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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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She hadn't realized who she was addressing until she'd turned around and done it, and now it's her turn to stare with wide eyes and a slightly slack-jawed look.

She snaps her mouth shut.

"Do I just scream newbie or something?"

Tony knows the look she gives him. How couldn't he, people always give it to him back in his world when he just pops up out of nowhere on them with a smart-arse grin and a 'how you doing?'

"Well, you eagerly introduced yourself." He gestures to the others in the common area milling about. "So either you're going to ask me to do a survey, which I doubt. Or. You're new here."

He gives something of a shrug to punctuate the end of his sentence.

Of course she saw his name and his picture in the records, on the Tribute roster, but it's one thing to see Tony Stark's face on a digital projection and another to see the actual, real thing.

FitzSimmons would be so jealous. She really, really hopes they're not here, and that they never wind up here.

"I could be a Jehova's Witness," she offers. "Do they have those here? Is this brave new world ruled by Scientologists?" Then, after the briefest of pauses, she adds, "Or maybe Hydra?"

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With all the witty comebacks he has for her claiming to be a Jehova's Scientologist, he raises an eyebrow at Hydra. Then stares at her, evaluating as he does.

"Hydra?"

He rubs at his goatee looking around the place before looking back at her.

"Now there's an interesting word to come out of a girl like you. And really I wouldn't put Hydra on the same level as Scientology."

Okay, maybe it's an odd comparison, but it totally works anyway. Both crazy cults, both completely batshit, both evil. The Church of Scientology could be a front for Hydra, like Cybertek is; like SHIELD was.

...Yeah, the inner conspiracy theorist hasn't left her completely.

"You don't even know me, so you can't really pull the 'girl like you' shtick," she says, but it's put mildly. Because this isn't Skye. The bright clothes, the lipstick, the deliberate emphasis of her femininity: that's not Skye. She just uses the tools she has when she needs them.

"I don't know you. But clearly you aren't a corrupt politician, or one of S.H.I.E.L.D's... Whatever Hill is, guard dog? So hearing it, little weird."

The sad thing is, that's all Tony meant by 'girl like you'. She just didn't come off as anyone who would be involved in the affair just because she didn't have the feel of anyone involved with that kerfuffle.

"Or are you only bringing it up because you know who I am and saw the Triskelion crumbling as a breaking news headline and want to impress me?"

"Please. Anyone who pays attention to your press knows you can't be impressed like that." She wants to say she's not interested in impressing Tony Stark anyway, but that would be a blatant lie: she just wants to impress him on her own terms. Knowing common knowledge that aired on Fox News? That's so basic.

"All I'm saying is, I could totally see Hydra pulling something this monumentally--uh, impressive." At the last minute, she remembers to check herself. "What with their resources and technology and all."

Tony grins. At least this girl knows the right things about him. Well maybe.

But the rest of it, he shakes his head.

"Believe me, if Hydra had this technology. We'd already know about it. Because I don't know about you. But I think Hydra would happily pay through someone's nose for the technology to pull anyone they liked into our dimension, along with the ability to pretty much make Rogers and Thor nothing more than muscled blondes who actually have to strain when lifting weights I wouldn't even think about lifting."

He looks around for a second before looking at her, vaguely pointing past her.

"Do you want a donut? Because I was heading out for donuts."

At any other time, Tony Stark descending from the heavens and offering to buy her donuts would be like a very happy pot-induced dream. Too bad right now it's reality in the middle of a waking nightmare.

"Sure, but you're buying." Because it doesn't matter what universe they're in, he's still a billionaire superhero and she's still a girl who used to live in a van. As she turns to follow him, she mulls over his mentions of Thor and Steve Rogers. The Capitol can dial super soldiers and alien space gods down to relatively normal. That is scary stuff.

Tony grins.

"You know, I think we have a deal there." He keeps walking ahead of her, seeing if she would trail behind him or try to walk beside him. Because just like all people that catch his interest, he just has to play with them a little first.

"So, what were you up to before coming to our futuristic coliseum? Other than googling Hydra."

There are so many truthful answers she can give to that question - wants to give, even, because this is an Avenger she's talking to - but she doesn't know what information is safe to share and what she should keep to herself.

So she settles on: "Hanging out with a bunch of dead guys." Put Coulson, Fury, Mike, and herself in a room together, and it's like a zombie robot party.

Tony raises an eyebrow at her.

"So, met Captain America then?"

After all he was thought to be dead for 70 years at least.

"Sounds like a laugh riot if you ask me."

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