I'd... ask you what happened, but I don't want to bring back any unpleasant memories. I hope your injuries heal swiftly and that someone's available to help you get home. If not, I want to volunteer.
(reading markus' opinion on it through a third party is disorienting. they most certainly did not get out okay, but it's important to keep that fiction going.
connor, however, is relatively unharmed and he looks down at himself — maybe he meant him specifically...)
I'm fine, thank you. Hearing you say that means a lot to me, even if worry isn't the best thing to feel. It just goes to show how many allies we really have in this group - that's encouraging enough.
I'll be visiting everyone soon, I hope I can bring you something you like.
[ her pride wants to remain intact, but connor deserves her honesty. in the wake of seeing what small untruths — if one could call bobbi's alter ego a "small untruth" — daisy wants to be better. she wants to leave people with a good taste in their mouths when they think of team shield on the ground in new amsterdam. ]
it was my own fault
[ a heavy thing to say, for her, and only possible after many hours of reflection. ]
i was trying to protect someone, and i got caught by the una they weren't too happy with me for trying to hack a drone
[ but even still... she wouldn't change a thing, because the kids were safe. that's what mattered most to daisy. ]
i have some broken ribs, but that's the worst of it now i'll take you up on the offer to get home, though, if you aren't needed elsewhere and as far as gifts, just some company would be nice i never thought i'd be so ready to get out of bed again
I should be chastising you, but I'm somewhat impressed. How did you get out of the UNA's grasp with only a few broken ribs? You must've been frightened.
(he certainly would've been and was when he faced two alone after markus got shot — he had to compartmentalize it, lock the fear away with his ability, use his anger to fuel him. it was awful.
how...?)
I'd love to spend time with you. We can chat at length when you're ready to be picked up.
[ she'd literally laid on the floor and taken a beating. she hadn't done anything to save herself beyond trying to cover the more sensitive spots. instinct, above all else.
but she appreciates the offer, too. jots it down for the future, when it might be needed. ]
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i've been better
the doc says i should be able to go home soon
[ "the doc" like it's not their own stephen strange just yelling at her to get back in bed so her ribs can heal ]
markus said you got out okay
i was worried about you guys
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(reading markus' opinion on it through a third party is disorienting. they most certainly did not get out okay, but it's important to keep that fiction going.
connor, however, is relatively unharmed and he looks down at himself — maybe he meant him specifically...)
I'm fine, thank you. Hearing you say that means a lot to me, even if worry isn't the best thing to feel. It just goes to show how many allies we really have in this group - that's encouraging enough.
I'll be visiting everyone soon, I hope I can bring you something you like.
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it was my own fault
[ a heavy thing to say, for her, and only possible after many hours of reflection. ]
i was trying to protect someone, and i got caught by the una
they weren't too happy with me for trying to hack a drone
[ but even still... she wouldn't change a thing, because the kids were safe. that's what mattered most to daisy. ]
i have some broken ribs, but that's the worst of it now
i'll take you up on the offer to get home, though, if you aren't needed elsewhere
and as far as gifts, just some company would be nice
i never thought i'd be so ready to get out of bed again
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(he certainly would've been and was when he faced two alone after markus got shot — he had to compartmentalize it, lock the fear away with his ability, use his anger to fuel him. it was awful.
how...?)
I'd love to spend time with you. We can chat at length when you're ready to be picked up.
Anytime, alright?
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[ she'd literally laid on the floor and taken a beating. she hadn't done anything to save herself beyond trying to cover the more sensitive spots. instinct, above all else.
but she appreciates the offer, too. jots it down for the future, when it might be needed. ]