[ did ward hate him, or did he want a piece of fitz's life, perhaps even the whole of it, coloured by empathy long before this world made him glow blue? fitz thinks that might be what ophelia desired. wouldn't surprise him if the same was true for a great many of their adversaries.
her words make him still, fingers curling tight into the fabric of the sofa. the best, she says, like it's that simple, dragged here by the cosmos to solve the mystery with his cleverness. he thinks of robin, her little hand brushing over his own, you have to save them. her prophecy, that if there is to be a future at all, fitz needs to rescue his friends — that he's the only one who can. his mouth curves downward. another flickering memory, of jemma holding his hand, eyes sad but smile fond, as daisy tried to change the timeline.
maybe some things are inevitable. maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe — ]
Maybe you need to go back to basics, same as me and Bobbi. [ a soft utterance. rewind is the watchword. ] Only you had a different start.
[ don't do it the SHIELD way; do it the daisy way, well, the skye way. ]
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her words make him still, fingers curling tight into the fabric of the sofa. the best, she says, like it's that simple, dragged here by the cosmos to solve the mystery with his cleverness. he thinks of robin, her little hand brushing over his own, you have to save them. her prophecy, that if there is to be a future at all, fitz needs to rescue his friends — that he's the only one who can. his mouth curves downward. another flickering memory, of jemma holding his hand, eyes sad but smile fond, as daisy tried to change the timeline.
maybe some things are inevitable. maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe — ]
Maybe you need to go back to basics, same as me and Bobbi. [ a soft utterance. rewind is the watchword. ] Only you had a different start.
[ don't do it the SHIELD way; do it the daisy way, well, the skye way. ]