[ He did and he didn't, and the details are blurred; the chair, the electric hum, Jemma screaming no down a long corridor. But they did escape the pod, technically — rigging up oxygen and blowing out the window. The reminder makes things change around them, and suddenly it is the right window, and there's the weight of an ocean behind it. The glass makes a light crinkling noise as it begins to crack. ]
Get down— [ It's pointless advice. He's lunging towards her at the same time, throwing an arm over her shoulders and swinging her away from the window, and if the idea is to dodge or shield anything then it isn't a realistic one. The window breaks and water slams in, hits like a car and punches the wind out of them both.
Except it doesn't, really. It's just memory, visceral for him and blurring into hers. It only lasts for a few seconds, then the water abruptly drops and drains away and leaves them somewhere else. Fitz lets go of her and steps back, unsteady, brow knit as his gaze sweeps over their surroundings. It looks like a lab, but it isn't his (not one of SHIELD's, and not one of Hydra's). He isn't looking at her when he answers, absent, a little deadpan. ]
I drowned. [ A great escape, clearly. And a very dramatic response, but he doesn't really care. She probably could've guessed. ] Is this— [ His thoughts hit a wall, angry, then he walks them back with patience. There's an explanation for this. ] It must be the symbiote. There's something wrong with it.
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Get down— [ It's pointless advice. He's lunging towards her at the same time, throwing an arm over her shoulders and swinging her away from the window, and if the idea is to dodge or shield anything then it isn't a realistic one. The window breaks and water slams in, hits like a car and punches the wind out of them both.
Except it doesn't, really. It's just memory, visceral for him and blurring into hers. It only lasts for a few seconds, then the water abruptly drops and drains away and leaves them somewhere else. Fitz lets go of her and steps back, unsteady, brow knit as his gaze sweeps over their surroundings. It looks like a lab, but it isn't his (not one of SHIELD's, and not one of Hydra's). He isn't looking at her when he answers, absent, a little deadpan. ]
I drowned. [ A great escape, clearly. And a very dramatic response, but he doesn't really care. She probably could've guessed. ] Is this— [ His thoughts hit a wall, angry, then he walks them back with patience. There's an explanation for this. ] It must be the symbiote. There's something wrong with it.