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Since she left a week ago, before he woke, leaving his gift under the tree and a letter explaining that she had been called to an assignment, Alexander has been worried. A week is a long time. But Skye had prepared him for this; she'd told him that when missions came up, they would be unexpected, and she could be gone for long periods. The gift, the large box under the tree, remained unopened, despite temptations to tear it asunder. But as of now, it was a hope that he held onto, that he would be able to open it when she returned. His occasional visions had not helped matters; he saw Skye encased in her coccoon, but no more context. He had sought help understanding it, but to no avail; the few Olympians he could contact had no help to give, the Asgardians who might have known something were tight-lipped, and he had no way to contact SHIELD without bursting in, sword in hand, which no doubt would have gone over badly. A frustrating feeling to be impotent in such a matter, especially when you're a god. And so he's been home, not for long, as the doormat is still wet and cold with freshly melted snow, his gear stripped off and left in the doorway after entering his apartment again. That box still sits under the tree, a constant reminder of Skye's absence. And so once again, for the moment at least, there is nothing more he can do, except drink. At least one of those bottles of tequila from their first meeting is still here.
*
There was just a basic need and rush to be home. After she's eaten a full meal and had a shower, another nap and a full meal, at least Blackagar gave her contact information in case she was in trouble and needed a quick get away from her current position. But it was a quick ride home, if anyone could call it that. Smack in the middle of Hell's Kitchen, Skye looked around expectantly.. and found nothing. So with a sigh, she trudged along the streets, the cold air not bothering her too much, the snow batted from her eyelashes with a blink of an eye, and the horrible gate pushed aside so that she could enter into the tenement.
She spies the disturbed snow, studying the footprints for a moment before she heads inside, taking that same path those footprints had taken, at least they were drying. All of the worrying thoughts were pushed out of her mind as soon as she pulls out her keys, a little smile drawn upon her face as she begins to unlock the door, pushing it open at a peek first, and then enters inside. "Alex?" She calls out, looking towards the tree to see his gift unopened. Phew. She didn't miss it. "Alex? I'm hoome!"
*
Alex has been home long enough to only make it through about two shots of that tequila; enough to make him 'happy', but not enough to make him drunk by any stretch. Even if he'd had more, the effects probably wouldn't last long (thanks, dad), but he's feeling a little bit buzzed, and the voice at the door has him springing to his feet a little too quickly, his balance failing him for only a moment as he stumbles toward the door. "Skye! Gods, where have you BEEEEN?!" He practically tackles the girl, throwing his arms around her in a very tight embrace, regardless of whether or not she's even had time to get her coat and boots off. Someone is happy to see her.
*
"Alex!" There was an equal amount of excitement there, her arms immediately joining around his neck, hugging him completely even though the clash of bodies left her stumbling. She could smell tequilla, but more importantly, she could smell him! Something that she's long missed since the week that she was gone. And at least she too, smells decently. She didn't feel completely gross, after all. "I.. I went to go and help someone get their kingdom back.." She confesses, but pulls away so that she could plant kisses upon his cheek, her body twisting and turning so that she could get out of her jacket, not to mention her shoes, her feet were cold! "But it was so weird.." She says in between kisses, her hands pushing him further into the house so that she could get a little bit of heat in her bones. "..I was stuck for a.. while and I couldn't see anything or hear anything.. I'm so hungry and.. I just want to lay with you and get warm and I miss you.."
*
Alex lets the embrace linger for a few moments, returning kisses and not releasing his grip on her until he's had his fill, at least for the moment. He lets her remove her coat, and immediately pulls her back to him. It may be cold, and the apartment isn't warm, but he is. "Stuck?" The image he'd seen of her encased in that coccoon flood back into his mind. "Like you were in a.. shell?" He'd seen it. He just didn't know when, or where. His smile turns to a grimace, and he looks her over for a moment. It comes back shortly though, just happy that she'd come back to him. "Get in here. I'll turn on the heat, and order Chinese food." Lots of Chinese food. "And you can tell me everything," he says, pulling her from the entryway through the living room toward the bedroom. Blankets. Warm.
*
Even as he pulls her back towards him, she continues to maul him with kisses, even little bites to his ear. Yes, he was warm, but she wasn't using him for that, she genuinely missed him and the feel of him against her skin. "Uh huh.." She says through kissing along his chin. Though, the shell comment has her drawing away for a slight moment, confusion written upon her face. "Y.. ye-.." She could barely get the words out as he begins to pull her, Skye hopping upon one foot to pull away her sock from one foot, the other soon following suit, the thought of eating chinese food.. "I want the whole goddamned menu. Double down on it." She was -that- hungry.
Once they were in the bedroom, the only thing she does is loses the pants, a shimmying of her hips with them soon tossed away with a kick, dislodging away from him for those long moments in favor of a bed that.. god, feels like a brand new bed -still-. "Oooh.. I missed this.." She whines out quietly, burrowing deep beneath the blankets as she nearly wraps her blanket around her body in a very, very.. tight coco—.. ugh.. Just the thought of it, the stress of it all causes the lamp nearby to shake. The building slowly begins to rumble and stops almost immediately. Skye wrinkles her nose then unravels herself, settling in to her designated spot. "Hurry and call!"
*
Once she's in the bed, Alex moves to turn up the heat; the alcohol in his system has him a little bit shaky on his feet already, and so the rumbling either isn't quite noticed, or he just assumes it's because he's already tipsy. Moments later, he's on the phone. The number had long since been memorized. "Two of everything. Yes, everything. Three #13's, three #63's. Yes, fucking everything. NO! NO TOFU." Because fuck that stuff. "Yes. Okay. Thanks." Click. How he's going to pay for it? Anyone's guess. He finally falls onto the bed next to Skye, burrowing into the blankets next to her, drawing her body to his again. "What the fuck happened?" Yes, talk. But of course, while talking, he wastes no time. It's been a week of sleeping alone, what exactly did you think was going to happen?
*
Even the sound of the raggedy furnace was something of a welcome. Skye lets out a relieved hum, even laughing a little once she hears him order.. well.. everything. She did say everything. She even wanted to eat that silly fried calamari dish and something called.. poo poo platter? She hopes like hell it wasn't something that actually contained.. poo. But once he returns to the bed, she draws the blankets up over their heads, rolling her body against him even as he questions but.. "Mmhhhh! Well, I got a phone call.." She starts, then gestures. "I gave them my new number. Your number, but.. I got a call while you were sleeping that I was needed for an immediate mission. Wasn't told the details but I really did try to get out of it. Which I know will be a bad mark but.."
"So we meet everyone in central park, and there's this really, really huge fucking dog. They told us to touch it and.. BAM! We're somewhere else. In some really huge fucking cour—.." She lifts up, tearing her shirt away and tossing it to the side. It wasn't uncommon for her to go braless, but on a mission? "..anyways, the guy was fucking crazy."
*
Alex is listening, he really is. Of course his hands are also all over Skye, and his lips are very busy kissing whatever part of her skin is accessible. He's still got his own clothing on, but that's just a shirt and a pair of pants. "Uh huh," he murmurs, pausing only when she mentions the giant dog and the magical transportation to parts unknown. When the shirt comes off, he's back to her, hands slipping around her and his face buried against her chest. "And you beat his sorry ass?" His words are muffled against her skin, but at least it's proof that he's paying attention. Most people would likely take such a story, involving a teleporting dog, with a grain of salt.. but let's be honest. Crazy times. And Alexander is the son of a literal god. So, maybe it's not terribly far-fetched to him.
*
Huh? Skye forgot to ask about that part. But the man she was with seemed.. sell, calm and settled, so she guesses? "Uh.. sure?" She says quietly, then shakes her head, allowing her body to move to try to wrap around him as her own grasps against his pants, at a very, very odd angle. "Actually, I didn't ask when I woke up." She finally admits. "There was this chick who did stuff with her hair. I mean, she smacked the shit out of someone with her hair! And there was a guy who was dressed in all black who.. he.. I guess he -was- a cat underneath all of that. And of course Fitz, I work with the guy.. and.." Maybe she should have called him.
"It was just a big ball of weird. That crazy guy threw some.. monsters at us. Like.. Mary Shelley's kind of monsters.. I shot a couple. I'm pretty bad ass with a gun.." Even still, while she was talking, she hops upon him with a roll that would put him upon his back, her fingers now properly working at his pants. "Lift your ass."
*
"Your line of work sounds fucking crazy," Alex says after being rolled over. He obediently lifts, letting Skye work his clothing off. Hair-fighter, cat-man? Mutants, maybe? Kingdom of mutants? He literally knows nothing about Inhumans. "So when did you get.. you know, coccooned?" Mood killer? Maybe so. I mean, not for him, but his need to know what happened is about on par right now with his need for her, that latter which by now should be completely obvious, and not just by the fact that his hands won't leave her alone, and any opportunity he has to press his lips to her skin is taken, and more.
*
"Un huh.." Skye murmurs. The blanket was tossed aside for now, even as she bends to begin kissing up and along this thighs. Once she got to the sweetest part, his question throws her completely off, a look of disgust forming upon her features as she lets out a solid groan of dismay and a flopping turn to rest upon her back, both arms planted beneath her head. Yes. Mood was totally gone. But then again..
"How the fuck did you know that?"
*
Alex is worked up enough that Skye flopping over again doesn't dissuade him. He rolls atop her, settling between her legs. Once there, though, he sees the look on her face, and doesn't press anything further. "I saw it in a dream," he says plainly, eyes meeting hers. "Sometimes.. sometimes I get these visions. I saw you encased in a shell. I didn't know what it was, or when.. but when you said you were trapped there, in the dark.. I knew it must have been that. I tried to tell you before.. but.." Well, they were interrupted. "What was it?"
*
"..when.." Oh, that's right! "..you said I would change.." She shifts her body beneath him, clearly bothered by it all. "I.. I was told that it was terrigenesis." She tries to explain it as best as she could, but falls short. "This guy that was with me when.. when I woke up said that it was an honor. That some people wish for it or something like that. But that I was unlucky because I was unprepared and it shouldn't have happened.." She frowns a little. "I guess I'm some sort of born again.. christian? I don't know. He said there was a change but I don't feel any different." She was still bothered, and now she felt.. gross. "The food should be here soon, right? We should get dressed."
*
"Yeah," Alex says, grimacing a bit. He shifts his weight off of Skye, giving her room when he realizes that she's completely cooled off. "You're still you, Skye," he says, moving off the bed entirely, to find his pants. "Whatever changed, it didn't make you something you weren't already," he says. He looks over at her, and fights back the urge to just get back to it.. she's not in the mood. "I'm sorry," he says after a moment, his expression falling again. Sorry for what, he doesn't say. Maybe it's just a blanket apology for everything that happened.
*
"I know.." She says quietly, drawing the blankets up to cover her naked body. She was just.. cold. Inside and out. But she waits until he leaves before she finally sits up, her legs drawn up so that she could planet her elbows upon them, her fingers digging through her hair to at least feel if anything was different. She didn't grow spikes or anything, no eye was bigger than the other.. but what changed? "This is stupid.." She grumbles, snatch a pillow from aside of her so that she could smother herself as she flattens herself back upon the bed.
*
Pants are tugged back on, despite every urge he has. No shirt though. Chinese delivery guy can deal with shirtless Alex. By now the effects of the tequila were past, and though he's still a bit lightheaded it could just as easily be attributed to the sudden cessation of activity as the alcohol. He sits down on the edge of the bed, and turns to face Skye when she falls back with the pillow over her head. "It's not stupid. I don't know what happened. You were gone a week. You were in that thing for a fucking week, Skye." She's entitled to a little bit of a freak out. "The guy who was there when you came out.. who was he?" A name. If Alex can get a name, he can find something. Even if he has to call on every one of his relations to do it. They might not have been able to help him find Skye, but someone, somewhere, will help find the man that did this to her..
*
"I know.. I know.. I KNOW!" She nearly screams out from the pillows, a scream that causes the bed to physically rattle and the lamp beside it to crash to the floor. "I don't know who he is! He.. he said Blackagar. That's all he told me!" She throws the pillow now, sitting upright, the blankets covering her upperhalf as she begins to shake her head. "I don't want to talk about this anymore.. I'm done. I'm -DONE-." The building itself didn't shake, but everything around them nearly did, so much that Daisy noticed, but she didn't realize it was her. She throws the blankets off, then slips off to the side of her bed, opening up the drawer stand to grab her pistol to move towards the window to look out of it. Surely, she was upset, frightened, but goddamn it.. there was a monster outside that was shaking their building. She was going to put an end to it! "I need my pants.." She says, taking up guard. Yes. Just her pants. She was going to go out and fight topless! How cute!
*
Whoa. Earthquake? Nope. Earthquakes don't just shake beds and lamps. He jumps up off the bad when it starts to shake, and he looks at Skye. "Alright, alright!" If she doesn't want to talk about it, he won't push it. But then she grabs her gun, and that's when Alex gets in her way. "What the hell, where are you going?" He's pretty sure he can stop her, if he has to. Alex obviously isn't of the same mind that there's something outside shaking the building. But emotionally distressed girlfriend with a gun? Can't end well.
*
"Wha.. I'm going OUTSIDE!" Skye was ready to bat him away if she had to, but she was at least of sound mind enough to keep the gun NOT directed at him and away from his grasp. "Get out of my way Alex! There's something outside!" She doesn't push, but she does try to shoulder away from him with a bump and a light shove in the other direction. Towards the bed, preferably. "Unless it's -you- doing that! What else haven't you been telling me!"
*
But Alex isn't moving, even as she tries to push him out of the way. He's stronger than he looks. "There's nothing out there!" He's shouting, and his hands move to take hold of her naked shoulders, shaking her a little bit. "And it's not me, Skye. And it's not a fucking earthquake." Which leaves… "You gotta calm down. Put the gun down, and sit. Breathe." Alex's tone of voice isn't particularly kind now, rather forceful in fact. No fear-controlling power behind it, but he's not going to just let her go off half-cocked.
*
This is good! A real emotional argument! "It -is- you!" She shouts out! She wasn't particularly afraid of Alex, she's used to him by now. There was no telling if the mojo he put upon her long ago had worked, but it was obvious that she was -not- scared. But what she was scared of, was the fact that maybe she -was- different, and perhaps she wanted to blow that relationship up so that he wouldn't have to suffer right along with her. "Alex.. MOVE!" She shoves against him again, this time putting both shoulders into it, the force of how hard she hits him and the way her fingers were rapped around the gun and trigger caused it to go -right- off with a loud bang!
Oops! His foot!
*
"It's not me!" Alex shouts right back, and he doesn't move when she shoves him again, planting himself and putting his feet right where they ought not to be, considering the gun. And then it goes off, and whether she meant to or not, Skye shoots him right in the foot. And living god or not, he goes down like a sack of wet noodles. "AOHGDSGDASGS!" The scream is pretty much on par with the horrific eldritch tongue of the Old Gods, a sound so foul and incomprehensible that it might rend the very soul of those who heat it. Or it could just be a really ugly scream of pain. Because you fucking shot him. Blood pours out of the wound, and no doubt the people below him will be scare shitless, considering the bullet when staight through. Now not only is he a god, but he's holey. Heh, get it?
*
The world had stood still for those few seconds from when Alexander dropped to the floor. Her mouth opened wide as the gun was tossed aside, eliciting another shot from the gun which plants itself through at least two walls, whizzing past the head of the delivery man. Who.. immediately drops the food upon the floor, bowing repeatedly his apologies, and promptly leaves! So -thats- how they were getting it!
But she immediately falls to his side, her hands reaching out as she begins to scream, her hands attempting to paw at him to draw him to her person. Along with that, the building begins to shake, everything that which was not pinned down begins to rattle and rock off it's hinges, a line appearing and cracking against the bedroom wall as dust begins to fall into piles where clothes and other things were. "Alex I'm so sorry!" She sobs out, attempting to pull him close. What if he dies?! He's.. she's going to be named a god killer and she'll be hunted! Yes! That's it, she pull a Romeo and Juliet.. yes.. if he does, so will she!
Irrational!
*
Calm down there woman, you shot him in the foot, not the heart. It takes him a few moments, but he manages to force himself to deal with the pain. He's mostly mortal, at least physically, so a bullet can still do a lot of damage, and it hurts like a son of a bitch. "It's.. Okay.." he says through gritted teeth, pull himself up at least into a sitting position when Skye pulls him to her. Hey, at least she's still topless. "You shot me," he says, looking down at his foot, bleeding pretty badly. The shaking of, well, everything, is impossible to ignore. "You gotta stop this, Skye.. it's you. You gotta calm yourself.." Which might be hard, given the circumstances. You know, shooting your boyfriend, and all. If she can't do it herself, he'll try to help.. at least as far as the fear component of it goes. "Fuck that hurt.."
*
Hey! Its the same thing right! The heart pumps blood, which pumps it right out of his foot, and on the floor, and god she was laying in it! Sort of. But at least she was still naked! He didn't even grab her pants! Unless he did and she wasn't paying attention..
"Alex.. I'm sorry!" She was still crying, still burying herself into his chest, still trying to pull him towards her to make sure that he was okay, still shaking the entire tenement off of its hinges. "I can't stop.. I can't stop.. I don't know what's happening.. it's.. it's not me.." She breathes out, going into a mild panick attack as she tries to paw her way -through- him to the door. She had to get out, if this -was- her? She'd kill them both! At least the shot foot would be the last of their problems..
*
Alex holds tight to her, despite his injury, trying to prevent her from leaving him. He's bleeding all over the floor here, you can't just /leave/, especially since /you/ did this to him! Sensing that she's not going to be able to calm down on her own, Alex reaches out with his powers, in an effort to calm her. Push the fear down. Not eliminate it completely, because he did that once and he's regretted it since, but just help her calm enough to not shake the building right off the foundation. Other people live here too. "Just breathe, Skye. Just breathe. You can do it. I'm helping you.." His voice pitches a bit lower, and the words are spoken at a slow, measured pace. "You can do it.."
*
It worked! Just because she burst out of a cocoon doesn't mean that she still wasn't -her-. Able to be affected by him, loved by him, and even calmed by him whether he used his gifts or not. It was a dire thing, but it was something that was needed. A slow build, the courage to calm down, the way her body slumps hard against him as the walls themselves stop their shaking. It was clear, clear that it was her after all. And it was clear that she needed to find that man again. She needed desperate help.
"Oh.. Oh god Alex.." She stammers out quietly, her body still shaking as she presses against him. "..we.. we need to call the ambulance.. you're.. you're bleeding.."
*
Oh thank god. The shaking stops, and Alex can stop worrying about Skye rendering a whole bunch of poor people homeless. He holds here tightly still, and tries not to focus on the incredible pain from the whole in his foot. "It's alright.." though the pain in his voice is very obvious. "No. No ambulance. What are you gonna tell them?" Gotta do something about this, though. "Grab my shirt." Yep, he's gonna tie a shirt around his foot and pretend nothing happened. "You got anyone at that office of yours who can patch this up, maybe?" SHIELD medics might not ask so many questions, maybe? Especially when it was one of their own? But then, that might get her in even more trouble.