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@katelin.philips

[covertness]

hi
remember me?

[ she'd introduced herself as katelin philips, so the name might ring a bell ]

i've been meaning to talk to you in private about something
a few somethings, actually

is now a good time?

[shield]

Sure. What's on your mind?

[ It doesn't cross his mind to return the greeting, a rare lapse of etiquette. His head is a little full at the moment. ]

[covertness]

a few things
not all of them are easy, exactly, but i hope you'll hear me out

i'm a shield agent
my name isn't katelin philips, it's bobbi morse
i figure you should know that

i've been maintaining a cover as a civilian scientist ever since i woke up here six months ago. my hope is that by keeping the full extent of who i am and what i can do from people here, i can learn more, maybe have the element of surprise on my side at some point

i'm not sure that whoever brought us here doesn't already know, anyway, but for now, it still seems worth keeping the cover
although a few people here know

[ she's sorry to spring this on him when he's already got enough to deal with, but... better to be more or less upfront about this, she figures ]

@daisy.johnson

[evite]

mister rogers
welcome to the neighborhood

[shield]

So you did know.

[ Sorry, Daisy. He's in a humorless mood lately. Can't imagine why. ]

[evite]

coulson will be so disappointed, but i actually totally missed it.
i'm blaming the hospital gown / beard combo.

but it turns out a friend of mine recognized you first.

➙ action

[myownwoman]

[ gaby is hungover, but that's not anything new to her. she is hungover a lot, it's usually something she simply powers through with jugs of water and very large sunglasses and ignoring the problem. today, however, she is hungover enough to need coffee and that necessitates going to the safehouse for sugar since she forgot to ask when she order her prohibitively expensive coffee from one of the high end cafes that actually sell proper coffee.

they'd probably charge her for the sugar.

she grabs her sugar and heads out again, pausing under the awning of the garage to peer out into the sky, watching the clouds rolling in and bringing the scent of rain with them. ]

You might want to come over here, [ she mentions to a passing man who looks like he could give illya a run for his money in the height department. when he turns, she vaguely recognizes him but she is too hungover to immediately place him. ] It's going to rain.

[shield]

[ Physically, Steve is here, but in every other way he is far away. He couldn't say how long he's been standing outside the safehouse; he's been lost in thought for almost the entire time, so distracted that he didn't even process the notable shift in atmospheric pressure. It's not an easy thing to miss when he's actually paying attention, considering how the weather here tends to bypass the gradual progression stage altogether to shift from one extreme to the next in the blink of an eye.

When a voice drags him back to the present, warning of rain, he glances up at the darkening sky. ]

Thanks. [ He takes a few steps back to join the woman under the awning as recommended. ] It would've taken getting drenched for me to notice if you hadn't said anything.

[myownwoman]

Can't have that.

[ it's a little dismissive, but not in any way that is actually rude. she's simply brushing aside the thanks. mostly because: ]

You are Captain Rogers. [ a beat, squinting up at him even from behind her sunglasses. the mildest glare from the clouds is killing her eyes as it reflects of the metal and glass buildings. ] Daisy showed me your picture.

@carol.danvers

[flyfightwin]

cap? rogers? steve?

daisy mentioned you were here.
hope you don't mind me checking up on you.

[shield]

Just Steve is fine.

I don't mind. It's nice of you to take the time to reach out to a friend of a friend like that.

[ Sorry, Carol. ☠️☠️☠️ ]

[flyfightwin]

a friend of a friend.
well then...

you don't know who i am do you?

[she's not upset. she's gotten the memo from mr sorcerer supreme himself that things like alternate timelines and different points in the same timeline are a thing here. she's still got to figure out what he knows, though she's a little less worried about causing rifts in the space-time continuum or that something she says might affect the future.]

@daisy.johnson

[evite]

i would ask you if you were dead but your network id would probably not let me send this message if you were.
so, assuming you're alive, do you want to get a drink?

[ she could use one. ]

[shield]

You know, a more cynical person might assume you just needed a designated driver.

[ That's not a no... ]

[evite]

who needs a driver in the future?

[ they have honest to god public transit??? ]

but actually i mostly drink at home. i really only go to bars to people watch.
what do you say, captain? bottle's on the house and so's the couch you can crash on after

action.

[evasives]

[ daisy had mentioned idly in passing that someone might be crashing on their couch now and then, and considering how often marcos slept in he and jyn's closet, he doesn't really have any arguments against it. maybe the strangest part is more how often cassian knows he's there but how little they interact more than in passing. probably because he and jyn tend to lock themselves away in anti social seclusion shortly after dinner. ]

[ but it's early one morning when steve is still on the couch when cassian walks out towards the kitchen, seemingly just waking up himself. ]

Caf is rare, but I am making tea, if you would like a cup.

[shield]

[ Steve's presence in the apartment this morning is a conceit of defeat. It is not in his nature to ask for help, nor is he likely to accept charity, but every so often an immovable force meets an unstoppable object. In this case, that unstoppable object was Daisy Johnson's stubborn insistence that Steve stay the night, and the fact that Steve is just now rising from the couch is evidence of how that argument played out.

Despite his concession, Steve had planned to wake early enough that no one else would ever notice he had stayed the night. So naturally Cassian is up just as early and shuffling into the common area just as Steve is readying to head out. ]

Good morning, [ he greets, looking up from his doubled-over position where he was pulling on his shoes. ] Sure, I'll have some tea. Thanks.

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[evite]

[Bad username or site: daisy @ johnson] has just mentioned you

[myownwoman]

[Bad username or site: gaby @ teller] has mentioned you

@gaby.teller

[myownwoman]

I hope you do not mind my mentioning you to Mr Hicks.

[shield]

Not at all. It's always nice to know I'm the only person around who remembers when radio was the cutting edge.

@peter.parker

[webshoots]

[ SOME TIME after his conversation with stephen: ]

Do you ever get told you have one of those faces?

Or... one of those names?

sorry for the lateness!

[shield]

[ that awkward moment when the grown up alternate universe version of that kid you beat up in a German airport messages you but you never actually got his name... ]

My face and name have both been in history books since 1945, so... yeah.

Why?

@anonymous

[deadthenred]

[ Part of the Nick Fury Handbook for Surviving Multiversal Displacement involves finding your allies. So he's going through the network and contacting the names that seem familiar. So far he's had mixed results.

This one he leaves for last. What if it's a different Steve? Worse, what if Steve doesn't want to hear from him? ]

Weird question. Are you a Dodgers fan?

[shield]

It's complicated. On the one hand, they moved to Los Angeles. On the other hand, I'm not rooting for the Yankees.

[ Hey, that is a weird question. ]

Why do you ask?