Rose spent two months in the Amazon with Druig, learning about her new powers that are known.
Now back in the states it's been one month, and she's recruited to a team. Meeting old friends, one who was thought to be dead and new friends, Rose trave...
Rose flies through the air, watching the ramp begin to close. Concentrating hard, blue smoke envelops her as she teleports. She drops between the group of S.H.I.E.L.D members and the Peruvian soldiers, groaning at the rough landing and her wings shattering upon impact. "Oh my god!" Skye shouts.
"Sweet mercy!" Jemma goes to run over but Ward stops her. The biochemist looks at him, Ward walking over to the heroine.
Sitting up, Rose takes the hand offered to her. She gives him a small smile but the cold look remains in her eyes. The two walk over to the rest of the team.
"I got to say," Skye says tiredly, "I miss my van."
Ward sighs, as Rose looks between everyone. Ward is the one to speak up. "Now, what was the problem?"
"As I said before," Fitz begins to explain once more, "this device has a high-frequency, fluctuating, sub-material compression..."
Ward cuts in annoyed, "Fitz, in English."
"The 0-8-4 is fueled by Tesseract technology," Fitz states simply, making Rose freeze. "Hydra, World War II. Captain America. Specialist Ravena." Skye slowly stands up from the crate she was sitting on. "It's full of lethal amounts of gamma radiation."
"No he's not," Rose cuts in, now full on glaring at the device. "It's much worse than gamma rays."
The six team members stand in a half circle, the bag holding the 0-8-4 device sitting in the middle. The other five look down at the bag as well, each of them taking a step back. Rose remaining to be the only one in her original position, glaring at the device still.
COCKPIT
Coulson and Rose stand in the cockpit, May still piloting the Bus. A female voice comes over the radio, "and the 0-8-4 is in your possession?"
"It is aboard the Bus," Coulson informs.
"And has a power cell of Tesseract fuel. The same type of power fuel from the 40's," Rose informs, rubbing her temples.
"Yeah there's that too," Coulson adds on, missing the glares from Rose and May.
"Copy," the female agent states, "you are a go for check-in guidance through restricted airspace. Safe travels."
The radio disconnects, as Rose and Coulson sigh. "Top speed May. That's a priority."
"Obviously," Coulson adds. Rose turns to the man, glaring at him much more openly.
Rose walks away, making her way to the bunks and her room. A doorway sits, tucked behind the interrogation room, with a small tablet wired into the wall. Entering the passcode, the death of loved ones, Rose enters her room. A white, blue and black bed sits at the right side of the room with a desk right in the font of the room. Plants line the wall behind the bed, as the ceiling of the room has the appearance of a starry night sky. Opposite of the bed and plants, a window the size of the conference wall sits.
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