[slides a text into her phone like it hasn't been 84 years or something. leave it to roberto to send a very casual open for what should probably be a emotionally heavy reunion.
and then to follow...]
are you responsible for the collection of hula girls on my dash?
[truthfully, he's pleased that that's not her response. he's no doubt that she's been up to a lot since he'd been away, but knowing or at least believing that she hasn't forgotten who he is feels good.]
and just who was in this group? cause while gabe's being unusually quiet, i don't think he was in on it.
figured you'd understand the whole needing to be a hero thing.
[he actually is sad he missed out on all you can eat tacos and margaritas for 20. is their place even still open? does she even still want to fight over who gets the last taco?]
you don't have many friends. let me guess: you. fitz. jemma.
may wouldn't because she's got better shit to do. and coulson and i have an understanding when it comes to cars.
[who do you think you're kidding, daisy? he knows she's not hanging out with canelo on sundays while he's grilling for his kids and the rest of the guys at the garage. maybe in some other universe they could've said that was true but not this one.
he shakes his head at the thought of mack or yoyo being involved in any such shenanigans. maybe yoyo but mack was like him — too many important things to take care of and not nearly enough time to do them and definitely too busy for pranks.]
you sure about that? he wasn't exactly always my number one fan. what's he up to anyway? figured he'd have paid me a visit when i grabbed the charger out of impound again.
[would they have even known how to handle that? magic eight ball says 'no'.]
so he's okay...
[lest daisy forget that he knew a hell of a lot more about what was going on with phil coulson on account of the rider. he hadn't been sure, phil would actually survive but if anyone could beat the odds...]
and he just what? skipped town to go sit on the beach?
[ quit his job, took his girl, and went to live his final days on the sun and surf? if anyone deserved a peaceful ending, it was coulson. she couldn't begrudge him that.
and, on some level, daisy's glad she didn't have to see the end. she wouldn't have to remember him in pain or afraid. just the strong, capable, brave man she'd grown to love like family. that was a memory she would hang on to. ]
it's a long story. are you hanging around for a while?
[there's a lot more to unpack here and robbie definitely wants to know just what 'a long story' means. it just so happens that he's got the time, for now at least, to listen if she feels inclined.]
as far as i'm aware. i don't exactly get a whole lot of warning about when it's time to open another portal and move the darkhold again.
but he's been pretty quiet. can't say i'm complaining.
update? oh so the touching my car was more than just ornaments.
thanks a lot. remember when my car was the only thing that worked because of that emp? i do.
[that said, he's already speeding along to the sound of mr t telling him to turn right followed by left. he still hasn't figured out how to work the whole hands free texting thing, so be glad he's at a stop light while he replies.]
it's working, but i kind of wish it wasn't. should be there in about twenty. you're right by a roach coach and if i know you well enough, you're probably surviving on energy drinks and cheese puffs.
don't get your pepper-printed boxers in a twist, reyes. we didn't touch the engine.
[ but she may or may not have given the charger a few drives up and down the landing strip for the lighthouse. just to keep the engine fresh … and maybe because she missed him a little, too. maybe. ]
energy drinks, doritos, and cheesecake factory potstickers, thank you very much. uber eats is ridiculously easy to hack.
i know you didn't touch the engine. but i'm wondering what other surprises i'll find.
[just the seat. he knows she's been been taking it for a spin. there's no one else with legs quite that short...]
oh. so you've got the whole food pyramid now. gabe would be proud.
[about both, if he's being honest but he isn't going to clarify. nope. instead he's ordering a couple steak burritos, some korean fusion bowl, and an order of chips and salsa before strolling down to whatever weird safe house she's got herself holed up in these days.]
where's your doorbell? i may not be uber eats, but i've got food.
you should be thanking me for the air freshener. when we found lucy, she smelled like burning rubber and mold.
[ when did daisy start referring to the car by its name? when did she start agreeing to call it a she? probably while he was gone and she had to think about him every time she looked at it. ]
you know motel rooms don't have doorbells, right? it's 403 left side on the corner
[ please give her enough time to at least put on a clean pair of shorts. ]
[he doesn't but the grumpy doth protest a lot. robbie hasn't missed that she keeps referring to the car by name. which is why he's grinning as he knocks on her door. why hello daisy. how you doin?]
[ whatever it is daisy thinks she's prepared for when she opens the door, robbie reyes standing there in a black tank-top and sweatpants looking like he'd just finished a terminator work out is not it. she splutters a bit, coughing, wide-eyed; a hand lifts to cover her mouth as she steps back, holding the door open for him and his food deliveries.
it's kind a mix between "i saw a ghost" and "my not-quite-ex-boyfriend is ripped now", and she's really not sure how to handle it. ]
[it's great, seeing miss secret agent look a little like her world's been unexpectedly tipped sideways and robbie just shakes his head to avoid cracking up. a wholly unnecessary flex of his muscles accompanies him stepping inside her hideout du jour.]
Hey. Wasn't sure what you'd want so I might've gone a little overboard. [he sets the bags on the only clear spot on the table by the door.]
I see you've been here long enough to make yourself at home. Need a hand cleaning any of it up?
[ she's not — staring. she's just observing, really. stunned into silence and the vague sensation that her face is doing something incredibly stupid while she can't actually fix it, yes, but she's not staring. her eyes are shifting back and forth, her mouth is still partially open, but she's not staring.
okay, maybe she's staring a little bit. maybe she manages to close her mouth, too, just in time to open it again with a clapback. ]
Apparently disappearing makes you hungry. [ she's doing great. ] I think — I mean, I'm good. On the clean up front.
[ oh god, she's doing horribly. she needs an extraction from this pronto. ]
Do you want to sit down or something?
[ there is not a good chair. there are two double beds and a small table and two chair combo in this small motel, and the chairs are both super low to the ground and super uncomfortable looking. ]
[an unsaid quip — something about catching flies — dies on the tip of his tongue as soon as she offers him the opportunity to sit down. his eyes flit between her and the too low chairs and the two beds. one still sleep rumpled and the other also a little sleep rumpled though less so. he wonders if that means that she's sharing the 400 square feet of space that this dingy room offers or if she's used them both; then he wonders why it's any of his business one way or the other.
clearing his throat after what seems like too long to pass off as casual silence he offers up a quiet reply.]
Maybe. [he points to the less rumpled of the two beds.] This okay?
[ it's the one closer to the door, and really only rumpled from daisy unloading her stuff onto it when she came back from outings or errands. no one's slept in it.
maybe she should sit down too, though. standing and staring at him while he sits on the other bed in her too small guest room just feels... weird.
after what feels like too long, she finally pipes back up again: ] It's been a while.
[ since she's seen him. since he stood her up. since they last played catch-up. they have to do it again, and so daisy does. she launches into what's happened on the last season over the last few months, between being shuttled to the future all the way to mack's instatement as director and her new (old) role as an agent.
how they were boots on the ground now, real and official, trying to figure out what that meant in the wake of everything that had happened. post-thanos, post-snap, post... everything.
when all the words get out, when she finally ends with where they'd left may and coulson (but not lola), daisy offers a tight, quiet smile. ]
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[slides a text into her phone like it hasn't been 84 years or something. leave it to roberto to send a very casual open for what should probably be a emotionally heavy reunion.
and then to follow...]
are you responsible for the collection of hula girls on my dash?
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[ yeah, that's what the caller id says. talk about a blast from the past. ]
i think it was more of a group effort, actually
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[truthfully, he's pleased that that's not her response. he's no doubt that she's been up to a lot since he'd been away, but knowing or at least believing that she hasn't forgotten who he is feels good.]
and just who was in this group? cause while gabe's being unusually quiet, i don't think he was in on it.
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[ for taco tuesday. ]
as far as the group goes, i'm sworn to secrecy
you'll never take them alive
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[he actually is sad he missed out on all you can eat tacos and margaritas for 20. is their place even still open? does she even still want to fight over who gets the last taco?]
you don't have many friends. let me guess: you. fitz. jemma.
may wouldn't because she's got better shit to do.
and coulson and i have an understanding when it comes to cars.
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[ yeah, the guy who thinks she's robbie's long lost high school sweetheart. totally best friends. ]
plus there's mack and yoyo. and the three interns we still have left
[ there's a considerable delay before her last text ]
i think coulson would have been happy to lure you back with hula girls.
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[who do you think you're kidding, daisy? he knows she's not hanging out with canelo on sundays while he's grilling for his kids and the rest of the guys at the garage. maybe in some other universe they could've said that was true but not this one.
he shakes his head at the thought of mack or yoyo being involved in any such shenanigans. maybe yoyo but mack was like him — too many important things to take care of and not nearly enough time to do them and definitely too busy for pranks.]
you sure about that? he wasn't exactly always my number one fan. what's he up to anyway? figured he'd have paid me a visit when i grabbed the charger out of impound again.
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he's in tahiti.
i heard it's a magical place.
[ she feels a twinge of guilt for lying to him. but maybe this is easier.
she's never used so much punctuation in her life, though. ]
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so he's okay...
[lest daisy forget that he knew a hell of a lot more about what was going on with phil coulson on account of the rider. he hadn't been sure, phil would actually survive but if anyone could beat the odds...]
and he just what? skipped town to go sit on the beach?
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[ quit his job, took his girl, and went to live his final days on the sun and surf? if anyone deserved a peaceful ending, it was coulson. she couldn't begrudge him that.
and, on some level, daisy's glad she didn't have to see the end. she wouldn't have to remember him in pain or afraid. just the strong, capable, brave man she'd grown to love like family. that was a memory she would hang on to. ]
it's a long story.
are you hanging around for a while?
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as far as i'm aware. i don't exactly get a whole lot of warning about when it's time to open another portal and move the darkhold again.
but he's been pretty quiet. can't say i'm complaining.
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[ she hates that part. goodbyes are hard enough when you plan for them. sudden ones feel like a part of her gets ripped out. ]
we gave lucy an update while you were gone.
let me know if the gps still works.
[ a pin to a motel where she's been doing some recon work should come up. ]
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thanks a lot. remember when my car was the only thing that worked because of that emp? i do.
[that said, he's already speeding along to the sound of mr t telling him to turn right followed by left. he still hasn't figured out how to work the whole hands free texting thing, so be glad he's at a stop light while he replies.]
it's working, but i kind of wish it wasn't.
should be there in about twenty. you're right by a roach coach and if i know you well enough, you're probably surviving on energy drinks and cheese puffs.
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[ but she may or may not have given the charger a few drives up and down the landing strip for the lighthouse. just to keep the engine fresh … and maybe because she missed him a little, too. maybe. ]
energy drinks, doritos, and cheesecake factory potstickers, thank you very much.
uber eats is ridiculously easy to hack.
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but i'm wondering what other surprises i'll find.
[just the seat. he knows she's been been taking it for a spin. there's no one else with legs quite that short...]
oh. so you've got the whole food pyramid now.
gabe would be proud.
[about both, if he's being honest but he isn't going to clarify. nope. instead he's ordering a couple steak burritos, some korean fusion bowl, and an order of chips and salsa before strolling down to whatever weird safe house she's got herself holed up in these days.]
where's your doorbell? i may not be uber eats, but i've got food.
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when we found lucy, she smelled like burning rubber and mold.
[ when did daisy start referring to the car by its name? when did she start agreeing to call it a she? probably while he was gone and she had to think about him every time she looked at it. ]
you know motel rooms don't have doorbells, right?
it's 403
left side on the corner
[ please give her enough time to at least put on a clean pair of shorts. ]
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i hate it
[he doesn't but the grumpy doth protest a lot. robbie hasn't missed that she keeps referring to the car by name. which is why he's grinning as he knocks on her door. why hello daisy. how you doin?]
Housekeeping...
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it's kind a mix between "i saw a ghost" and "my not-quite-ex-boyfriend is ripped now", and she's really not sure how to handle it. ]
Hey.
[ #nailedit ]
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Hey. Wasn't sure what you'd want so I might've gone a little overboard. [he sets the bags on the only clear spot on the table by the door.]
I see you've been here long enough to make yourself at home. Need a hand cleaning any of it up?
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okay, maybe she's staring a little bit. maybe she manages to close her mouth, too, just in time to open it again with a clapback. ]
Apparently disappearing makes you hungry. [ she's doing great. ] I think — I mean, I'm good. On the clean up front.
[ oh god, she's doing horribly. she needs an extraction from this pronto. ]
Do you want to sit down or something?
[ there is not a good chair. there are two double beds and a small table and two chair combo in this small motel, and the chairs are both super low to the ground and super uncomfortable looking. ]
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clearing his throat after what seems like too long to pass off as casual silence he offers up a quiet reply.]
Maybe. [he points to the less rumpled of the two beds.] This okay?
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[ it's the one closer to the door, and really only rumpled from daisy unloading her stuff onto it when she came back from outings or errands. no one's slept in it.
maybe she should sit down too, though. standing and staring at him while he sits on the other bed in her too small guest room just feels... weird.
after what feels like too long, she finally pipes back up again: ] It's been a while.
[ since she's seen him. since he stood her up. since they last played catch-up. they have to do it again, and so daisy does. she launches into what's happened
on the last seasonover the last few months, between being shuttled to the future all the way to mack's instatement as director and her new (old) role as an agent.how they were boots on the ground now, real and official, trying to figure out what that meant in the wake of everything that had happened. post-thanos, post-snap, post... everything.
when all the words get out, when she finally ends with where they'd left may and coulson (but not lola), daisy offers a tight, quiet smile. ]
I didn't want to try and catch you up by text.