[ On the outskirts of the city, in the shadow of the hulking wall keeping them in (and the rest of this world out, pending the required permits), there are plenty of abandoned buildings, out of the purview of the surveillance network. This warehouse, in particular, happens to be conveniently located for Fitz’s work schedule tonight (which, on the upside-down timetable, means light peaks through the high windows of the space). He’s dressed in blacks for the occasion, short-sleeved where he normally insists on an exclusively button-down lifestyle, and with steel-toed workboots, a protective measure for his unorthodox mechanic jobs.
Absentmindedly, Fitz lifts a chunk of metal (probably fell off a rafter long before they got here) and throws it out ahead. Within seconds, a portal appears in front of it, swallowing the debris — and then spitting it out at the exit point behind and perpendicular them. It’s like stone-skipping to him, after all the practice. ]
I dunno. [ in answer to a question on the nature of his power, presumably. ] I just sort of think it, visualise it, and it happens. [ shrugging. ] First time was while I was chucking something in the bin.
[ They’ve been at this for an hour, and Fitz only has one more to spare before he’s on repairs duty for a hoverbike race (through the red light district, of all places). Been spending more evenings with the Hi-Jacks in recent days ‘cause they appreciate his hard work, thanks (unlike his new supervisor, whinging forthcoming), but he still sees Dick more than most. Doesn’t help that he’s fresh off Daisy disappearing and re-appearing, of course, only to now have left several messages for Connor, still unanswered. The same feeling has hit low in his gut, sinking like a misplaced step. Just over 48 hours, and they knew what had happened to Daisy.
This reality is unstable. ]
Been studying spacetime for years, I suppose. [ he ducks his head for a moment, gaze fixed on the ground as his mouth curves downward. ] And it seems like, uh, [ waving a hand. ] anomalies in time and space are always what’s keeping me and Jemma apart. [ he bends to pick up another bit of debris, throwing and catching it in hand. ] Far-flung planets, dimensions, alternate universes, bloody time travel — me being able to traverse those distances could be a defence, triggered by whatever we were exposed to on the journey here. [ he looks over to Dick and lifts his shoulders. ] Hard to say.
grayson.
Absentmindedly, Fitz lifts a chunk of metal (probably fell off a rafter long before they got here) and throws it out ahead. Within seconds, a portal appears in front of it, swallowing the debris — and then spitting it out at the exit point behind and perpendicular them. It’s like stone-skipping to him, after all the practice. ]
I dunno. [ in answer to a question on the nature of his power, presumably. ] I just sort of think it, visualise it, and it happens. [ shrugging. ] First time was while I was chucking something in the bin.
[ They’ve been at this for an hour, and Fitz only has one more to spare before he’s on repairs duty for a hoverbike race (through the red light district, of all places). Been spending more evenings with the Hi-Jacks in recent days ‘cause they appreciate his hard work, thanks (unlike his new supervisor, whinging forthcoming), but he still sees Dick more than most. Doesn’t help that he’s fresh off Daisy disappearing and re-appearing, of course, only to now have left several messages for Connor, still unanswered. The same feeling has hit low in his gut, sinking like a misplaced step. Just over 48 hours, and they knew what had happened to Daisy.
This reality is unstable. ]
Been studying spacetime for years, I suppose. [ he ducks his head for a moment, gaze fixed on the ground as his mouth curves downward. ] And it seems like, uh, [ waving a hand. ] anomalies in time and space are always what’s keeping me and Jemma apart. [ he bends to pick up another bit of debris, throwing and catching it in hand. ] Far-flung planets, dimensions, alternate universes, bloody time travel — me being able to traverse those distances could be a defence, triggered by whatever we were exposed to on the journey here. [ he looks over to Dick and lifts his shoulders. ] Hard to say.