S M A S H E R.

Felicia glanced over and saw the kid, instantly feeling a little guilty as she rubbed the back of her neck and awkwardly glanced at the machine. “I.. sorry, okay? I didn’t see him. I swear. I’m not a monster.” She hesitated for a moment before grabbing several snacks out of the machine and holding them out to the other woman. “Here, just.. take these.”

“Doesn’t the multiverse kind of include the galaxy by default?”

“I’m currently here with my wife, Phyla-Vell.”

“Yeah, that’s more fitting. How’s the Shi’ar Empire holding up with everything?”

“I’m no scientist, but aren’t the two kind of intertwined?”

“Right. But I think in the end it was the correct choice. Or the most logical, at least.” Multiversal collapse was definitely not ideal, but Xandra being here was good. It meant she cared and would stick out for her people. Medusa smiled at Isabel’s next words as she nodded. “I guess once a Terran always a Terran.”

“Then I guess I’m glad to hear that I’m not on their radar anymore.” That was the truth. In her short time up in space with Jemma during their search for Fitz, she’d made quite a name for herself as Quake. Unfortunately she still couldn’t quite shake the whole Destroyer of Worlds thing. “Still?”

“Should Earth be worried?”

“If yer’ lookin for Sam or Paige, you’ve got the wrong Guthrie. Is there somethin’ I can help you with?”

“If you’re about to ask me about Tony, I have no comment.”

“It doesn’t seem like the intergalactic conflict has ever really stopped.”

Cindy nodded along with Smasher’s words, glad to hear that this was somewhat contained. For now, at least. “I can’t blame you guys. This is all like, really, really bad..”

“I don’t care about what I’m known as to the Shi’ar.” Maybe that was a slight lie, but still. Daisy didn’t need the constant reminder about that time in her life. All it did was bring up memories of having to use the centipede serum on herself, Coulson… It wasn’t something she’d necessarily gotten around to mentally unpacking just yet. “Good to know.”

“See, I don’t really have the time or the patience to go around and look for another one.” Felicia shrugged, rolling her eyes as she gave the glass one hard kick, enough to shatter the glass before she delicately reached in, careful to avoid the shards of glass as she grabbed several snacks. 

“Hey, that’s on whoever bumps into my shit. Shouldn’t be around said shit in the first place.” Clint joked, raising his eyebrows at Isabel’s next words as he stared at her, almost like he was placing a memory. His head had been all jumbled up the past couple of weeks, but he was trying his best. “So you get it, then. Things have been pretty… rough, recently. To put it lightly.”

“I agree. All of this is very… reckless. It’s quite concerning.” Medusa had been watching her people like a hawk, making sure that no one seemed to be acting out of the ordinary. It was stressful, having to even worry about that sort of thing to begin with. “I think you two did the right thing, coming down to Earth. With the escalating tensions, it might be nice to have another perspective. And it’s good that you’re looking into this for the sake of your people.”