[ all going well, then. he's already tried looking her up to check in, but - ]
And they've had to erase her existing ID?
Oh, just Captain America.
[ you know, that dude.
and one other. he hadn't known her at the time, but he certainly does now... but waiting to elaborate on that is one way of finding out how much Daisy already knows. ]
[ before you ask, no, she doesn't know what the new handle is. she assumes rey will reach out to her when she's ready, and not before. ]
cap's a nice guy, though. i wish i'd known it was him before i threw a shitty makeshift shield at his head in the world's worst game of catch, but we made it work. (full disclosure, i did definitely accidentally spill the beans about peggy being here and gone by shoving the arrivals guide at him, and he's taking it about as well as a polar bear learning about the ice caps melting...)
[ she met carol too but she has No Idea who she is ]
He was going to find out for himself sooner or later. Better it's done now than he be upset that it was kept from him.
[ they're going to need all the allies they can get, and he's seen for himself the uncomfortable rifts caused by perceived secrets. but ultimately: rather you than me.
a "thanks for taking one for the team" would have worked too, doctor dad
[ teasing. she did what had to be done, and she knows from the sheer fact that he's not chastising her that he's not mad about it. after all, somebody had to tell him. ]
someone else recognized the shield spiel, though you meet anyone named carol on your field trip?
[ oh. back to normality. the disparity between the normality of one life and that of the other is dizzying, but even that can't do anything to infringe on the fondness when it comes.
no reply to the remark. he just absorbs it, greedy. today's will be a playful give and take that's easy on the give. ]
if you're asking if she's spoiler bait, not so much we didn't really talk about back home beyond lowkey gossiping about nick fury and coulson's bad hair days
Not mine to tell. But suffice to say if she'd been on-planet for any one of the many disasters that's hit Earth in recent history, we'd have fared a lot better than we have.
[ #the avengers ain't shit #it's not their fault they're just not captain marvel ]
[ when do the avengers ever just call shield? and when does anyone with a little power think they might need to ask for help? (he's not an avenger, but he'll include himself in that batch all the same). ]
[ nobody calls shield because, outside of coulson's team, nobody even knows if shield is Still A Thing ]
i don't know, because apparently the world ended and then didn't end in between you leaving and coming back? am i ever going to get the spoilers on that, btw?
[ there's a reasonable delay here while he's talking with carol, waiting to find out how much she knows, how much is likely to make it out into the public sphere.
[ Stephen drops a pin to the as yet unopened sports bar. he wouldn't want to be eating, and it's not the sort of news to share over anything as normal as a drink either.
but it means they can talk in private. and he can fix her something strong afterwards. ]
[ she comes as called. easy enough to do when the world isn't Currently Exploding, anyway, and with her hoverbike it's even simpler. point a to point b, quick as can be.
there's a smudge of dirt and dust across her cheek when she enters, but it mostly just makes her look more at home amidst the work-in-progress of the bar. of the few feasible seats, daisy claims one that offers the most comfortable option for sprawling. manspreading, even. ]
Doctor.
[ she's not calling him dad. it's a signal, she guesses. a way to signal that she recognizes the seriousness of the spoiler game. ]
[ doctor. it's been a long while since he's had that out of her, if ever. Stephen emerges from behind the bar, hands empty of alcohol or food, looking somber. there's no use in beating around the bush here so he dispenses with any small talk, but there's something to clarify before he goes into detail. ]
I'll tell you as much as I can, but I know more than I'll tell you. I need to know you can accept that.
[ to know some of what approaches but not everything might be painful. but he's only going to give her what he judges to be safe. if she can settle for that, good. if she can't, they'll need to re-evaluate this conversation. ]
[ she doesn't like it. how could she? daisy's the kind of person who wants to know everything, who wants to make up her own mind and decide for herself what she thinks and believes, and having someone intentionally withhold information from her really gets in that way of that. but she trusts stephen strange, and that has to be enough. for now, anyway. ]
I don't want to. [ he already knows that. ] But I will if I have to.
[ no two ways around it: she'd rather have what information he's willing to give her than none at all. ]
[ good enough, anyway. this situation isn't going to be satisfying for either of them, whether or not he could give her everything she could hope to know. ultimately, it wouldn't make any difference— or, if it did, a negative one. any single difference could change the entire outcome, and the outcome they had was the only one in which more survived than died.
he doesn't cross to sit down. it seems too informal to do things that way. stays stood where he is - and begins. ]
The universe came under threat from a man who believed it was time to perform a cull.
A "cull". [ jesus christ. what is it with megalomaniac assholes and wiping people off the planet? ] Is this like, space Nazi situation?
[ she could shut up and let him speak, but they both know that's unlikely. it's nice of him to build in pauses to his own ted talk so that she can ask her questions and/or pose commentary. ]
Wait: did you say "the universe"? Like this is more than just an Earth thing?
[ it's better that he gives her the opportunity to guide the conversation. what he has to say isn't anything easily digested - to take it in her own time is the only way to do this gently.
usually he wouldn't worry about gentleness where she's concerned. but this is too big to deliver as a speech. too heavy to hand to her without breathing room. ]
[ it's a good question. has she? the name doesn't ring a bell — but whether that's due to daisy's own memory getting the new amsterdam scramble or the fact that nobody tells anyone in shield a fucking thing is really up for debate here. ]
I don't think so. [ and if she does know about them, she doesn't know enough to really contribute anything to the conversation, so it's as good as knowing nothing anyway. ] I'm guessing they don't have anything to do with an infinity scarf.
[ the slightest uptick at the corner of his mouth, but he's not to lose his train of conversation here. he acknowledges, but doesn't play. ]
No. Six stones: Mind, Power, Reality, Soul, Space, and Time. Individually they can be used to control their corresponding universal aspect. Together...
[ a slight hesitation, not big enough to be called a pause. just a small space for memory to creep and be swallowed. ]
And in hands capable of wielding them, they can be used to do anything.
[ it sounds like he's trying to rewrite sailor moon or the power rangers or some ridiculous japanese-inspired tv show. the mind stone? the reality stone? who came up with these names? ]
Right. [ but he is serious, and so she can't just completely dismiss it. ] Anything, like... space Nazi the universe.
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but she's also wearing a martyr complex so tight around her neck she's practically choking herself with it.
[ so yes and no. again. ]
did you run into anybody familiar on that side quest, btw?
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And they've had to erase her existing ID?
Oh, just Captain America.
[ you know, that dude.
and one other. he hadn't known her at the time, but he certainly does now... but waiting to elaborate on that is one way of finding out how much Daisy already knows. ]
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[ before you ask, no, she doesn't know what the new handle is. she assumes rey will reach out to her when she's ready, and not before. ]
cap's a nice guy, though. i wish i'd known it was him before i threw a shitty makeshift shield at his head in the world's worst game of catch, but we made it work.
(full disclosure, i did definitely accidentally spill the beans about peggy being here and gone by shoving the arrivals guide at him, and he's taking it about as well as a polar bear learning about the ice caps melting...)
[ she met carol too but she has No Idea who she is ]
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He was going to find out for himself sooner or later. Better it's done now than he be upset that it was kept from him.
[ they're going to need all the allies they can get, and he's seen for himself the uncomfortable rifts caused by perceived secrets. but ultimately: rather you than me.
anyway. ]
I went back.
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[ teasing. she did what had to be done, and she knows from the sheer fact that he's not chastising her that he's not mad about it. after all, somebody had to tell him. ]
someone else recognized the shield spiel, though
you meet anyone named carol on your field trip?
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no reply to the remark. he just absorbs it, greedy. today's will be a playful give and take that's easy on the give. ]
Carol Danvers, yes. Did she have much to say?
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we didn't really talk about back home beyond lowkey gossiping about nick fury and coulson's bad hair days
[ fond memories of the 90s apparently... ]
what's her story?
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[ #the avengers ain't shit
#it's not their fault they're just not captain marvel ]
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[ that's cool......... ]
maybe the avengers should get in the habit of using the phone a friend feature during disasters.
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[ mostly because is she? je ne sais pas ]
In their defense, they didn't know she existed. Fury kept her under his hat.
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i was talking about me, dad
let me quake the bad guys
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Why break the habit of a lifetime?
[ when do the avengers ever just call shield? and when does anyone with a little power think they might need to ask for help? (he's not an avenger, but he'll include himself in that batch all the same). ]
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i don't know, because apparently the world ended and then didn't end in between you leaving and coming back?
am i ever going to get the spoilers on that, btw?
[ nobody tells her anything ]
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eventually: ]
You can have them, but you won't like them.
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you want to do this over drinks or over dinner?
[ will it be easier for her to handle if she's buzzed? or should she be sober enough to deal with it? ]
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but it means they can talk in private. and he can fix her something strong afterwards. ]
I'll be here.
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there's a smudge of dirt and dust across her cheek when she enters, but it mostly just makes her look more at home amidst the work-in-progress of the bar. of the few feasible seats, daisy claims one that offers the most comfortable option for sprawling. manspreading, even. ]
Doctor.
[ she's not calling him dad. it's a signal, she guesses. a way to signal that she recognizes the seriousness of the spoiler game. ]
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I'll tell you as much as I can, but I know more than I'll tell you. I need to know you can accept that.
[ to know some of what approaches but not everything might be painful. but he's only going to give her what he judges to be safe. if she can settle for that, good. if she can't, they'll need to re-evaluate this conversation. ]
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I don't want to. [ he already knows that. ] But I will if I have to.
[ no two ways around it: she'd rather have what information he's willing to give her than none at all. ]
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[ good enough, anyway. this situation isn't going to be satisfying for either of them, whether or not he could give her everything she could hope to know. ultimately, it wouldn't make any difference— or, if it did, a negative one. any single difference could change the entire outcome, and the outcome they had was the only one in which more survived than died.
he doesn't cross to sit down. it seems too informal to do things that way. stays stood where he is - and begins. ]
The universe came under threat from a man who believed it was time to perform a cull.
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[ she could shut up and let him speak, but they both know that's unlikely. it's nice of him to build in pauses to his own ted talk so that she can ask her questions and/or pose commentary. ]
Wait: did you say "the universe"? Like this is more than just an Earth thing?
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usually he wouldn't worry about gentleness where she's concerned. but this is too big to deliver as a speech. too heavy to hand to her without breathing room. ]
Yes. More than just an Earth thing.
Have you heard of the infinity stones?
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I don't think so. [ and if she does know about them, she doesn't know enough to really contribute anything to the conversation, so it's as good as knowing nothing anyway. ] I'm guessing they don't have anything to do with an infinity scarf.
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No. Six stones: Mind, Power, Reality, Soul, Space, and Time. Individually they can be used to control their corresponding universal aspect. Together...
[ a slight hesitation, not big enough to be called a pause. just a small space for memory to creep and be swallowed. ]
And in hands capable of wielding them, they can be used to do anything.
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Right. [ but he is serious, and so she can't just completely dismiss it. ] Anything, like... space Nazi the universe.
[ she pauses for a second, considering. ]
How exactly do you wield an infinity stone?
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