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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[ 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.