[ She doesn't have a word for the glowing centre of her chest other than glowing centre of her chest. Referring to the bond seemed the most expedient, to make the most sense, if only because she isn't aware that the others believe they house a portal of some sort in their own bodies. But she does know of the circumstances that may trigger the burning sensation from her trawling through the network.
As it is, Peggy shrugs one shoulder, dropping her hand into her lap. ]
It was burning when I woke up. I've read about the possible causes but I still don't understand how it's possible.
[ And as far as she's aware, she isn't missing any time. The dates still line up. So that leaves the sudden appearance of her necklace. ]
[ he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, as he thinks over how to respond. he feels confident in aspects of his approach to to this world and its peculiarities, but uncertainties persist. ]
It's only a theory, but it seems to burn when something flows through us — emotions, objects, ourselves. [ and rattling them off, ] It's an opening, a portal, a transfer in progress, or something like it. Connected to us, tapping into us. I don't know.
[ he drags one hand up, carding it through his short curls. ]
We may have come through a portal to get here, but in doing so, well, we've become gateways ourselves.
No testing for that, I suppose, [ she murmurs after a beat, considering him and his words. She handles this information better than she did the reveal of her true ability; partly because she's rested and recovered, and partly because it's a unique quality they all share rather than a single particularity.
Peggy resists the urge to touch her chest again and instead lets her fingertips drift higher to the pendant resting above her collarbone. ] But it does explain my mother's necklace turning up this morning. I thought I'd lost it when they took me.
[ Items they value turn up on their person, just as they all seem to wake up in their own beds in the event of a disappearance. How does it find them? How do they find Point A again? Like a yo-yo or some kind of homing beacon. And there are no further answers as to how or why. She exhales, grimacing only faintly when her ribs protest the expansiveness of the breath, and looks back out over the water.
After a beat, she moves on. ]
So our best course of action is to run a myriad of DNA tests and compare our results to the local population and perhaps those creatures, too, if they came through the same way we did. Maybe we'll manage to narrow down that interactant — if it's present in our cellular structure. Maybe it isn't. But it's the only start we have.
[ when she mentions the necklace, he turns to look back at her. daisy had experienced the same thing, and he'd received the photo of jemma, too. his expression softens at the edges, even as she shifts back to business. he thinks to say i'm glad you have something from home but can't find the words. ]
That it is. [ test their DNA, complicate some theories and toss out others, hope they don't blink out of this bloody universe before they land on something solid. ] So, we'll figure out how to ask our fellow displaced and local agents, run the tests, and go from there.
[ he stands, rolling his weight on the balls of his feet. ]
But first — [ jerking his head in the direction of the market. ] Could go for some dessert.
[ She does wonder how their fellow displaced would take this development, should they choose to pursue it as far as they can manage. Maybe some people aren't built to seek out and solve puzzles the way they are, perhaps that's what makes them such excellent agents — what serves as a criteria for the SSR in the 1940s and SHIELD in the 2010s. Maybe it's because they were in the business of creating and studying what the world calls superheroes and now they're living it, twisted on its head.
Will having answers point the way back home or will it just make it easier to live in this city until then? That's something she hasn't answered for herself yet. But as she watches Fitz pull himself to his feet, she wonders why he's as invested as she is. Because he's certainly invested, far more deeply than she even realised. That's another why she'd like to chase, amongst other things. ]
Peckish already? [ she teases as she rises gingerly from her seat, falling into step with him. In the same light, conversational tone: ] You must be feeling better.
[ Their mission wasn't too long ago. She'd been unsteady then, but so had he, in his own way. ]
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As it is, Peggy shrugs one shoulder, dropping her hand into her lap. ]
It was burning when I woke up. I've read about the possible causes but I still don't understand how it's possible.
[ And as far as she's aware, she isn't missing any time. The dates still line up. So that leaves the sudden appearance of her necklace. ]
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It's only a theory, but it seems to burn when something flows through us — emotions, objects, ourselves. [ and rattling them off, ] It's an opening, a portal, a transfer in progress, or something like it. Connected to us, tapping into us. I don't know.
[ he drags one hand up, carding it through his short curls. ]
We may have come through a portal to get here, but in doing so, well, we've become gateways ourselves.
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No testing for that, I suppose, [ she murmurs after a beat, considering him and his words. She handles this information better than she did the reveal of her true ability; partly because she's rested and recovered, and partly because it's a unique quality they all share rather than a single particularity.
Peggy resists the urge to touch her chest again and instead lets her fingertips drift higher to the pendant resting above her collarbone. ] But it does explain my mother's necklace turning up this morning. I thought I'd lost it when they took me.
[ Items they value turn up on their person, just as they all seem to wake up in their own beds in the event of a disappearance. How does it find them? How do they find Point A again? Like a yo-yo or some kind of homing beacon. And there are no further answers as to how or why. She exhales, grimacing only faintly when her ribs protest the expansiveness of the breath, and looks back out over the water.
After a beat, she moves on. ]
So our best course of action is to run a myriad of DNA tests and compare our results to the local population and perhaps those creatures, too, if they came through the same way we did. Maybe we'll manage to narrow down that interactant — if it's present in our cellular structure. Maybe it isn't. But it's the only start we have.
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That it is. [ test their DNA, complicate some theories and toss out others, hope they don't blink out of this bloody universe before they land on something solid. ] So, we'll figure out how to ask our fellow displaced and local agents, run the tests, and go from there.
[ he stands, rolling his weight on the balls of his feet. ]
But first — [ jerking his head in the direction of the market. ] Could go for some dessert.
[ it'll help ease the portal revelation, too. ]
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Will having answers point the way back home or will it just make it easier to live in this city until then? That's something she hasn't answered for herself yet. But as she watches Fitz pull himself to his feet, she wonders why he's as invested as she is. Because he's certainly invested, far more deeply than she even realised. That's another why she'd like to chase, amongst other things. ]
Peckish already? [ she teases as she rises gingerly from her seat, falling into step with him. In the same light, conversational tone: ] You must be feeling better.
[ Their mission wasn't too long ago. She'd been unsteady then, but so had he, in his own way. ]