Rooms

I don't know what to do.

Who: Max, Luke, Sharon, Thomas (+ Amanda)
What: Collecting a child, finding an ex
Where: SHIELD
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: I have no idea

The last time Max saw Amanda, the little girl was wearing a tiara, playing with her timeturner, and bragging about the fireman boots that Brandon had somehow gotten requisitioned in her size. Max had left the child safe in her room, with every toy money could buy, and with no concerns about her safety. Even ending up back here hadn't altered that, because Amanda had always lived with her father. Max went from place to place, killing people for the government, and she was the nice parent that came home and crashed with Brandon every few months and ruined all the good parenting he spent a fortune on. Pizza instead of veggies, soda instead of organic juice, horror movies instead of bedtime. She'd never been a full-time parent. She had no idea how to be a full-time parent. That was Brandon's role, and she was illogically annoyed at him for not being here to do it.

Sure, she was worried, but that wasn't at the forefront right now. No, at the forefront was the fact that she'd never wanted this messed up fucking world for her kid, and yet Luke said Amanda was here.

The subway ride helped Max sober up from the drinks she'd been having when Luke messaged, and she swiped her way through all of SHIELD's security checkpoints in denim and a grey ARMY tee that had seen better days. At least Amanda was with Luke. Amanda was spoiled and sarcastic wit, and she never kept her mouth shut about anything. This wasn't a loving, sweet child, and she was even more difficult when she was scared, but Luke knew her well enough not to be offended; Max fully expected Amanda to have criticized everything in Luke's office by this point. But Luke was one of the few people the kid liked, so at least there was that.