Lincoln Campbell (inhumanlincoln) wrote in avengers_logs, @ 2018-04-13 02:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | -complete, -rating: red, daisy johnson, lincoln campbell |
Who: Lincoln Campbell and Daisy Johnson
Where: His hotel room
When: Just after his arrival
What: Back from the dead, surprise!
Status: Complete
Warnings: Code red (because of character death-talk and dealing with big feelings)
Lincoln tossed his phone onto the bed and took a long, ragged breath in. It’d been one helluva day, all things considered. Mostly he couldn’t wrap his head around it but for the first time since Hive had invaded SHIELD HQ he was able to take a moment. He also had a comfortable room and, more importantly, a freshly-cleaned shower, which was about the closest thing to heaven as he could have gotten right now. His clothes didn’t show the wear and tear that they should have but Lincoln felt the grime of the day, whether it had happened or not.
After Strange had given him the necessities of life – new phone, cash and credit card and the key to the hotel suit – Lincoln had stopped by a clothes store and picked up a few necessities specifically for this moment. As he stripped out of his tactical gear part of him wished he’d never have to see it again, though he stopped short of throwing it away, however tempting that might seem. ‘Wait,’ he told himself, ‘find out what Daisy needs and then decide’.
He stepped into the shower moments later and felt momentarily grateful that Strange had booked a place with a power-shower as the water pounded deep into his fatigued muscle-tissue. It didn’t even begin to relax him, but at least it made him feel alive.
Clean and dressed in fresh work-out gear Lincoln finally turned his attention to Daisy’s impending arrival. It was a mental exercise as old as time and one that’d got him through long days and nights of med-school. Don’t think about it. Wait until you have time. Mostly he was doing the opposite right now – trying not to think so that he didn’t have time to fear the worst or hope for the best.
He’d been dead for two years, which meant Daisy had been alive for two years without him. Now he was left playing catch-up and he had no clue how to handle it. Lincoln had been at peace with the idea of dying so that Daisy could live, but he’d never anticipated having to deal with watching her do it without him. Now it was a very real possibility. It was all way too much to think about and when he was starting to feel anxiety rising in his chest he heard a knock at the door. Now or never.
Lincoln opened the door and braced himself for whatever the universe decided to throw at him next. “Hey,” he said with a smile that felt forced and terrified, “come on in. It’s good to see you,” and it really was. Daisy was every bit what he’d held in his mind’s eye for the duration of flight and all he wanted to do was hold her. Instead he gave her space and let her into the room. Two years dead, he had to remember that, because if the shoe were on the other foot he wasn’t sure how he’d be feeling about now.