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[turbos]

[A serum to revive a fallen Avenger, he later hears. There's plenty of irony that comes from that, but then so were the circumstances that had made him fall in the first place. He had grown to hate them, despise them really, refusing to accept that a band of supposed heroes led by Stark himself could mean to do any good. And yet, it took almost no thought at all, nothing but a beat of making the decision before he stood to become a shield for one of those same Avengers he swore to get rid of.

S.H.I.E.L.D. — he wonders if the metaphor of his actions is why they brought him here, a sort of play at having a sense of humor. Not that he even knows where he is when he first wakes up. His first panicked thoughts are where is my sister, darting himself up on the bed, glancing around in confusion when he realizes he's possibly far from the battlefield of Sokovia.

Trying to collect his thoughts before he goes on the fritz, he looks down towards his hand to move it, waiting a beat before he sees the faint blur of his shake. Good, his powers remain in tact. It's the first reassurance he needs before he's pulling off the wires and cords from his body. Standing up in a white gown (do they put me in this paper dress to laugh?), he only takes a moment to breathe before he rushes fast through the rooms.

That's when he learns where he is, though there isn't an answer as to why or how he's there. He remembers the clanking metal, the bullets darting through his back, and even the faint echo of his sister's scream. He had died; he knows it, because he prepared himself for it in that quick beat of a second before he rushed to stand over Clint Barton and the young boy. So how could he be here now? Why would he? The answers won't come even from snooping around. He'll find an exit when he can (he's confident he's fast enough to escape whatever they try to throw at him if they attempt to keep him there; he's held his own against Captain America more than once before), but for now, he needs to at least see if someone can tell him where his sister is since a quick tour showed she hadn't been here.

So he darts in the closest room he can find where a woman with bangs happens to be, spinning her swiftly to divert her attention from her computer and towards the center of the room where he shifts from his blur into a solid figure before her. Still in his gown, he holds up his hands, palms out.]

You wouldn't happen to know where I can find my clothes, would you?

[battleshipping]

[There's a double commotion on the new HQ today, because among the Inhumans that have taken refuge here in the wake of the needless war her mother started, brought here by Skye (who just wants to make things right, for someone), there's also their other classified guest. Skye might not get the whole report from Coulson about him, though he's pretty much implied she's in charge of protecting the base for now, but she knows it's one of the Avengers.

And if they're here, it means they're reusing the Guesthouse. And if the GH325 is being used again, that means Fury still has a say. Of course he does, he had Coulson build him an invisible helicarrier and had it deployed and staffed for Sokovia. So, of course Fury's still noseing in. Retired, her ass.

It's with some bitterness that she accepts this reality they're living in, where not even the Director is in command, where nobody knows where they stand anymore. She stands on the side of her people, of the different and scared, of those who don't deserve persecution.

She also stands on the other line of a secure conversation with Natasha Romanoff, informing her of the progress on the Houseguest (as they're calling him), so she can pass the information on. Not, she expects, that it'll be needed; his sister will feel it, like she felt it when the bullets turned him into swiss cheese.

It's a serious conversation, really. And when the draft comes into her office, she turns quickly to see who's looking for her only to find nothing. He startles her, being in front of her desk instead, but what startles her more is the fact that the hospital dress opens in the back. And she knows this because the wall behind him is made of opaque glass, which is definitely reflecting the image.

And she just texted Agent Romanoff butt. Just that word.]

Did you try the room you woke up in? [Or did you just rushed out with everything dangling?]

[turbos]

[Definitely rushed out with a dangling party. He doesn't quite notice the reflection behind him, but even if he were aware, he's never been quite too shy with exposure. He hasn't searched the first room, but he hasn't exactly been looking for them in the first place. Despite his question, the clothes are the furthest thing from his mind and since she's not displaying a freak out or making attempts to attack him, he can attend to more important inquiries.]

Where is my sister?

[There's no evidence that she'd even know who he's talking about, but he doesn't give much further details than that. Wanda usually handles discussing the details better than he does in conversations.]

[battleshipping]

[Don't look at his butt.] Er. [She looks down. Romanoff answered. butt? Frick. Okay - she terminates that conversation fast, and confirms mission success, spread the jolly news, and closes her laptop. Before answering him.]

Somewhere in the New York state right now, that we know. [She offers him a little smile and looks purposefully at his face. Butts are cute and all, but it's not her first ever come on.]

Hi. I'm Skye. Welcome to SHIELD. I'm supposed to greet you all formal and serious-like, but nobody likes to see a stern face after they come back from almost certain permanent death. [She pokes a thumb at her chest, rolls her eyes,] I'd know.

[A handwave, quickly.] Anyway, the point is - are you hungry?