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Mar. 31st, 2016 02:25 amBreaks are absolutely necessary. Fitz is absolutely sure of it. He's been working on a bit of tech all day, his eyes glued to several monitors while he worked out calculations, but after so long working the same problem, his eyes had begun to cross. Ordinarily, that'd be when he'd see what Simmons was up to, but she hadn't come into the L.A.B. yet.
Hence, Fitz's current method of distraction.
There's a little cafe not far from the subway entrance they use for their base, and while Fitz is sure that it's probably best if he doesn't frequent it, they have, quite possibly, one of the best roast turkey rueben that he's ever eaten. No, it's not the sandwich he'd prefer to be eating, but it hits the spot, especially on a day like today.
And the fact that it's nice out and Fitz can take a table on the cafe's patio is a plus, especially so far as procrastinating on adjusting the observed frequencies on hearing apparatuses goes.
It's not as easy as one might think.
Hence, Fitz's current method of distraction.
There's a little cafe not far from the subway entrance they use for their base, and while Fitz is sure that it's probably best if he doesn't frequent it, they have, quite possibly, one of the best roast turkey rueben that he's ever eaten. No, it's not the sandwich he'd prefer to be eating, but it hits the spot, especially on a day like today.
And the fact that it's nice out and Fitz can take a table on the cafe's patio is a plus, especially so far as procrastinating on adjusting the observed frequencies on hearing apparatuses goes.
It's not as easy as one might think.
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Sep. 30th, 2015 10:21 pmHe's been working on more and more lately.
It started with the arrows for Clint. He knows that there was someone else doing it back home. For the other Agent Barton, that is, but in Darrow, even though they're facing different threats, he figured it was the sort of thing that might be appreciated.
From there, it had spiraled. Over time, his hand has started getting better, and though it still shakes, it's not nearly as severely as before. Words have started coming easier most of the time. And as such, Fitz has started a project.
The people who say they were taken from their homes and brought to whatever dimension Darrow is in have said that they've been around for over three years now. And though he's sure that in that time, people have tried researching the nature of the city, he's decided to give it a shot himself. And as such he's started working on a prototype.
Sitting on a couch in his flat, Fitz is surrounded by various components, some repurposed from appliances on-hand, others purchased from stores in Darrow with the meager money that's deposited into his bank account every month, and he's working on a device that will measure various electromagnetic fields in the city.
Maybe back home he hadn't had much of a purpose, but he's trying to find one here, at least. Even if it means looking for a way out.
It started with the arrows for Clint. He knows that there was someone else doing it back home. For the other Agent Barton, that is, but in Darrow, even though they're facing different threats, he figured it was the sort of thing that might be appreciated.
From there, it had spiraled. Over time, his hand has started getting better, and though it still shakes, it's not nearly as severely as before. Words have started coming easier most of the time. And as such, Fitz has started a project.
The people who say they were taken from their homes and brought to whatever dimension Darrow is in have said that they've been around for over three years now. And though he's sure that in that time, people have tried researching the nature of the city, he's decided to give it a shot himself. And as such he's started working on a prototype.
Sitting on a couch in his flat, Fitz is surrounded by various components, some repurposed from appliances on-hand, others purchased from stores in Darrow with the meager money that's deposited into his bank account every month, and he's working on a device that will measure various electromagnetic fields in the city.
Maybe back home he hadn't had much of a purpose, but he's trying to find one here, at least. Even if it means looking for a way out.
It's strange that he hasn't seen Simmons in a while.
The Simmons he's been speaking with since after the real one left back at S.H.I.E.L.D., of course, not Jemma... who the Director told him arrived in Darrow several days ago. Fitz has been aware of her arrival since almost immediately after she turned up, and since then...
Well... Fitz went by to see she was alright early on, to be certain that nothing about the dimension they're all in now would alter whether or not she made it through decompression okay. Logic said she'd make it through, of course, but he'd never been on this side of it before. He'd still been in a coma when all that happened, when she'd decided to leave.
He's still not certain why she did.
And he still couldn't bring himself to stick around the hospital very long.
He hears about when she's released, but manages to keep himself scarce. There's work with the equipment he's engineering for Agent Barton, and a few other things he wants to begin work on, so it's not as if he has to put too much effort into avoiding her.
Besides, she avoided him first.
Fitz can't get his hand to work properly tonight-- there's some intricate wiring on an arrowhead that he isn't quite steady enough for just now-- so he decides to take a bit of a break, gathering up laundry that's accumulated in his flat over the past week and a half and heading down to the building's shared laundry room.
If nothing else, it'll be a chance to clear his head.
The Simmons he's been speaking with since after the real one left back at S.H.I.E.L.D., of course, not Jemma... who the Director told him arrived in Darrow several days ago. Fitz has been aware of her arrival since almost immediately after she turned up, and since then...
Well... Fitz went by to see she was alright early on, to be certain that nothing about the dimension they're all in now would alter whether or not she made it through decompression okay. Logic said she'd make it through, of course, but he'd never been on this side of it before. He'd still been in a coma when all that happened, when she'd decided to leave.
He's still not certain why she did.
And he still couldn't bring himself to stick around the hospital very long.
He hears about when she's released, but manages to keep himself scarce. There's work with the equipment he's engineering for Agent Barton, and a few other things he wants to begin work on, so it's not as if he has to put too much effort into avoiding her.
Besides, she avoided him first.
Fitz can't get his hand to work properly tonight-- there's some intricate wiring on an arrowhead that he isn't quite steady enough for just now-- so he decides to take a bit of a break, gathering up laundry that's accumulated in his flat over the past week and a half and heading down to the building's shared laundry room.
If nothing else, it'll be a chance to clear his head.
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Oct. 31st, 2014 03:16 pmHe's damaged goods now and everyone knows it. Just walking through the lab full of scientists, Fitz can feel how invisible he is to everyone. They're either not paying attention to him because he doesn't matter anymore, because he's about as valuable to all of this as an old boot, or they're trying not to look at him because they're trying not to look at him like a freak.
He's not sure which is worse.
Fitz, everyone here knows how valuable you are to the team.
Simmons insists things are still the same. He's sure they're not. Her talking to him like this is evidence of that.
He gets up from his desk and she follows, through the lab, like a ghost. This isn't their lab, it's a lab. He feels useless, extraneous, and despite what people keep telling him, Fitz is convinced that any day now, they're going to relocate him to some other facility, out of the way. He's no good here.
Perhaps they need our assistance if they're looking for a way to neutralize Creel's ability, Simmons says, and it's a good point, he can't help but think. Especially because--
"No one has our experience with gifteds," he says, because he and Simmons have been looking into them, researching them for ages now. Or rather, they had been. But--
Of course we can't just hijack the project from them. That would shatter their confidence,
"Do not want to do that...Or, do we?"
But it's a silly idea, he hasn't got anything to contribute here. And even if he did, it's not as if they're keen on coming to him for his experience on the matter. Experience which is quite vast, mind you.
Fitz starts to stretch with a sigh, when something sitting in one of the printers in the lab catches his eye.
Look, there's a packet of research they just left laying about willy nilly for anyone to see, Simmons says, and of course she's seen it first. She always seems to notice these things before he does.
"It's Creel's DNA results." It's a logical test to have run, but it's going to take them ages to work this out, unless--
Interesting, shall we see what we can do with these?
He's ahead of her this time, and Fitz is already removing the results from the printer and holding them close before she's finished speaking.
"Yes we shall, Simmons. Yes we shall," he says, and he turns to head back to his desk, this time almost thankful that no one's paying him any attention or will notice that he's the one who's taken the print-out.
Only when Fitz turns, there's a train coming right at him and he can't move.
"Simmons... why is there a train in the lab?"
He's not sure which is worse.
Fitz, everyone here knows how valuable you are to the team.
Simmons insists things are still the same. He's sure they're not. Her talking to him like this is evidence of that.
He gets up from his desk and she follows, through the lab, like a ghost. This isn't their lab, it's a lab. He feels useless, extraneous, and despite what people keep telling him, Fitz is convinced that any day now, they're going to relocate him to some other facility, out of the way. He's no good here.
Perhaps they need our assistance if they're looking for a way to neutralize Creel's ability, Simmons says, and it's a good point, he can't help but think. Especially because--
"No one has our experience with gifteds," he says, because he and Simmons have been looking into them, researching them for ages now. Or rather, they had been. But--
Of course we can't just hijack the project from them. That would shatter their confidence,
"Do not want to do that...Or, do we?"
But it's a silly idea, he hasn't got anything to contribute here. And even if he did, it's not as if they're keen on coming to him for his experience on the matter. Experience which is quite vast, mind you.
Fitz starts to stretch with a sigh, when something sitting in one of the printers in the lab catches his eye.
Look, there's a packet of research they just left laying about willy nilly for anyone to see, Simmons says, and of course she's seen it first. She always seems to notice these things before he does.
"It's Creel's DNA results." It's a logical test to have run, but it's going to take them ages to work this out, unless--
Interesting, shall we see what we can do with these?
He's ahead of her this time, and Fitz is already removing the results from the printer and holding them close before she's finished speaking.
"Yes we shall, Simmons. Yes we shall," he says, and he turns to head back to his desk, this time almost thankful that no one's paying him any attention or will notice that he's the one who's taken the print-out.
Only when Fitz turns, there's a train coming right at him and he can't move.
"Simmons... why is there a train in the lab?"
