meadowlarklogs | those who died are justified;

They're not — problems.

[ the inclusion of kree-sourced dna is, technically, a departure from the traditional view of "healthy", but daisy doesn't want to think it of as a problem. it's part of her. she's had a long time to accept it. ]

It's just who I am. [ not 'mary sue poots', not 'skye', not 'quake'. she's daisy johnson, she's an inhuman, and she can handle this. ] Which I guess is kind of fucking me up a little bit, actually, since — no, I don't seem to have my superpowers here.

[ a soft, bitter laugh escapes her. ]

I mean, I have different ones. I can pull stuff apart, make it into something else, like... legos on steroids or something. But I really miss being able to fly.

[ it wasn't really flying, but she doesn't care. ]

Right, not problems. ( words that could be taken sarcastically, sure, but jason sounds genuine enough. everyone deals with life in different ways, they're at different walks, with different problems. does jason think some people's problems are fucking stupid? hell yes. would he discount someone saying something isn't a problem? nah.

a lot of his behaviors are problematic, but not shit he thinks are actually problems. just like jason is aware enough to realize that no, it isn't the same for everyone. that he is an outlier in that regard. doesn't quite fit into the norm. )

Never been able to fly myself, but I have had a jetpack. It was pretty swell. But here's a whole different ballgame. ( an agreement of sorts, even if it's veiled a little. . oddly. ) Powers or no, you'll get it.

Jetpacks are cool, [ hummed offhandedly, a mental note to bring it up when she gets home. there's someone who might like the knowledge that they've become common enough to belong to people other than the mega-rich in dubai. ] Kind of niche rich dude territory where I'm from, but still. Cool.

[ too bad he couldn't pull a jetpack from the glowy thing in his chest. ]

Can I hit you up sometime for more info on that, by the way? My friend — Fitz, he's an engineer — has been trying to figure out ways to replicate some of the stuff from home. Can't get my powers back, but a jetpack's not a bad alternative.

Kind of a niche territory where I come from, too. ( considering jason still had access to the wallet of bruce wayne, rich guy territories were never really out of reach. and then here's the, you know. blood money he's stolen from penguin, black mask. . everyone in between. . .

but his attention shifts from that onto fitz. he knows that dude. knows him well. ) Couldn't tell you much about how it was built, honestly. I know a decent amount about how to put shit together, but the jetpack was built by a friend of mine who is much, much smarter than I am.

( more importantly: ) You're friends with Fitz, huh? Did you tell him we were hanging out?

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[ her brow goes up — she hadn't expected the recognition, but then, the man in question has been particularly busy lately. establishing connections, going to events, making a name for himself both in person and online. the spy life, as it were. ]

I didn't ask his permission, if that's what you're asking me. [ she has the grace to look bemused at the idea, rather than offended. as if he would — or could, for that matter. ] But yeah, we're friends.

[ there's a brief pause, and daisy amends her statement. ] Well. He's more than just a friend, I guess.

[ best friend. ride-or-die. she doesn't mean to imply anything beyond the found-family variety of loyalty, but she's not correcting the assumptions either. ]

Do you have beef with Fitz or something?

( more than just friends gets a funny little lift to the corner of his lips. that's curious. but jason doesn't press it. when the groundtram nears their destination, jason wraps an arm around her, more for appearances sake than anything else, and starts leading her towards the doors. )

He's fun to tease. Wouldn't call us enemies or anything like that, but I like playing with him.

( there is nothing overly harsh in jason's tone, though; he says it soft, like one would discuss teasing a sibling or something. )

Asked him for selfies and he refused to send 'em, even to this day.

[ there's an idle moment, when jason's arm wraps around her, where all daisy can think is warm. there's not enough skin-to-skin to generate the empathy bond with the touch, but there's certainly enough heat to be noticable. she's not surprised. he does seem the type to run hot... maybe in more ways than one.

as they step over the threshold of the car and move out towards the street, daisy offers a soft hum of agreement. ] You're not wrong. [ he's too easy to tease. see: her consistent torture of the boy on every network post #teamshield makes. ]

But if it's photos you're after, you should have just said so.

[ she has plenty of those. forced selfies, casual unstaged shots, pictures of fitz looking a little annoyed at being the focus of the photo for the umpteenth time. ]

( he runs a little warmer than most, but jason is overly cautious to avoid any skin-on-skin contact. makes sure that absolutely nothing bare is close enough to brush against her even as he holds onto daisy. it's a bit backwards, isn't it? being willing to touch someone but not willing to touch them. but no one needs to know how fucked up he is under the surface. the never ending rage that lingers right below the stupid smirk he almost always keeps at his lips. )

I wanted to see his face. Know what the guy looks like, just in case I had the chance to run into him in public.

( with a click of his tongue, eyes looking down at her with an almost playful gleam. ) Maybe we should send him some of our own.

( she knows his face already, there is no point in hiding. )

Are you testing my selfie game, Mr Malone?

[ there's no hesitation in her grin right back. after all, it's just a picture. in public, no less. it's not like he's asking her to bare her body for some questionable payouts at a shady underground art school. (don't ask, it was a one-time thing when she was eighteen and desperately needing money.) ]

Because I should warn you. I am totally a selfie master. Come at me, bro, et cetera.

[ so stupid. ]

( cute. she's cute. and open, willing to share bits and pieces about herself; what she can do, who and what she is. it's not shit jason would share if he was given the option, but he respects people who do. means she doesn't have shit to hide, doesn't it. )

Think Fitz would be upset? You, taking selfies with other guys.

( there's a tsk as he slouches down a little, closer. puts himself more on her level without actually bending over for it. )

[ he's catching her on a good year. coming to terms with it — her identity, her powers, her family history; everything that makes daisy johnson come alive — has been a long road, and it's only lately that she's been able to so freely share those pieces of herself.

as for fitz and his jealousy issues? daisy just snickers, shaking her head. ]

It'll probably just make him beg for a play-by-play. [ of what.... riding the tram.... ??? ] He's not really the 50 Shades, possessive type.

[ the doctor, though? maybe. don't @ her. ]

You want to do the honors?

You got it. ( fitz isn't the jealous sort, good to know. he'll have to find other shit to use against one dick grayson if it's not that. he pauses for a moment, before ducking down just a bit more and leaning in to hover lips just above her cheek--not quite touching but someone looking at a far away image wouldn't be able to tell. makes sure they're both turned to one of the reflective surfaces outside the tram and takes the shot.

grins as he straightens himself all the way back up, finally. and sends the shot to daisy, too. )

Good enough?

Perfect.

[ there's a brief moment of pause as daisy fiddles with her own collection, humming under her breath; after a delay, she forwards something in return to him. taken by bobbi, shortly after her return from her self-imposed exile. ]

He's cute, huh? Even when he makes that face.

He's pulling that science nerd look off well.

( fitz: a cute nerd. jason saves the picture for later, just in case. it shows him fitz's face, if he ever needs to find him in a crowded area it'll be a bit easier, despite the fuzziness to the image itself. )

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