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█ SILVER EYES / REACHING FOR PARADISE / I'VE SEEN IT A MILLION TIMES █
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[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?