[It's hard to fully avoid reflective surfaces in the lab setting. Sleek chrome surfaces provide entirely too much visibility.
The message arrives on a tabletop, and startles him out of his chair entirely.]
I'm not interested today, Doctor Banner.
[It's Bruce. It's always Bruce -- he's sure of it. This isn't the first contact something from the mirror side has made. Even if the others all say Bruce has gone back home, Fitz is sure that he's just in hiding somewhere. That means that his mirror is still there, waiting to toy with him again.]
No need. I already know the players. There's I, the villain. There's your dear friend, who you can hardly trust to save you. There's you: pathetic, sniveling you.
There's your precious Jemma... So beautiful and kind. So undeserving of the scraps you have left to give her.
[That's... not at all what Bruce would say. Moreover, there aren't many people who'd casually use his given name like that. He squints, and the shaking settles as curiosity seizes him instead.]
... Klaus?
[It might not be. Maybe it's even his own mirror. There are too many variables to be sure of any one thing.]
[Because that's not terrifying at all. He'll just get right on throwing a dropcloth over the lab table and spending the rest of the day skirting any questions about why his bad hand won't stop shaking. They'll chalk it up to lingering trauma from reliving the ocean incident. Perfectly normal, really.
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The message arrives on a tabletop, and startles him out of his chair entirely.]
I'm not interested today, Doctor Banner.
[It's Bruce. It's always Bruce -- he's sure of it. This isn't the first contact something from the mirror side has made. Even if the others all say Bruce has gone back home, Fitz is sure that he's just in hiding somewhere. That means that his mirror is still there, waiting to toy with him again.]
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always so afraid, leo is. ]
Ah. Is that the other long lost friend? What a pity; you have so many.
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Pity you're trapped on that side. I'd introduce you round.
[This is terrible everything is terrible. His heart's already jumped faster than anything healthy.]
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No need. I already know the players. There's I, the villain. There's your dear friend, who you can hardly trust to save you. There's you: pathetic, sniveling you.
There's your precious Jemma... So beautiful and kind. So undeserving of the scraps you have left to give her.
What other details would you like to hear?
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Leave her out of this.
[He can endure anything , he thinks, but he can't bear to imagine anything hurting a hair on her perfect head.]
fuck why'd i do text
I have no interest in a hair on her head. I want you, Leo.
But I hope she's there to see you suffer.
because html is dumb
... Klaus?
[It might not be. Maybe it's even his own mirror. There are too many variables to be sure of any one thing.]
true
it's best to keep him on his toes. ]
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There's nothing wrong at all.]