i hope ur miserable until ur dead

[morethan084]

CHARACTERS: Daisy Johnson and OTA
LOCATION: Throughout the station
DATE: A few days post mission-until the next mission
CONTENT: Catch all
WARNINGS: Nothing atm.



[Daisy’s been isolating herself from everyone the past few days since finding out the truth about Aleksander. Keeping enough food in her room to avoid going out, and skipping out on the movie/TV night Newt had put together. She doesn’t respond to messages, but it’s hard to avoid someone if they come knocking on her door. Even if she isn’t so quick to answer, she eventually does, looking worn out.]

Hey, now’s not a great time. I’m trying to work on something.

[It’s a pretty lame lie, but she’s too mentally drained to care as long as they leave her alone.]

[It’s late at night when she makes her way to food storage needing to stock up more on snacks to bring back to her room. She doesn’t think anyone else would be up this late and thinks about sneaking back out when she spots someone already in there, but then they acknowledge her just as she’s about to turn around. Playing it off as if she wasn’t trying to avoid them she steps into the room,]

Couldn’t sleep?

[A great way for her to get her anger out ever since joining SHIELD was to work out. Which is what someone might find her doing if they end up in the training room. She has music blasting as she punches a punching bag, making it hard for her to notice someone trying to get her attention. It might be smart for them to just shut off the music in that case.]

[After going harder than she should have on the punching bag on one occasion, Daisy ends up going to the kitchen to grab some ice and the infirmary to grab some advil.]

[OOC: If you have any other ideas feel free to PM/message me on plurk @ morethan084 or write something below.]

Comments

infirmary (cw needles n illness inevitable)

[firstroar]

[the sounds of drawers and cabinet doors being opened, their contents being pilfered stirs the body behind one of the curtains; without his psionic sense, Blue isn't sure if he's dreaming it up or if it's truly someone there - not until he opens his eyes and squints long enough to see a shadow moving about over where the lights are still on.]

...Yzak...? [the guess is already out his mouth before realizing it couldn't be; Yzak would've announced himself. perhaps it's the Doctor, doing other business.]

[morethan084]

[Daisy's just found the advil when she hears a familiar voice speak up, and turns with the bottle in her hand expecting to see Yzak in here.]

Oh, uh--

[She realizes that Blue must've thought she was him.]

He's not here. Do you need me to get him?

[firstroar]

No, I... [he pauses, trying to place the face to the voice behind the curtain while he works to sit up.]

That's... Daisy...? Yes?

[morethan084]

Yeah.

[Daisy stands there awkwardly, wanting to just go back there room but…]

Can I open the curtain?

[firstroar]

Please.

[he can't reach it from over here. so while Daisy does that, he finishes sitting up, exhaling heavily. he's looking pretty thin, more gaunt in the face, and his hair's lost a lot of luster.

despite that, he smiles small, apologetic upon seeing her.]

Did I startle you? I'm sorry.

[morethan084]

[Pulling back the curtain, Daisy's holding the bottle of advil still in her other hand. Depending on his angle he might see her bruised knuckles, but goes out of her way to hide them from view.]

No. Just didn't think you'd be awake.

[It's not surprising to see him in here, but he doesn't need to be able to read minds to see the concern on her face. He looks awful.]

This is becoming a habit. Us meeting like this, in here.

[firstroar]

This must be...our secret meeting spot. [his mouth twitches on one side.]

...Secret to our intentions, at least.

[his gaze flits down to her hand briefly before it returns to her face.]

Is it...for lingering pain? From the mission.

training room

[callada]

[For some reason he had almost expected Newton to be in here, hearing that loud music blasting through the room. He was all ready for a warm smile and some air guitar directed his way.

Instead, he can see it's Daisy who has tuned the rest of the world out while she works that punching bag into a pulp. And for a moment he almost turns away to go do something else, but then decides, no. Fuck that. She doesn't get to have this whole room to herself just because she's bizarrely still angry at him.

So he walks on in and rather than call out or mute her music, he just grabs the punching bag by its chain mid-swing and digs his heels in against the floor so it doesn't knock him over with its weight, and peers down at her, one eyebrow raised.]

Little hard to concentrate in here, you know.

[He's half expecting her to just swing at him instead. Hell, that might even be fun.]

[morethan084]

[Daisy's about to take another swing when suddenly her bag is being held by someone, and she knows who it is before her eyes even reach his. Jaw tight she keeps her hands up but doesn't make a move to punch the bag again.]

Wear ear plugs then.

[She replies snarkily, expecting that to be the end of the conversation.]

[callada]

I have a better idea. Winner controls the volume level.

[Because like, he could just mute the thing and render it useless to her, but the idea of sparring is oddly appealing. If they're both annoyed at each other, and both perfectly capable of holding their own in a fight, why not blow off steam? Got to be better than her punching bag and his boring target dummies.

He lets go of the bag and steps back, but gestures in front of him like he's offering an opportunity, which he is. The question is if she'll humor him and take it or not.]

[morethan084]

[Daisy huffs a laugh, irritated that he won't just leave her alone. Is he really that desperate for a conversation with her? Or does he just want his ass handed to him that badly?]

Doesn't seem like it'd be a fair fight considering you trip over nothing.

[There's no teasing there like there once was.]

[callada]

No powers, then, if you're offering something fair. You might even be surprised.

[Well, she's seen him fight plenty often, so maybe not - but most of that wasn't hand to hand. It's a good skill to keep sharp, though, and yeah, sure, he's clumsy, but his limbs are also a hell of a lot longer than hers.

Anyway, it's not really about who wins, not to him. The opportunity to throw a few punches at each others' faces might do them a lot of good. Worked well in the Marines, back when he was a wiry little shit of a recruit himself.]

[morethan084]

[Is he for real? In the most condescending tone she can muster,]

You think I need my powers to overtake you? That's cute.

[She lowers her hands and instead crosses them over her chest.]

kool aid mans the door

[oiorpata]

[ daisy goes uncharacteristically radio silent after the mission, even with their strange argument. it seems odd that daisy would let it go, and she'd promised not to disappear like that again too, not to be avoidant - which andy takes to mean that something even more significant happened. ]

[ that's how she finds herself knocking at daisy's door, ready to kick it over if she ignores it. when she does answer, daisy looks exhausted and drained in several different ways. ]

Bullshit. [ she holds up the drink and snacks she's brought with her. ] Are you letting me in or am I letting myself in?

[morethan084]

[She knows better than to try and lie to Andy, so she caves and opens the door more for her to enter. Between having to get surgery on her shoulder and everything that's happened with Aleksander, Daisy has absolutely no energy to even attempt to act like everything is fine.]

What's up?

[She thought about quickly grabbing something to cover the shoulder brace she has to wear, but Andy would probably figure it out if she hasn't already.]

[oiorpata]

[ her eyes immediately drop to the brace, surprised because it looks... sturdy. ]

Please tell me this is because of the old injury. [ did she miss something on cyberpunk hell planet?? ]

[morethan084]

[Daisy waits for Andy to come in before closing the door.]

Yeah. Ended up getting surgery on it. Apparently I’m supposed to rest for a week.

[She sounds thrilled about it. At least it’s a good excuse for why Andy hasn’t seen her?]

[oiorpata]

[ the fact that daisy agreed to a surgery already feels like a good step that andy will absolutely praise her for, but first: ]

I hope you are going to rest it.

[morethan084]

That's all I've been doing.

[And, you know, avoiding everyone. But at least she has this as an excuse to do that?]

Food Storage

[unclesam]

[ Sleep's elusive these days, despite the balm of having Bucky by his side. Not much the man can do to quell these demons haunting Sam, though. Same as Bucky's own demons. All they can do is be there. Sometimes that's all it takes. Sometimes that's not enough.

So Sam finds himself in food storage. Going over the inventory list. There's absolutely no need to do this, and he knows that - it's busywork, nothing else. Just a way to keep his brain occupied with something that won't make him feel like he's in freefall without wings.

He feels bad about interrupting what Daisy clearly intended to be a retreat, winces slightly. His brain's lagging behind his ability to pick up social cues, it seems. But now here they are, so he shrugs. ]

Just one of those nights.

[ He sounds about as tired as he looks, and she knows him well enough that the lack of deflection means 'one of those nights' is meant to imply a really bad night here. Sam puts the clipboard in his hand down for now to give her his full intention. Just watches her quietly for a second or two, eyes tracking over her face. His voice is quiet and soft. ]

You?

[morethan084]

[Smiling sadly when Sam admits to it being a bad night for him, Daisy leans against one of the fridges.]

Had better nights.

[She tries to make her voice sound light and fails miserably. She just doesn't have the energy to even fake it.]

You taking inventory?

[unclesam]

[ Yeah, that's a mood he can relate to. It comes a little easier to him, he thinks - but then, Sam is just the type to swallow it all down, not even for other people's benefits. He's glad, frankly, that Daisy can't quite manage to mask her pain. ]

You wanna help? It's incredibly mind-numbing. On the upside, we could pick out some great snacks and make an evening of destroying the evidence.

[ Maybe it helps her not to be alone. To get her mind off whatever has her so withdrawn. And the chance to open up if she'd like to. ]

[morethan084]

[Daisy smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. Looking around the room, she debates whether to take him up on his offer or not.]

What have you gotten so far?

[She asks as she reaches for the clipboard. Her injured shoulder is restricted from movement so she’ll have to write with her left hand.]

[unclesam]

Found a bag of some things I'm pretty sure are discontinued back home. Stains your tongue pretty badly if I remember right. Not sure why we got that.

[ He taps how far he got on the clipboard, then indicates the shelves. ]

Went through the perishables first. We could stand to use up some of the eggs.

[morethan084]

[Daisy's nose scrunches up at his description,]

Sounds like something Newt would eat.

[Holding the clipboard so its resting against her side, Daisy looks from it to the shelves.]

Could always have breakfast for dinner?