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THE RAMBEAU RESIDENCE was quiet and empty now. The wind had gone silent, the sun already beginning to set with the time that had passed for the people living on planet C-53. The air was tense ever since the Skrulls had shown up, the humans in the room having so many questions playing through their brains.
The door to the shed was wide open as Maria stood at the doorway, taking various glances between the people inside and her daughter sitting outside. Monica found herself sitting on the bench just beside the doorway, a pleading look in her gaze as she stared up at her mother, who said her name in a firm tone.
"Why can't I listen, too?" Monica asks.
However, Maria only shushed her, giving her a stern look. With a huff, the young girl placed her headphones over her ears, music blasting through them. Once she knew she wasn't listening, the woman stepped inside and took the cd from Talos, moving towards the machine at her desk where Fury was sitting.
F/n could be seen leaning against the wall, arms crossed and a deep thought expression etched on her face as her eyes stared at the computer screen, the recording of their voices during the plane crash waiting to load on the old computer. Vers, too, couldn't keep his eyes away from the computer, eager yet hesitant to listen.
While Maria and Fury were also looking at the screen, Talos found himself staring at the two Kree in the room, waiting to see their reactions. The fear in his eyes slowly began to fade into confusion when Vers noticed how long it was taking on the computer, the loading screen taking much longer than he expected.
Vers furrows his brows. "What's happening?"
"It's loading." Fury replies.
It only takes a few more seconds until it finished loading and the recording came up. F/n felt her body tense at this, straightening up from where she was leaning against the wall.
"Punch in the coordinates 5-2-2-9, negative 4-7, 8.7-6-8,0.2." Lawson's voice comes through from the computer.
"Copy that." Vers' voice mumbles. "Where are we going, Doc?"
"My laboratory." Lawson's voice reveals.
"Your laboratory? What do you mean?" F/n's voice questions in confusion.
"Oh, no." Lawson murmurs.
"Is that... Wait, what is that?" F/n stutters out in question.
