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Who | Skye + you!
What | Skye arrives and is upset with this entire situation, to absolutely no one's surprise.
Where | Training Center, various locations therein
When | Now
Warnings/Notes | Mild language warnings.

[ District 6 Suite ]

At first when Skye wakes up she thinks Hydra must have her, and it's only the nausea and disorientation sweeping over her that prevents her from trying to physically assault one of the peacekeepers when they come to lead her away.

(Portals are such a bitch. Thanks for nothing, stupid Nordic alien gods.)

It's once they get her to the Training Center and give her the vague welcome spiel that she realizes how wrong she was. This isn't Hydra. This is, if it's even possible, much worse.

She drags herself into the bathroom and stares at her reflection in the mirror, feeling numb and cold as she tries to process what she's been told. A battle to the death. Things were just starting to seem like they'd be able to make a go for the better, and now she's here, trapped in some foreign world for a celebrity deathmatch. Are you kidding me? Are you freaking kidding me? And then: there it is, anger, bubbling up hot and fast. She wrestles it down.

First things first: she needs more information, and she needs to see if she can find her team. Skye pushes her hair back and steps out of the bedroom to meet her suitemates.

[ The Commons ]

She's fiddled with her network device by now, and already figured out the vast breadth of digital information is locked to her--for now. The Tributes list and network had no records of her team, but that doesn't mean anything. They could be here off the record, under lock and key. She knows nothing about how these people operate.

On the other hand, she did see several other familiar names and faces, and her stomach flipped nervously when she saw them. Really? They're pitting a Level 1 agent up against the Avengers? Talk about unfair play.

So in the meantime, she's stuck to good, old-fashioned info hunting. Which is to say, she'd changed into a brightly-colored dress upstairs and is now approaching strangers downstairs with a stunning, confident smile, one hand held out to shake. "Hi! I don't think we've met yet. I'm Skye."

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There's a silence after that, and a look in Bucky's eyes like he's figured something out. He doesn't say what he's thinking directly, though--doesn't start lecturing Skye about the multiverse and all the different worlds that have some of the same heroes. Instead he says, in mild tones, "I don't know. There's a lot of superheroes out there. Hell, you got any idea how many different uses the Deathlok technology's been put to? I fought a bunch of mass-produced ones from the future once myself."

There have been multiple Deathloks besides Mike, she knows that. There was John Garrett, and who knows how many in the years between; there may be more out there now, that Cybertek built and shipped away to corners of the world before her team was able to shut them down.

But mass-produced from the future? She's not sure what SHIELD's "official" stance is on time travel--probably as head-up-the-butt as their stance on psychics--but Coulson, Hand, and every other high level agent she'd interacted with was as ignorant of Cybertek's bionic super soldier program as she'd been, and she's willing to bet a sizable number of voxels Fury didn't know either.

Deathloks she doesn't know about, a red-haired woman named Natasha Romanoff who looks distinctly different from the woman she suspects is the Avenger seen during the Battle of New York, and two men with the same name as a dead SSR agent. A month here named August. Time travel.

She's not even sure how to add it all up, but there's a pattern there, there is, if only she can make the connection.

"Oh yeah? Sounds crazy," she says, conscious of the fact that there are likely bugs everywhere. Her heart is hammering hard in her chest. "You know--I had a chance to glance over the Tribute lists. Pretty weird coincidence, there being two guys with the same name."

"It's a crazy world I come from," he says with a shrug. "Probably a crazy world you come from, too. But they aren't the same place. They've just got a few similarities."

A beat, and he adds, "Like the one where a man with my name was Captain America's partner in both of them." He keeps his expression calm, even though describing himself that way--Captain America's partner--always hurts a little these days. This isn't the place to go deeper into his own past. If there's one blessing to all of this mess, it's that most people here don't know about that past.

Physics, multiple world theories, that's all completely outside her circle of knowledge; she's a hacker and a pseudo-field agent, not a scientist. But everyone on Earth has had their understanding of the scope of the universe expanded drastically since New York, and even before that, when SHIELD was covering up New Mexico, Skye was on top of that intel too.

"Sure sounds like it's crazy," she says. The universe is bigger than they ever imagined, maybe with more worlds than they can count. It's mind-blowing to think that there's different versions of people on those worlds, because that's what it is.

Is there another Skye in his world, too?

"I mean, having even one world where some dude thought plastering himself head to toe in the American flag--actually, no, I can see that happening in every version of America."

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