i haven't felt that angry in a long time it was like being in a cell with ward all over again i knew that they deserved it whatever they had done, they deserved it
[ she still doesn't know what they did. she doesn't even really remember who all the theys were. all she remembers, really, is the undecipherable expression on fitz's face as he'd held her down, the blur of pain and desperate determination, and the swell of intense sorrow and guilt that had overcome her directly afterwards.
she hasn't come back to the apartment yet since. ]
[ though by now, she's had enough time to think about it. perhaps it was. perhaps that's the difference between them.
bobbi thinks things through. daisy acts on impulse. years of training separate them, and in moments like these, it's hard not to feel like a little kid in comparison. ]
[ the reason bobbi didn't go in was so as not to blow her cover - and because she figured she might get intel from the firefighters. which she did, in the end. ]
it was the right call at the time but i think everyone who went in picked something up some kind of pathogen, maybe
[ pathogens... sounds like jemma. who probably would have quarantined rather than cured, pulled samples and tested for that too. of course, the unaffected would have to have collected samples to test them, she realizes. but... ]
comrade gave me a good cut lip in the ring that day my gym shirt still has the blood stains
[ bobbi doesn't remember the time in the lab while she was recovering and jemma was gone. it hasn't happened for her yet. she'll never be jemma, but - she's here and she does have a degree in biochemistry. ]
that's good thinking i hope you won't miss your shirt
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[ somehow, bobbi doesn't think so. ]
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in my defense, the barista definitely was trying to poison me with her organic plant milk
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did you hurt anyone?
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[ which feels worse, in a way. ]
i haven't felt that angry in a long time
it was like being in a cell with ward all over again
i knew that they deserved it
whatever they had done, they deserved it
[ she still doesn't know what they did. she doesn't even really remember who all the theys were. all she remembers, really, is the undecipherable expression on fitz's face as he'd held her down, the blur of pain and desperate determination, and the swell of intense sorrow and guilt that had overcome her directly afterwards.
she hasn't come back to the apartment yet since. ]
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it's somehow connected to the fire
you went in, didn't you?
[ if it's a biochemical reaction to something that was set free in that fire, it isn't daisy's fault. ]
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[ though by now, she's had enough time to think about it. perhaps it was. perhaps that's the difference between them.
bobbi thinks things through. daisy acts on impulse. years of training separate them, and in moments like these, it's hard not to feel like a little kid in comparison. ]
i wanted to find the guy.
i thought we all did.
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[ the reason bobbi didn't go in was so as not to blow her cover - and because she figured she might get intel from the firefighters. which she did, in the end. ]
it was the right call at the time
but i think everyone who went in picked something up
some kind of pathogen, maybe
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[ pathogens... sounds like jemma. who probably would have quarantined rather than cured, pulled samples and tested for that too. of course, the unaffected would have to have collected samples to test them, she realizes. but... ]
comrade gave me a good cut lip in the ring that day
my gym shirt still has the blood stains
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[ bobbi doesn't remember the time in the lab while she was recovering and jemma was gone. it hasn't happened for her yet. she'll never be jemma, but - she's here and she does have a degree in biochemistry. ]
that's good thinking
i hope you won't miss your shirt
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there's ten million other black tanks in the world
just let me know if you find out anything interesting
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