[ The time is Agents of SHIELD s5, but in the past instead of the future.
Daisy arrives on a planet in the Kree system, and she's in hellscape custody of some gladiatorial shit, as I understand it, when Carol Danvers busts through the ceiling like a glowstick. She's all golden and glowing and beautiful and she's here, actually, for a different prisoner.
Surely this will only go well.
She piledrives one of the Kree guards and then carries on with purpose down the hallway right past Daisy, where she is --
Trapped. Stuck with some kind of blue field that paralyzes and stills her. Carol sways, stops, and grits her teeth to fight against it. They don't seem to quite know what to do with her; she's human, but she's not; she's too powerful for them to keep around in the arena. ]
[ daisy honestly thought she was done with this sort of thing. dealing with the future, with kasius and his wannabe dictator garbage over the remnants of post-destruction earth, with space — but then fitz gets a piledriver to the chest as soon as they get back to their own timeline, just in time to die like an ironic english romantics heroine, and so daisy doesn't get a choice. of course she'll go to space to look for the other version of him that's floating in a cryopod. sure, jemma, of course she'll join you. she's not an astronaut or anything, but what's the worst that could happen?
apparently, "the worst that could happen" is defined by finding yet another planet where kree assholes like to rope powered people into gladiatorial combat and auctions to the highest bidder. just peachy. it may not be the future, but quake is still valuable, still worth clutching onto — only, to daisy's surprise, they don't put an inhibitor in. maybe they don't have the tech yet. maybe they don't realize what she can do. for whatever reason, they don't do it. she's not complaining.
she doesn't expect a glowing blonde goddess of a woman to come slamming her way through the ceiling, though. that surprise puts a wrench in daisy's half-thought-out escape plans, because suddenly, everyone is on high-alert. guards shouting, some weird force field thing going into effect, and daisy's thrown to the side of a wall with enough force to let her see some very pretty stars for a moment or two. ]
Ow.
[ verbose. eloquent. the daisy johnson way. ]
Are you here to kill me?
[ that's the need-to-know info right now. they can cross literally every other bridge when they get to it. ]
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Yeah, I just thought I'd start with all of them first.
[ Said deadpan, like Carol cannot possibly imagine how Daisy could watch Carol put her fist through the kree guards here, and then assume she was the target. Speaking of the Kree guards, one rises up and tries to get to his feet, and Carol raises her hand without looking to nail him with a photon blast to put him through the window.
She tosses hair out of her face then and advances on Daisy, scrutinizing. ]
I'm not. [ that's true. technically speaking, anyway. ] Well, not like this. It's complicated.
[ but if glowstick barbie's not here to kill her, daisy's not particularly fussed about giving a whole ted talk on her inhuman dna just yet. ]
I'm looking for a friend. Or I was, before blue balls over here decided to rope me into their knockoff Hunger Games. Which, you know, I've done before? Not a fan.
[ The Kree come through Jakku like a whirlwind. It's a junk planet, full of nothing but graveyards, but it has something they need -- a map. A map to a very particular planet. And Vers is nothing if not efficient at getting what she needs, even if it's in the body of a droid.
She tracks it to a fallen AT-AT just south of the Sinking Fields, and this alien woman, this human nuclear bomb, arrives at Rey's door and climbs into an orphan girl's house without knocking because she's here for the droid. ]
The twisting in her gut is unexplainable — the same pull that has led her to intact salvage, that has warned her of scavengers hovering near the hovel she calls her own. This time, she excuses it as Plutt's meddling, and the assurance that he will seek out what she has denied him.
But the woman that plants herself inside isn't one of Plutt's thugs, come to retrieve the same droid she has batted them away from stealing like any regular pile of scrap. Neither is she a simple scavenger. From the look of her — clean, despite the sprinklings of sand, and healthy — she isn't even of Jakku. It's written all over her.
That calls into question, then, what is so vitally special about this astromech unit that's found its way into her life. Rey doesn't stop to question it, more prone to action, on her feet defensively within seconds. The staff in her hands is more warning than weapon, for the moment, when she barks, ]
I'm not turning anything over to you. [ Her teeth bare, snapping, as her expression pinches together. ] Get out.
[ Vers notes the staff, and there's a flicker of something through her expression--a cross between amused and impressed. She registers it, yes, then advances to where she sees BB-8 huddled in the corner of the room. She has power on her side. Strength that the rest of them can't even imagine. She has the Force.
Even if no one will train her how to use it. Even if they hold her back like a caged animal.
It's for her good. Schooling the feeling out of her. Civilizing her. She has to learn that restraint, so she tries to side-step the fight entirely now by simply barreling through. It's arrogance, of course. The kind of swaggering arrogance that in fact courts a fight on purpose. But she can claim to Yon-Rogg later, aboard their flagship, that she had done her best.
She closes a blue energy webbing around BB-8, making him weightless. ]
The small fraction of a pause, a stillness in Rey's locked muscles, barely registers visually. But it's there, that flicker of incredulity that quickly slides into outright indignation and then, finally, determination.
The webbing doesn't draw her eye. She's never seen anything like it, but the mystery remains unimportant in the face of BB-8's panicked, protesting chirps. Rey moves to action, mistaking the stranger's dismissal as blind arrogance — an advantage, if she expects that Rey won't strike as she does now, brazen, swinging at the back of her head.
Rey doesn't know who, and what, she is — but it doesn't matter in the grand scheme. Whoever she works for — and it isn't this droid's master, as evidenced by his fit — knows what that droid holds, knows his significance; she won't, can't, allow it to fall into their hands. ]
[ When they return to life, it happens suddenly. They're back where they left them, just as Stark and Banner had predicted they would be, and Carol is in the forest to greet them. At least, almost all of them have come back.
Not all. Not all.
Wanda is gasping on the forest floor, and it's Carol who takes her in her arms, folds her hands around her shoulders firmly and holds her steady because there, suddenly, is Vision's body again, slumped dead, lifeless, cold and gray. The infinity stone that had kept him alive is still gone. It was still taken. Nothing can undo that, only the snap.
So Wanda is back, and Carol can hold her back from going for Vision's body, but Vision will never inhabit it again. She'd seen Thor's face when he'd found out the same would be true of Loki. She knows what to expect for Wanda Maximoff. ]
Or, rather, they do know, but the words die on Natasha's lips all the same, and she glances back and forth at Steve and Bruce and Rhodey, holds her hand up to tell them to stand down. A fight here won't do any of them any good, and anyway — that emblem on her chest is familiar, if unpixelated. ]
I can show you. But you might not like it.
[ Natasha is shaken, even more so now that there's evidence that their security at the compound is compromised. There'd been no warning, no nothing, that this woman — whomever she may be — had gotten in. Is she scared? Absolutely. But complying (for now) is going to be better in the long run. She can get information of her own, that way. ]
Follow me.
[ She indicates to the three men behind her to not follow, and none of them visibly like it, but they all trust her enough to handle herself if need be. ]
Carol regards the men with a look of stony dismissal as she follows after Natasha, her back straight and a ready-to-fight swagger in her step. The facilities of Earth have changed radically since the last time she was here, and as she moves throughout the Avengers base, she takes note of it.
Their technology is still a far cry from anything Kree, but it's ... evolved. And written all over it, she can see extraterrestrial influences. She doesn't particularly like that. Not one bit. One of the displays has a map and a death toll ticking upwards on it, flashing bright red.
She frowns at that. ]
What happened here?
[ She'd come straight to Earth when the beacon sounded. She didn't stop for the intergalactic news broadcasts. ]
[ Natasha's got her own swagger — not ready to fight, but wary, cautious. She's not letting this woman, whoever she is, even if she is someone Fury was trying to contact, get the better of her.
She stops in front of the display, arms crossed, jaw tight. She keeps her body turned towards the woman, but her eyes are on the numbers piling up in bright red, one by one. ]
Thanos. He's... some kind of intergalactic terrorist. He's obsessed with finding balance, and he wanted these things called 'Infinity Stones'.
[ She swallows — this next part is hard, especially so soon. ]
And we failed to stop him. Just like that — [ she snaps her fingers ] — fifty percent of Earth's population, gone. Fifty percent of the galaxy.
[ It's more looking for confirmation, that bone-deep dread sinking into her voice. Fury was part of that fifty percent. Thanos had eliminated him like he was nothing. She'd heard of him, of course. Everyone had heard of Thanos, the mad titan. Entire star systems had knelt to him, allowed him to take over.
He was worse than Ronan.
Carol hadn't interceded in time. Carol had been occupied with other problems. In that way, it feels like her fault that Fury's gone. She swallows something, keeps her expression stiff. ]
[ There is a certain attitude among kindred spirits. A grief that hangs heavy in the air, that makes you know without knowing, hear without saying, that you have occupied the same space in the universe as someone. Carol feels it every time she looks at Kylo Ren. She cannot put her finger on it until she sees him fight.
He was a weapon too. Someone else had owned him once, and now he is unchained. He burns like only someone who's been shackled can burn.
Later, after the fight, they are at a sports bar. One that Morningstar agents often frequent, one that has no real name. It's just a place people go. She's drinking whiskey, sitting across from him, and she asks what she knows she should never, ever ask: ]
( it's difficult to say what startles him more: the fact that she knowsㅡbecause he likes to pretend that he can be careful when he chooses, that he hides the scars that cut too deep to ever truly healㅡor that she can know and still ask.
his gaze shifts from her face to the glass in his hand, still half full, and he considers downing the whole thing rather than answering. swallows. ) A teacher.
[ It hits her sideways to hear him say it. Maybe it's always a teacher. Or maybe they just always present themselves that way. She shifts her gaze around, a little uncomfortable with confronting that. She doesn't like thinking of Yon-Rogg. She hasn't had to in some time. ]
Did you kill him?
[ She hadn't. Maybe she should have, but dishonor is worse than death for Kree, and she feels a little more content knowing that she had ruined him instead, made him live with that. ]
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breaks this in with some 90s girl grunge.
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a vague starter? ? ?? to get towards hurt
Daisy arrives on a planet in the Kree system, and she's in hellscape custody of some gladiatorial shit, as I understand it, when Carol Danvers busts through the ceiling like a glowstick. She's all golden and glowing and beautiful and she's here, actually, for a different prisoner.
Surely this will only go well.
She piledrives one of the Kree guards and then carries on with purpose down the hallway right past Daisy, where she is --
Trapped. Stuck with some kind of blue field that paralyzes and stills her. Carol sways, stops, and grits her teeth to fight against it. They don't seem to quite know what to do with her; she's human, but she's not; she's too powerful for them to keep around in the arena. ]
fyi s5 finale spoilers for... anyone who cares
apparently, "the worst that could happen" is defined by finding yet another planet where kree assholes like to rope powered people into gladiatorial combat and auctions to the highest bidder. just peachy. it may not be the future, but quake is still valuable, still worth clutching onto — only, to daisy's surprise, they don't put an inhibitor in. maybe they don't have the tech yet. maybe they don't realize what she can do. for whatever reason, they don't do it. she's not complaining.
she doesn't expect a glowing blonde goddess of a woman to come slamming her way through the ceiling, though. that surprise puts a wrench in daisy's half-thought-out escape plans, because suddenly, everyone is on high-alert. guards shouting, some weird force field thing going into effect, and daisy's thrown to the side of a wall with enough force to let her see some very pretty stars for a moment or two. ]
Ow.
[ verbose. eloquent. the daisy johnson way. ]
Are you here to kill me?
[ that's the need-to-know info right now. they can cross literally every other bridge when they get to it. ]
i'm gonna get so many details i didn't get out of tumblr gifs and haven't reached yet
[ Said deadpan, like Carol cannot possibly imagine how Daisy could watch Carol put her fist through the kree guards here, and then assume she was the target. Speaking of the Kree guards, one rises up and tries to get to his feet, and Carol raises her hand without looking to nail him with a photon blast to put him through the window.
She tosses hair out of her face then and advances on Daisy, scrutinizing. ]
You're not Kree. What are you doing here?
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[ but if glowstick barbie's not here to kill her, daisy's not particularly fussed about giving a whole ted talk on her inhuman dna just yet. ]
I'm looking for a friend. Or I was, before blue balls over here decided to rope me into their knockoff Hunger Games. Which, you know, I've done before? Not a fan.
[ a beat. ]
You?
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i ain't as cool as jenna so you get this garbage
i'm in a bartering mood.
[ does rocket know about this? of course not. ]
the only rule i have is no more rodents. hairballs are a bitch.
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come on, take him off my hands for me.
from one space person to another.
[ for the love of god, carol, take rocket away from him. ]
i'll do your chores for a month.
[ what chores? don't ask. ]
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i'm just trying to do him a favor because if he bitches one more time, i'm going to kill him.
and i bet you're nicer than me.
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slides into ur dms and throws random images around idk what i'm doing.
i bet u didn't expect First Order Carol
She tracks it to a fallen AT-AT just south of the Sinking Fields, and this alien woman, this human nuclear bomb, arrives at Rey's door and climbs into an orphan girl's house without knocking because she's here for the droid. ]
This will be easier if you turn it over.
not what i expected but exactly what i wanted
The twisting in her gut is unexplainable — the same pull that has led her to intact salvage, that has warned her of scavengers hovering near the hovel she calls her own. This time, she excuses it as Plutt's meddling, and the assurance that he will seek out what she has denied him.
But the woman that plants herself inside isn't one of Plutt's thugs, come to retrieve the same droid she has batted them away from stealing like any regular pile of scrap. Neither is she a simple scavenger. From the look of her — clean, despite the sprinklings of sand, and healthy — she isn't even of Jakku. It's written all over her.
That calls into question, then, what is so vitally special about this astromech unit that's found its way into her life. Rey doesn't stop to question it, more prone to action, on her feet defensively within seconds. The staff in her hands is more warning than weapon, for the moment, when she barks, ]
I'm not turning anything over to you. [ Her teeth bare, snapping, as her expression pinches together. ] Get out.
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Even if no one will train her how to use it. Even if they hold her back like a caged animal.
It's for her good. Schooling the feeling out of her. Civilizing her. She has to learn that restraint, so she tries to side-step the fight entirely now by simply barreling through. It's arrogance, of course. The kind of swaggering arrogance that in fact courts a fight on purpose. But she can claim to Yon-Rogg later, aboard their flagship, that she had done her best.
She closes a blue energy webbing around BB-8, making him weightless. ]
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The small fraction of a pause, a stillness in Rey's locked muscles, barely registers visually. But it's there, that flicker of incredulity that quickly slides into outright indignation and then, finally, determination.
The webbing doesn't draw her eye. She's never seen anything like it, but the mystery remains unimportant in the face of BB-8's panicked, protesting chirps. Rey moves to action, mistaking the stranger's dismissal as blind arrogance — an advantage, if she expects that Rey won't strike as she does now, brazen, swinging at the back of her head.
Rey doesn't know who, and what, she is — but it doesn't matter in the grand scheme. Whoever she works for — and it isn't this droid's master, as evidenced by his fit — knows what that droid holds, knows his significance; she won't, can't, allow it to fall into their hands. ]
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endgame au ? ?? i guess ? ??
Not all. Not all.
Wanda is gasping on the forest floor, and it's Carol who takes her in her arms, folds her hands around her shoulders firmly and holds her steady because there, suddenly, is Vision's body again, slumped dead, lifeless, cold and gray. The infinity stone that had kept him alive is still gone. It was still taken. Nothing can undo that, only the snap.
So Wanda is back, and Carol can hold her back from going for Vision's body, but Vision will never inhabit it again. She'd seen Thor's face when he'd found out the same would be true of Loki. She knows what to expect for Wanda Maximoff. ]
Wait. Wait, listen to me.
SPOILERS AHOY, LIKE FOR REAL, STAY AWAY
Or, rather, they do know, but the words die on Natasha's lips all the same, and she glances back and forth at Steve and Bruce and Rhodey, holds her hand up to tell them to stand down. A fight here won't do any of them any good, and anyway — that emblem on her chest is familiar, if unpixelated. ]
I can show you. But you might not like it.
[ Natasha is shaken, even more so now that there's evidence that their security at the compound is compromised. There'd been no warning, no nothing, that this woman — whomever she may be — had gotten in. Is she scared? Absolutely. But complying (for now) is going to be better in the long run. She can get information of her own, that way. ]
Follow me.
[ She indicates to the three men behind her to not follow, and none of them visibly like it, but they all trust her enough to handle herself if need be. ]
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Carol regards the men with a look of stony dismissal as she follows after Natasha, her back straight and a ready-to-fight swagger in her step. The facilities of Earth have changed radically since the last time she was here, and as she moves throughout the Avengers base, she takes note of it.
Their technology is still a far cry from anything Kree, but it's ... evolved. And written all over it, she can see extraterrestrial influences. She doesn't particularly like that. Not one bit. One of the displays has a map and a death toll ticking upwards on it, flashing bright red.
She frowns at that. ]
What happened here?
[ She'd come straight to Earth when the beacon sounded. She didn't stop for the intergalactic news broadcasts. ]
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She stops in front of the display, arms crossed, jaw tight. She keeps her body turned towards the woman, but her eyes are on the numbers piling up in bright red, one by one. ]
Thanos. He's... some kind of intergalactic terrorist. He's obsessed with finding balance, and he wanted these things called 'Infinity Stones'.
[ She swallows — this next part is hard, especially so soon. ]
And we failed to stop him. Just like that — [ she snaps her fingers ] — fifty percent of Earth's population, gone. Fifty percent of the galaxy.
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[ It's more looking for confirmation, that bone-deep dread sinking into her voice. Fury was part of that fifty percent. Thanos had eliminated him like he was nothing. She'd heard of him, of course. Everyone had heard of Thanos, the mad titan. Entire star systems had knelt to him, allowed him to take over.
He was worse than Ronan.
Carol hadn't interceded in time. Carol had been occupied with other problems. In that way, it feels like her fault that Fury's gone. She swallows something, keeps her expression stiff. ]
Who are you? SHIELD?
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i have literally no idea what this even is, but.
ML AU? ML AU.
He was a weapon too. Someone else had owned him once, and now he is unchained. He burns like only someone who's been shackled can burn.
Later, after the fight, they are at a sports bar. One that Morningstar agents often frequent, one that has no real name. It's just a place people go. She's drinking whiskey, sitting across from him, and she asks what she knows she should never, ever ask: ]
Who were they?
ML AU it is.
his gaze shifts from her face to the glass in his hand, still half full, and he considers downing the whole thing rather than answering. swallows. ) A teacher.
( true in both cases. ) He's gone now.
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Did you kill him?
[ She hadn't. Maybe she should have, but dishonor is worse than death for Kree, and she feels a little more content knowing that she had ruined him instead, made him live with that. ]
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