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dressed in black

Who: Daisy Johnson, Jesse Pinkman, Matt Murdock and YOU
When: November 27th
Where: Planet camp
What: Daisy wakes up from cryo
Warnings: Slight gore, brief nudity. Otherwise will update as necessary

For Jesse:
[To say Daisy woke up disorientated was an understatement. The searing pain in her arm, where she had broken it to the point that honestly she could lose use of it. Her shoulder also hurt a lot, as she had been shot by a member of the Watchdogs just minutes ago. Or at least it had been, but then she woke up here more confused than ever.

She remembered not remembering this place, until she was back here and all the memories came flooding back to her. They were still stuck on this planet. Stumbling out of the chamber, it became apparent pretty quickly that she was naked. In a panic, Daisy grabbed the first thing she saw that at least covered her partially. People were staring, which only made her want to get the hell out of there that much faster. She could feel the blood dripping down her bare back as she attempted to cover at least the important parts of her.

Talk about a hot mess.]

For Matt:

[Daisy hadn’t been back long, so things were still difficult for her considering she was thrown back into this. Like dealing with the crap she had been back home wasn’t bad enough. At least here she wasn’t a wanted criminal.

It was hard to keep her distance when so many other people were hurting, emotionally, from this wreck. Apparently she hadn’t been gone long, but she still did her best to stay out of peoples way. However, when she spotted someone she hadn’t seen in years walking in her direction, Daisy couldn’t help herself.]

Matt?

OTA:

[Daisy looks physically different. Her hair is darker and grown out slightly, and there’s a scar on her face that wasn’t there until coming back. She’s also keeping to herself a lot more. Still, if she sees someone in need of help, or asking for it, she will. A lot of her time is spent walking around, unable to keep still. Even if that’s exactly what her body needs right now in order to heal from the gun shot wound and her arm being in the state it’s in.]

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[Matt's still getting accustomed to, well, frankly, everything. From being whisked away onto a spaceship to having it flash through timeslips to monsters to a crash landing, it's been a pretty rough ride. While he'd been aware of supernatural presences - aliens, and etc - from the incident, but watching the Avengers fight aliens in New York had been one thing. This was something else entirely.]

[And it's quite an adjustment. Physically, he'd been thrashed by the monsters, the crash, and his unending efforts to help others get to safety, and while he's making a quick recovery, he's still slow on his feet.]

[His head snaps up instantly when he hears his name being called, and half-turns in her direction]

Yes? [But wait a second, that voice is familiar. That heartbeat is familiar. It'd be years, but he was almost sure it was--]

---Mary Sue? Is that you?

[Damn. He's grown up a lot since she last saw him over ten years ago. Stepping closer to him, Daisy's eyes roamed over his body. Her expression falling when he calls her by the name she was given at the orphanage.]

Yikes. Been a long time since anyone has called me that.

[The third time a scarred User walks past the makeshift storage tent where Yori is working, she sighs to herself and leans out to wave.

Yori doesn't like announcing her status as a program, so there's only the faintest blue glow under her uniform to hint at it. She likes most of her unexpected crewmates, but it's hard to trust them completely. It's easier to work alongside them when they don't know they could rewrite her mind with a little effort.]

Excuse me? I could use a hand with these supplies, if you've got time.

[Maybe a better option for a damaged User than wandering around. If not, the offer won't hurt.]

[ When Jesse first spots Daisy, the devastating, hopeful, horrifying thought, "…Jane?" is the first thing that slams into his head. The black hair. The dark circles under those eyes. The pale skin.

And then, he realises, with searing relief, that it's Daisy as he scrambles to his feet. That relief is momentary: the state that she's in wipes away that relief as Jesse launches himself into a run towards her, weaving around crew members and leaping over people's belongings to reach her. Why is she naked? Why is she bleeding? Why does she look so different? Where the hell has she been?! ]

Daisy! [ Calling out to her urgently as he's approaching, wide-eyed with alarm and worry and confusion. ]

[Daisy isn't sure if she should be relived or not when she hears Jesse call out to her. Turning at the sound of his voice, it sent a shooting pain through her shoulder to the top of her head. Yeah. She should probably get that bullet out soon.

She doesn't actually say anything, but she stops hurrying off either.]

[Daisy came to a stop when someone waved her down, looking behind her to make sure she wasn't gesturing to someone else before she actually approached.

Her one arm is in a cast, so that might put a damper on her ability to help, but:]

What's up?

[Not a hostile response; off to a good start! Yori smiles and makes an effort to explain.]

I'm taking inventory of the food. We have a lot salvaged after the crash, which is nice, except that it's hard to tell how much should be thrown away, what needs to be used at once, or what can still be kept for later use.

[She gestures at a number of broken crates, plastic packaging exposed through the broken corners, some more battered than others.]

Do you mind? A second opinion would be helpful.

[Not least because Yori will feel better having someone meant to eat food look over these supplies. She's doing her best, but...it's all disgusting in her calculations. Energy is so much more efficient.]

[ That she's naked save for the towel is something Jesse belatedly realises as he's running for her. How much pain she's visibly in, the state she's in, the blood running rivulets down her back, how different she looks, are all details that had struck him first. He leaps over another crew member's salvaged gear just before he's finally reaching Daisy. ]

Daisy... [ He's breathing heavier from running. He looks her up and down with wild concern and confusion. He wants to grab her into a hug, so grateful that she's alive. His hands lightly grip her upper arms instead, as if to support her, as if to physically touch her because he needs to assure himself that it's actually her. ] Jesus... Daisy...

[Yeah. That doesn't help, at all. Even if that's all he's trying to do right now. His grip on her injured arm has her hissing in pain, and the fact that she's so tense right now is not helping the bullet in her shoulder.

Which is why she tries to squirm out of his hold on her.]

Get tweezers.

[In other words: Hi Jesse.]

[ He's snatching his hands away from her apologetically the moment she hisses and flinches in pain. Stupid of him. He can see the sick angle her arm is hanging. He stares her pale face all over, and his hands reach up to push her black hair away away from it. Then he's reaching down for the towel, taking hold of it to help try and cover her up more. He's so careful how he does this with how much pain she's in. ]

C'mon. C'mon, let's get you to the medbay tent.

[Her mouth felt dry and there was a wall of white slowly coming into her line of vision, which she knew was not good. It's not the first time she's fainted, but she couldn't exactly stop it. By the time he's got his hands on the towel she's barely able to stand upright.]

Simmons is on her way.

[Simmons is not on her way. Not here anyway, she had lured her to an apartment in the hopes that she'd bite and come to help her, but that was not going to happen here.]

Who?! [ Seeing Daisy become even paler than she already is, however, seeing a glazed look starting to wash across her face and her eyes, Jesse is reaching for her again in alarm. ] Hey, hey, c'mon, Daisy--

Simmons.

[C'mon, you don't know who Simmons is, Jesse? What's wrong with you?!

He better be holding onto the only thing keeping from exposing everything to everyone, because she's about to fall to the ground.]

[ Who the hell is Simmons?! It's a peripheral question, though, with Daisy looking like she's about to collapse. His hands grab at the towel and hold it up against her chest to cover her nakedness. Bracing himself to grab hold of her at the same time. God, she's a mess. A bloodied, broken mess. It's horrifying, makes all the affection he's grown to develop for her twist into a nervous, worried knot. He throws a wild look over his shoulder. ]

Somebody! Somebody, I need help over here--!

[Daisy only vaguely remembers being treated, which was probably for the best because the pain was pretty damn bad. Her arm was set in an actual cast now at least, and the bullet was out of her shoulder.

For once she actually had pain meds that worked and didn't have to resort to alcohol. Although, the possibly bad thing was she spaced out to hell on them. To the point that she doesn't even remember getting into Jesse's tent.]

Why is the roof so close to my face?

[ There's barely any room for two people in Jesse's tent, let alone to sit up in it, though Jesse is squished beside her, sitting up with the tent roof pressing down on him, watching Daisy while chewing his fingernails and picking at them. He's been sitting here like that ever since he'd brought her back to the tent and helped her climb in. He hasn't left her side since he found her. When Daisy suddenly, finally stirs, he stops fidgeting long enough to look at her with alert eyes.

He leans forward, into her line of vision. Oh, thank god. ]

You're in my shitty ass tent. That's all. [ A small, soft, worried smile as he reaches a hand out to touch her face, gently urging her to turn her face towards him. ] Hey there.

[She's so beyond confused right now. What was actually real and what wasn't? Because, honestly, none of this actually felt real. She remembered not remembering this place, but then she's suddenly back and here and how could she actually forget?

Eyes going in and out of focus, Daisy let him manipulate her head until she's looking at him.]

Oh my god. You're a giant.

[Yep, that explained everything.]

[ That doped out response of hers draws a soft laugh out of Jesse. Normally, he'd have some kind of comeback to that. Instead, his laugh and his smile fades as he watches her pensively while stroking her cheek with his thumb. ]

You scared me.

[Daisy attempts to move her face away from his hand, she really doesn't want affection. Not now. Not from him. Jesse might've even noticed the scar on her face, although it had faded quite a bit it was still obvious. Especially with how pale her skin was at the moment.]

Why?

[ He does notice the scar. He wonders what the hell happened. Why she looks so fragile and broken. With it obvious that she doesn't want to be touched, however, he quickly draws his hand away with self-reproach. He peers down at her, that same pensive look on his face. ]

'Cause I thought you'd gone.

[Her eyes stay on him for a minute, thinking she had responded to him. She hadn't, obviously. Seriously. What the hell had they given her? Daisy closed her eyes when the tent started doing weird things that made her brain hurt.]

That's because I did.

Uh, yeah. Sure.

[She's not sure why she's exactly needed for this. It was pretty simple to tell when food has gone off. Still, it gives Daisy something to do.

Looking at all the crates, Daisy opened one of them. Whatever it was, it wasn't distingushable now. Mostly because it had been so torn up on the journey here from the looks of it.]

Well, this should probably go. Do you have a trash can?

[ She's so out of it. He's about to tell her not to worry about it now, go to sleep, when she finally speaks. Drawing his knees up towards his chest, Jesse loosely wraps his arms around them. She looks so frail, so small. Wherever she went, whatever time or place she was pulled to, it's done terrible things to her. It freaks him out. ]

We don't gotta talk about it. I'm just glad you're back.

[Her whole body feels like it's vibrating a lot more than it usually does, but nothing seems to be shaking around her as a result at least?]

I don't know if I am or not. At least there's no Watchdogs here.

[Yes, because Jesse knew who those people are. He still doesn't know she even has a power. Which she kind of drops on him right now:]

They go after Inhumans like me. One of them shot me in the shoulder. Seriously, what is it with my shoulders? I got shot in the other one a while back.

[ A furrow of his brow. She's mentioned Inhumans to him before, hasn't she? Maybe she's concussed, though. Or just delirious from the pain meds. Maybe both. He unwraps an arm from around his knees and reaches out to tug the ratty blanket further up over her.

That this isn't the first time she's been shot before, though... ]

Jesus...

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