It's Your Move
“Land on an earth where my girlfriend is practically Taylor Swift…” Scott said looking over the magazines Jemma had bought as souvenirs.
“Who’s…” Seven started “never mind, you can explain it later”
“See, you’re learning.” Jas said with a sarcastic smile as she walked past.
“UGH! Why are there so many pictures of me with Logan Paul?” Daisy asked, flipping through her alternate self’s Instagram.
“You two dated for a few months” Jemma said.
Daisy’s made a face “Ew, really?”
“Well, he’s a bit more of a respected commentator here.” Scott said, reading off his computer “More ‘The Angry Video Game Nerd’ or the ‘Nostalgia Critic” than whatever BS he does back home. It ended about a month ago, with you two in a restaurant. You ordered the most expensive wine on the menu, took one sip, then smashed him over the head with the bottle and walked out. No one knows why.”
“Go me, I guess” She said. “How am I a singer? I can’t even keep a tune.”
Scott pointed over his shoulder at Seven reading one of the magazines “Like I said, beauty of the concept. If you can dream it, it’s out there somewhere.”
“Whatcha reading?” Daisy asked Seven, yanking the magazine out of her hands. “Relationship advice?”
“Can you blame me for trying?”
Daisy handed her look-alike back what she’d been reading.
“What are our options?” she asked.
“We need another six hours and change before we can make another jump” Thawne said. “These machines seem to have developed minds of their own.”
Daisy turned to Fitz “I thought you said it was nineteen hours from the jump TO the dead world for the other machine to be ready.”
“I was wrong….”
“Wrong?”
“I used a fomula based on the jump from Skye’s world to Barry’s.” Fitz said “It would seem that not all jumps are made equal and having two machines in close proximity...”
“So what you’re saying is” Scott said, putting his hand up to get Fitz to stop talking “…We don’t exactly know what it takes to make these machines jump.”
“Might as well get some rest.”
“You two get anything on the engines?” Scott asked Fitz and Thawne
“Given how primitive even your technology is comparied to mine, I was able to to quickly come to a conculsion…” Thawne began.
“There is no reason that thing should not be running, something is seriously wrong.”
“That’s it?”
“I’m a scientist, not a grease monkey…”
“1950s slang, not 2010s…”
A few hours later.
“Daisy? You still awake?” Scott asked as they lay together in their bunk.
“Yeah.” She rolled over to face him “What’s the matter?”
“I can’t help but think someone is watching us.” He said “Ever since that light. Hell, they could be watching us right now.”
‘Who would anyone want to watch two people have… Never mind…”
She slid closer to him till they were face to face.
“Let’s not think about those things right now” she said nuzzling him “Get some sleep, or I’m gonna try to sing ‘Mystery Date.”
“Can’t sing if you can’t use your mouth.” He said, kissing her.
Outside, Seven sat on her cot the floor. Fitz had just woken her up for her shift on watch. She sat there looking at the door to the bedroom where Jas was asleep.
“Why…” she said quietly “Why do I love you so much? You’re everything I’m supposed to be against but there is nothing in the world I wouldn’t give to see you happy…”
She got up and quietly stepped out of the plane into the cool, night time air.
Seven found a rock near the edge of the hill, looking down at the city below.
“I probably don’t have much time left before I lose my mind.” She said “I guess I shouldn’t waste it.”
She reached into her pocket and pulled out her, or Skye’s, wallet and pulled out a picture of Jas kept in a special compartment. A picture of Jas naked. She stared at it, then slid her hands into her pants and began to masturbate to it.
“There you are!” She heard a voice yell.
“Oh fuck!” she screamed, pulling her hand out of her underwear.
“You’re a hard woman to find Ms. Johnson. Everyone’s been looking for you. Are you alright?” The man said walking towards her. He was a tall thin, African-American man with dark glasses in a grey suit.
“Who the hell are you?”
“Now, now… I know I’ve only been working your division for a few months, but you could at least bother to remember my name… Paul Carter?”
“what do you want?” She asked.
“It’s your move…”
She stood there.
“What?”
“I’m with CHESSBOARD. Are you, high or something?”
“Excuse me?”
“Look, just come with me, we’ve got work to do.” He said, pulling her hand “and by ‘we’ I mean you.”
“Let go of me.” She yelled. On instinct she raised her arm to use her powers on him, but forgot she still had the inhibitor on.
She then went for plan B as he grabbed her hand.
“HELP!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “SCOTT! DAISY! HELP!”
“What’s the matter with you? The Board needs its Queen.” He asked as he dragged her down the hill.
Mr. Carter heard a click behind him
“Alright pal, I’m giving you to the count of three to let the girl go.” Scott said, gun pointed at the man’s head.
“Who the hell are you?”
“Nobody. Now let go of her.” Scott ordered
“You don’t have any clue who you’re messing with.”
“Neither do you.” Daisy said, stepping around
“Agent Johnson? The man asked looking at both young women “How… But…”
“Suffice to say things just got more complicated.” A voice said in the distance.
“Oh shit” Mr. Carter said
A woman walked up the hill, flanked by two taller men in suits and followed by people in combat gear with a chess pawn drawn on their chest armor.
“I’m ‘King’, the leader of Chessboard” She said.
“Can we just call you Natasha Romanoff?” Scott asked.
Meanwhile
May was wandering around her mistress’s base of operations when she heard yelling down a side corridor. It was strange, because it wasn’t the yelling of passion. It was the yelling of rage.
“When I get out of this I’m gonna snap her neck.” A voice, a woman’s echoed down the hall.
“Calm down” A second voice, a male responded. “I’m sure Wally’s gotten help and they’re looking for us as we speak.
“I don’t know. I’ve never heard of this ‘Hydra’ bunch” a third voice, also male, added “We might be beyond their reach.”
May peaked around the corner into the room. The three who’d been speaking were chained to the wall by thick irons. One of the men had a strange collar around his neck. The woman was wearing a fancy dress like the others but was obviously nether a member of the menagerie or a soldier. Because May could tell she was unhappy.
“Hello? Do you three serve mistress?” May asked of the three.
“You can kinda say that…” The woman said, fighting with her chains.
“Zari, you’re just gonna hurt yourself.” The taller man said. “I’m Ray, that’s Zari and over there is Nate. We’re waiting for our friends to find us so we can kick your boss’s ass and get our captain back.”
“She’s not my boss. She’s my mistress.” May said. “I love her.”
“No talking to them, my lady. Mistress’ orders” Sara said, entering. “They are simply here to complete mistress’ plan.”
“What’s that?
“Why, the plan for your resurrection, of course.”
“Sara?” Ray asked.
“Hello Ray. Hello Nate. Hello Zari. Now all of you get back to work.” She said, pressing a button on her uniform that sent electrical shocks through the three.
“Follow me, my lady.” Sara said to May, leaving the three Legends lying in pain.
“Do you know them?” May asked.
“I used to be their leader, until Mistress showed me a whole new way to look at the world. The Mistress’ pleasure justifies my obedience.”