way are you going, again? Because I'm not going to the — ( vague looks around to find a cover story. oh, good; the lightpost feature banners for the local sportsball team. ) — the game, I couldn't get tickets.
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This also leaves Zari standing with Daisy to continue to have her celebrity moment. Great. Thanks friends.]
Um. I'm a really big fan of the work you did with the Rising Tide.
[How's that for a blast from the past?]
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but, still, the name earns recognition. daisy stops short, brow furrowed without pretense or any attempt to hide it. ) You know about — wait a second. ( because this? this could totally be a set-up. a shitty, weird, super bizarre one. but still, a trap. general ackbar and all. )
What the hell is going on here?
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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."]