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R&R at R&D
Date of Scene: 11 November 2020
Location: R and D Labs: Triskelion
Synopsis: Daisy the Bringer of Food has offerings for Fitz after the last mission. They are joined by May and Bucky and talk about demons, advanced AIs, sharpshooting and how May is being adopted as a mom. (Ok, maybe not that last part).
Cast of Characters: Daisy Johnson, Melinda May, Leopold Fitz, James Barnes




Daisy Johnson has posed:
R&D. The last safe bastion from all the field agent excitement that happens! Or at least until certain scientists that decided they were going to have a cot at the place so they wouldn'thave to leave EVER get dragged out in missions .. Yet Daisy had made a promise during the last mission, that she'd bestow gifts of chocolate upon Fitz after his sharpshooting.

And today she is here to fulfill that promise.

Daisy has one of those rare breaks from working on a mission or another and after a trip to a sweets store she is making her way up to R and D. A message is sent over to a few agents. Some she knows are around the base, others that may be off-duty. It was simple. There would be chocolate at R and D! If Fitz didn't initiate full lockdown to claim all the sweets for himself...

She knocks on the lab door at arrival. "Fitz, Jemms? You about?" She asks.

Melinda May has posed:
May is *not* drawn by the promise of chocolate. Seriously. No. Do you see her serious face? Totally not here for the chocolate. It's perfectly reasonable for the woman, who's scientific expertise is limited to ballistics, kill-point anatomy, and a few improvised field technical hacks to drop by R&D, right?

Sure it is. Because they're always testing new weapons down in R&D. And Melinda May quite enjoys *that* aspect of the process. She's always on board for a good weapons test.

So, if there's going to be a lockdown, she'll be sure to be on the inside. Where the decent weapons are. The chocolate is just a bonus.

She enters only moments behind Daisy, her steps crisp, in her black uniform, a tablet in her hand. "Fitz," she greets. "Daisy." She eyes that chocolate briefly and her head cants slightly to one side. "Hm. Thanks for reminding me."

She needs to make a trip to the Hershey's factory.

Leopold Fitz has posed:
The Research and Development wing of the Triskelion practically clamors with activity today. By which there are probably a dozen or so SHIELD scientists and researchers scattered about the incredibly large lab, some working silently at their own workstations while a few mingle, discussing various ongoing experiments and cases in tones that never quite reach the expected volume of a standard chit-chat.

Look, R&D has different rules for what constitutes a 'clamor'.

Which is exactly the way that Fitz likes it. Most of the time. Under other circumstances he might be somewhat surly. His efforts to sneak a cot into the lab have been foiled yet again as a mysterious someone or someones have removed that bit of furniture. He is starting to consider bringing in several sleeping bags and forming an improvised rat pile to nest in.

Fitz might have a few issues when it comes to the lab and his attachment to it. What? He sleeps better in a room filled with the hum of computers and the whirl of centirufuges going twenty-four/seven.

"Daisy?" he says as the Bringer of Food arrives, peeking up over his own workstation. It's almost possible to see his nose twitch as if testing the air to see just how welcome her presence is here today. He'll probably still be sociable if there is nothing edible on the table. But it will be a disappointment. "Simmons isn't here, I don't think," he says, glancing around absently as if he's not sure, that she might suddenly pop up from behind a cabinent or out of drawer or the like. "I believe she was called out for an autopsy, or dissection. Something gooey, anyways," he says with a distasteful flick of his fingers.

"Ahhh, Agent May. Good to see you as well," he says, standing up a little straighter.

James Barnes has posed:
Speaking of weapons - there's one now, carrying what can only be some sort of new prototype. An ICER sniper rifle, perhaps? It's got that spidery, elongated look, and there are bipod legs folded back against the barrel. It's carried carefully in a gloved metal hand, for his human hand is occupied by a data tablet.

Buck's German Shepherd, Lili, paces gravely at his side. Buck looks uncertain, almost shy. He lives at the Triskelion, but he's reclusive to the point of being very nearly a ghost or a rumor. "I've got the range test results," he says, gruffly, looking to Fitz. Daisy and May get polite nods of greeting.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Oh, yes. Daisy will certainly be very welcome here today if one goes by scent! Or an affinity for chocolate goodies! The rather large bag she carries has quite the goodies in it, from kit kats, Hershey's cookies and chocolate and for the refined ones some ferrero rocher. There went her budget! But it's for a good cause.

"Did you think I forgot?" She lifts the bags and makes her way over, setting them on one of the work benches that's empty for now. "It will be your responsibility to keep a few for her, Fitz." she warns the scientist. Maybe she's testing his will!

With May coming in she grins knowingly. "Hey, Agent May. Right on time!" she says. "Just about to talk and choc over here, all in celebration of Fitz's sharpshooting skills on his last mission." she turning her head to Fitz to dip her head at him. It was an impressive shot!

Buck's appearance *is* a surprise though. At least for Daisy. A welcome one though as Daisy in her usual friendly manner beckons the man over. "Hello, Agent Barnes. Or should we call you Bucky?" she whistles at the rifle being brought in. "Is that a sniper ICER?" she looks between Bucky and Fitz, quirking a brow. "We have chocolate." she says in ways of offer.

Melinda May has posed:
May crosses to the table and brazenly plucks a chocolate from the offering to the scientists. Then, however, she turns her attention to the rifle. "I like it," she says. She sets the chocolate and her tablet on the table. "May I?" she asks Barnes, extending a hand for the rifle. She has an appreciation for the things, after all. Just like him.

"I heard that was in development. New and improved version, yes?" Hard to resist, really. Better than chocolate -- hence the reason the candy is sitting on the tablet.

Leopold Fitz has posed:
Mmmmmm, chocolate.

Even still Fitz does look a little confused about just what the chocolate feast is for, even when Daisy offers up that reminder. In his defense, he can get a little singleminded once he gets in his lab. At least he is well practiced at segmenting the two parts of his job. "Oh. Oh!" he adds articulately when he figures out just what the occasion is.

Because it certainly isn't like he has gone over the drone footage he captured extensively trying to figure out just how he managed. And certainly his new desktop wallpaper is not an image of him taken from that same footage, determinedly squaring up to take that shot at the fleeing suspect on the stolen police motorcycle. Such allegations are pure nonsense. Nonsense! As the brilliant young scientist would insist.

His cheeks actually flush just a little bit, probably more so when some of his fellow researchers look over their way. "You didn't have to do that. Not that I'm turning down the chocolate," he adds, quickly holding up a hand as if she might suddenly snatch it away. Don't anyone do anything hasty now. "But you and Agent May probablu deserve more of the credit with all the drills you've put me," he points out. "And you can leave some on Simmons' desk. I'll make sure no one touches it," he promises, oh so solemnly.

He does look just a little torn when the other man walks in with that unique looking rifle. Chocolate, or science. Chocolate or science. "Ahhhh, excellent. I'll go over them, see if we have to make any tweaks," he promises. "And if you can add any personal observations as well. How it felt, anything that felt a little off in the recoil, or really anything else," he adds eagerly. Push him on the matter and he will deny it to his dying day, but his time in SHIELD has taught him that cold, hard numbers might not be the absolue be all and end all.

James Barnes has posed:
There's a funny, crooked little smile at that, but it's enough to make that stony reserve crack, a bit. "Yeah, you can call me Bucky," he replies, before looking down to the dog. "That's Lili." Well aware she's being referred to, the Shepherd waves her tail and offers a doggy smile, looking to the other humans in turn.

There's a nod, as he hands it off to May, gentle as a father with his new baby. "Long range ICER hasn't always proved as accurate as more lethal ammunition," he explains. "And there's only so much you can do to the rounds themselves, so I'm helping test new refinements in the barrel," Fitz gets the pad, with an inclination of the head. "It feels like we could boost the power. Recoil's not so bad, so far," he replies.

Only then does his eye fall on the chocolate. "What's all that?" he wonders, curiously. "Someone's leftover Halloween candy?"

Daisy Johnson has posed:
For Daisy the choice is simply. Chocolate WHILE watching science happening. Best of both worlds. So while she is biting down on a kit kat she goes to leave some goodies over on Jemma's desk, tucking it under a keyboard. Not that it will help against the other lab workers, knaves as they are. But Fitz does seem to run the lab with an iron fist so .., maybe they will be safe..

She is munching on the chocolate, a peek at the weapon, eyes looking curious. "Don't sell yourself short, you have put yourself into some tough, dangerous missions Fitz. The jungle, the desert one." a grin given to the scientist. "There is little that beats experience." *munch* *munch*

She returns closer to the others, peering down at Lili and waving at the dog. "Hey Lili." she says. "I -may- smell like cat but I am totally a dog person." she tells the shepherd as if she could understand her.

"Getting a reliable one will really help in some missions I feel." Taking out people from a mile away and knocking them out instead of killing? Damn right! Though as for the chocolate.

"And no Bucky, it's offerings for R&D. After Fitz proved to be a sharpshooter on our last mission. Some mercs had infiltrated our ranks and were prowling about a crime scene trying to fish out info about a diplomat." her eyes then go to May.

"We have them in custody for interrogation."

Melinda May has posed:
May takes the weapon from Bucky with a small smile and a brief nod. She checks the safety and runs her hands over the rifle, testing its heft and balance. Turning away from anyone else, she holds it up to her shoulder and looks along the barrel, hands cradeling it expertly, finger away from the trigger. "Hm," she agrees, lowering it and giving it one last once-over before handing it back. "Balance seems decent, anyway. What's the kick like?" She heard him say it wasn't bad.

She glances down to Lili and smiles at the dog, offering her hand neutrally for her to sniff. May's never been the most empathetic person out there, but she does okay with animals.

She eyes Fitz. "Sharpshooter? You've been practicing." There's some small approval there. She's glad to hear it.

Then, to Daisy: "Morse brought me up to speed on that. Sounds like you all had an adventure. I'm happy to sit in on your interrogation." Or handle it. Either way.

Leopold Fitz has posed:
Perhaps Fitz is coming around to Daisy's line of thinking. Or maybe he's just hungry. Either way, he decides to engage multitasking mode and plucks one of those offered choclate bars to much on, balancing it along with the offered data as he turns back to his own desk for a moment to get the analysis started.

"I have been practicing," he agrees. Every day. He might never been a force in the hand to hand department, but he's pretty good with that ICER pistorl. "And there certainly have been some pretty nasty situations as of late. It's good to know that in a pinch I won't be helpless. I just didn't really expect my first live fire incident to be in New York afterall the other garden spots we've been visiting lately," he admits with a slow shake of his head.

Bucky does get a nod as he offers up some commentary on his experience, a thoughtful look on the young scientist's face. "More power. I think we can do that easy enough," he agrees absently, that mind probably already awhirl with notions of how to go about doing exactly that.

James Barnes has posed:
Buck meanders a pace closer to examine the offerings in question. Has he had any of these brands of chocolate? One of those odd little lacunae in terms of his modern knowledge - he probably craves kinds of candy that've been extinct since Eisenhower was in office. Warily, he picks up a bag of M&Ms, weighs it in his human hand, before turning that pale stare on Fitz. "I've seen your records. She's right. The lab may be your focus, but it's clear you're a competent field agent." Lili offers Daisy a doggy grin, as if perfectly prepared to believe that statement.

To May, he says, "Weak. I think we can bump it up, add a little range without sacrificing the improvements in accuracy we've been trying for." The Shepherd sniffs politely at May's hand, before sitting down on her haunches. There's a chuckle for Fitz's comment. "I know what you mean," he commiserates. "I'm always surprised when a mission is kinna in our backyard. Like our rep should be enough to keep guys away. Doesn't work like that, wish it did."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Daisy returns a sharp nod back to May, "Figured she would." a grin. "She might want you to run it. You are one of our experts afterall." one way or another they always fall for the STARE. Like clockwork, really. Rarely misses. "Think that diplomat may be in some shady stuff too. So that's another angle to explore." and a sigh... She knows she has work to do on *that*. Damn it, can't even have her chocolate in peace without remembering work. Ah, well... *munch* *munch*

As Bucky goes and picks on that bag of M&Ms she squints her eyes and speaks in a slow, sagely manner. "You have chosen ..., wisely." totally not quoting a certain Indiana Jones movie.. She does grin at the end.

"Yea, was just supposed to be routine. But should had known better. There's *never* a routine mission in SHIELD." story of their lives really!

Though her attention then goes to May and she asks, curious. "What do you think about our new trainee? A certain bird tells me you ran his interview, didn't you? Levian's."

Melinda May has posed:
May returns to her chocolate and unwraps it, biting off a piece of it. The look she gives Daisy at her question is... put upon, really. She glances to the others in the room. Her answer is several moments in coming.

Blame it on the chocolate.

"I didn't recommend him," she says finally, characteristically blunt and succinct. And entirely without elaboration. Of course, she hasn't really worked with him since he got his approval from the brass, though she has spoken with him a couple of times. She did, though, read that he was on that last mission they were just discussing.

And she really needs to get to that chocolate factory to solve the issue between him and Barton.

But, sure. Go ahead and ask her why. She might elaborate if asked. There's a first time for everything.

James Barnes has posed:
Buck gives Daisy a guileless stare at that, before sort of palpating the bag. Curiously, he tears it open, pours a handful into his human palm, and examines them. Like they might explode. Lily watches warily, as he pops one into his mouth, chews meditatively. Apparently they meet with his approval, because he promptly stuffs the rest into his mouth, and starts chewing.

Which means the question he directs to the both of them is muffled by chocolate, "Who'z diz?" he wonders, as he looks at them. Someone must've been napping in his fridge, these last weeks.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"One of our new recruits." Daisy starts by answering Bucky, nodding her approval when she sees the man get a mouthful in. she continues on her attack at the kitkats, now munching on another bar. These things are terribly addictive, damn it! Good thing she didn't totally leave one hidden at her quarters for some late night sinning. "To WAND. He's a ..." she pauses, "... an half-demon? Well, or maybe a full fledged one. He's .., quite peculiar."

And once Daisy has explained about the one they are talking about her attention is on May, mmm'ing thoughtfully. Perhaps considering... Should she ask? Of course!

"Why didn't you recommend him?" she asks, more curious than exactly against it. She does value the senior agent's opinion afterall.

Melinda May has posed:
"He told me he was half demon, half elemental," May says, clarifying Daisy's statement. "He's not human, which is not why I didn't recommend him." She gives Daisy a direct look. "He's naive. He knows almost nothing about humanity and is acting almost entirely on emotion and instincts made to help him survive in Hell, not on Earth. And we're effectively going to be his education in both humanity and how to behave. Which means we'll be teaching a *demon* how to lie, steal, manipulate, and kill."

She arches a brow at the young woman. "Do you not see a problem with that? Because I do. Not to mention, he's a contract demon. I exepect he got given the same boilerplate most recruits get. Do you know how easy it is to sidestep boilerplate? We have only one sure way of controlling him and that's a banishing spell in the hands of the brass." And a few select agents May choses not to identify. Including herself.

"He's already been manipulated once by Loki, using a contract. Who's to say it won't happen again? You or I? We have the understanding and experience as human beings to know when a deal may not be in our best interests, or to know what threat an enemy poses to our mission or the people we care about. Even the most inexperienced human recruits have that same basic school yard understanding to pull from. He doesn't. He shouldn't have been recruited until he had at least that much understanding. He should have been held as an asset and trained as such."

That may be the longest speech any of them have ever heard the normally taciturn agent ever make.

She shrugs. "But it wasn't my call." She looks at Daisy. "I think he's a good kid -- or at least he wants to be. But he's a kid. And he shouldn't be anywhere near the field."

James Barnes has posed:
They say that pets grow to resemble their humans. There must be something to that, for there's a comical synchronization in the way Buck and Lili both cock their heads in response to that revelation of Daisy's, dog and cyborg both gazing at her curiously. Though Buck's gaze wanders to the Kitkat wrapper, and he turns to find one of his own, now that he's demolished the M&Ms.

He's unwrapping one as he asks May, slowly, "You're making Hell sound more like Heaven, if he doesn't know any of those things already.What's his name? And what are his abilities?"

Leopold Fitz has posed:
While the chocolate might be munched on absently, Fitz is back in his own world, dealing with data, with numbers and hard facts. The kinds of things that he thrives on. He pulls up the specs of the new rifle design and cross-references it to the live model of the actual weapon that Bucky was putting through its paces a short time ago. This model has a number of sensors embedded in it -- which is how they have so much data -- none of which is large enough to interfere with the actual operation of the rifle. Hooray for miniaturization. But it does give Fitz and the others on the project very precise details about just what's going on. Details that he can use to tweak the performance. In this case, make it more powerful and increase the range without sacrificing the added accuracy that they've built in for the quirky ICER rounds.

Fun stuff. At least for Fitz.

Still, distracted as he might be, he still listens in on the coversation absently, taking a moment to realize just how they're talking about. That helpful... person? He was a demon? Or half-demon? Fitz honestly wouldn't have guessed that. He has long accepted that there are a few things that science can't explain. At least not yet. Still, magic, demons, items of a mystic bent? Definitely outside his experiences. Try as he might, it's hard not to swivvel in his seat and listen as May goes over her reasoning for why having him as a SHIELD agent is a bad idea. "He was fairly helpful in New York," he offers up. Which doesn't actually change any of the salient facts.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Spam! But Daisy did ask so she gets what she asked for. She rests one hip against a table while listening on, her arms now folded over her waist, thoughtful. She nods, because indeed she agrees with it, even if. "He's lost up here." she says. "If not with us then who could help him? Sure, he may not have the same .., development we have but he seemed to me like a quick learner." a pause as she gathers some breath, "And yea, I know we aren't a charity..." even if Daisy may be biased to thinking of SHIELD as her family.

"But with the right guidance he could be an asset." Her brows do furrow though, thoughtful. "Maybe he shouldn't have the usual trainee experience though. WAND has specialized people, maybe they should be the ones going through his training. Like Hellboy." she comments. A shudder, she mostly heard rumors, having yet to actually meet *that* one..

"He is called Levian, and has intimate knowledge of fire, along with some other magic from what I understood." a look to Fitz. "He was in our last mission as backup."

Melinda May has posed:
The secret May won't reveal? Levian decided she's 'Mom'. Melinda May is no one's Mom. The Ice Queen of SHIELD may be a lost demon's idea of a maternal figure. But surely no one else would make that mistake.

"I don't doubt WAND could help him," May says. "Train him, sure. Teach him to use his powers. But he's not ready for the field and he needs a better baseline of human understanding before I'd have ever recommended him for the trainee program."

She glances over to Bucky. "According to Levian, he's too weak in Hell to be considered much of a threat. So, he fled to Earth in order to survive." A beat. "He comes across as sincere in his desire to want to help and protect people -- odd as that seems for a demon."

James Barnes has posed:
Barnes's has reverted to "Depression survivor" mode. Namely, he's breaking off the Kitkat in tiny bite-sized pieces and nibbling away at them, like he's got to make them last. He comes ambling over to watch Fitz work on the data, brushing a stray hair away from his face.

The mention of Hellboy makes him look to Daisy, smiling, "Big Red's good people," he says. "I remember him from when he was a little guy, just big enough to be carried in a rucksack. But yeah, this is sounding like he should be a WAND project. I mean, we don't have to rush him into trainee status. Let them educate and evaluate him, I'd say."

A nod for May, "Makes sense," he allows. "If you're too nice for Hell, Earth's the next best substitute. And, well, same's true for Red."

Leopold Fitz has posed:
When it comes to field operations Fitz is not likely to question anyone elses judgement, certainly not that of a senior field agent. He's getting more and more experience -- with mixed enthusiasm on his part -- but he is well aware of his area of expertise. Now, if they offered him advice on how the lab should function, that might be an entirely different story.

He does nod to Daisy in agrement. "He did pick up on some irregularities before my sensors could do the same. The heat map was... interesting." Useful to be sure, but he's not usually handed a scientific document drawn in with markers. Definitely not standard operating in the lab. At least not his lab.

"MOre training, huh? In an environment where risks can be controlled. I imagine that could benefit all agents," Fitz muses thoughtfully. Perhaps some hyper-realistic virtual reality simulator. One not just focused on combat simulations. But fully interactive for all respects. Afterall, a demon escaped from hell isn't the only person that might need a more... controlled introduction to the world at large.

Hmmmmmmmm.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"I ..." A pause, Daisy looking at Bucky.. " ... have some trouble imagining Hellboy in a lil rucksack.." but she lets out a chuckle nonetheless, wiping some leftover choc from her lips before snatching it off her fingertips. Daisy shall leave no chocolate uneaten, no matter how small the piece may be! Her eyes then trail back to Melinda, again in agreement. "Yea, I have met with him a few times. Heck, I was there when he did his ..., fireworks to call SHIELD attention.." a sigh. -That- was a day...

"That's where we come in though, teaching him how to live you know? I mean, you did the same for me." Daisy admits, the rogue hackerette turned SHIELD Agent.

"I know that tone, Fitz. An idea popped into your head?" A brow arching up. And oh no, not the Framework!

Melinda May has posed:
May's brows rise and fall in one of those facial shrugs that suggests she agrees with Buck's assesment. She eyes Fitz, though, as his brain starts haring off in directions she can never follow. The best response she can give to that? Suppressing the long-suffering sigh that is always her go-to response when the eggheads start doing that.

She gives Daisy a wry almost-smile. "At least, you had common cultural references we could start with." She's not at all surprised by the younger agent's indefatigable optimism. She knows how Daisy sees them. And... it's a fair assessment.

She's just not willing to be 'mom' to more strays right now. Particularly not one whose definition of 'mom' is 'a person who keeps littermates from eating you and protects the pack from outsiders'.

So she just lets the subject drop with a shake of her head.

James Barnes has posed:
There's a rueful little quirk of a grin on James's face, as he drops the wrappers into the trash can. "SHIELD may not be a charity, but it's almost like a....a pound for all kinds of weird people and animals," he notes. "I mean, look at me. Where else could I go and have a place where I'm safe but not a prisoner? Where I can still contribute. And I'm not the only one."

He nods at Daisy. "Yeah, once upon a time, he was a little squirt with a thing for pancakes," he explains, smiling fondly. "Heck, maybe I can help this kid, but there's honestly so much about modern culture I still don't know." Like Buck's shock that there were multiple Moon landings while he was mentally out to lunch, as it were.

Leopold Fitz has posed:
He is still absently rubbing at his chin, lost in thought when Daisy's words break through that little reverie. "What? Oh, just a little notion that I play with when I have the time," he says. Which, admittedly there is not a lot of these days. There is always some new investigation that the field teams need assistance on, some new technological gadget picked up from some criminal type that needs to be broken down and figured out. And if you get through that, chances are something out in the field will rip him away for a time.

And of course there is always still the issue of Agent Sauder's and her Nth metal wings to continue investigating as well. Time is definitely something of a commodity. "Just some ideas to greatly enhance how we currently train field agents. Or really anyone," he adds, withholding the grumbling around being pulled in a dozen different directions.

Glancing back at the screen in front of him, he starts making some subtle tweaks to the barrelling of the ICER rifle, just small changes, all designed to try and get a little more performace out of the weapon. "We might have to go back and reexamine the cartridge. Not as much flexibility there for changes but..." he mutters to himself.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Nope, Daisy isn't entirely convinced that it's just a 'little notion' on Fitz's head roaming about. But she doesn't question it further for they are on Fitz's domain and she shall not invoke his wrath. Who knows what traps the scientist has around?!

So instead she just smiles, glancing back to Bucky, "Pancakes. Got it. You will have to introduce me to him sometime, think he's doing an investigation which may intersect one of mine. Whenever we get the time." she says. Going to walk WAND's corridors was always an adventure... Might as well have a chaperone.. Specially after last time..

"And what is new with you guys? Any juicy gossip I can tempt you to share over some chocolate offerings?" She teases.

Melinda May has posed:
Who ever really believes any of Fitz's notions are 'litte'. Or simple. Or even easy? May doesn't. She'd call him a magician, but she's seen real magic. And that's not what Fitz does. She likes what Fitz does a whole lot better.

This is why she avoids WAND.

She finishes off her chocolate now and picks up her tablet, starting to swipe through some of the things that brought her down in the first place. She just needs to find her spot again.

James Barnes has posed:
"Lemme know if I can help with that," Buck notes to Fitz, as his hand sort of drifts towards the pile of chocolate. But he's apparently had enough, for he lets it fall, and looks back at the screen. "Yeah, that's the thing. If you make the jacket thick enough for the rifling to really bite, it's back to something that's too close to lethal."

He's about to answer that question about gossip when his phone goes off. A glance down and Buck says, apologetically, "Gotta go. Promised to do something with Steve this afternoon. Thanks for the chocolate. You guys have a good day." Then he's heading for the door, Lili heeling neatly by his side.

Leopold Fitz has posed:
Look at how much his other tech has benefitted SHIELD as a whole! The ICERs! The wonderous drone army! A host of scientific and technological fixes for all manner of problems. Surely Fitz poking his nose into training techniques and agumented reality solutions can only benefit everyone involved? Because when has messing around with advanced artificial intelligences ever gone wrong for anyone?

"I keep meaning to poke my nose into that part of the Triskelion. Introduce myself around. Try to get a feel for everything that they're working on," the young agent admits with a small shrug, still not looking up from his computer, tapping away and only pausing to snatch up another chocolate treat. Daisy's place as the Bringer of Food will remain enshrined for sometime to come.

Of course to manage that much would require the aforementioned time that he is sadly lacking. One of these days.

Glancing up towards Bucky, he gives a quick nod. "I'll have the new rifle model for you to test in a day or two. The redesigned cartridges might take just a little longer," he offers up.

Gossip, huh? "Perkin's efforts to improve on Simmons' and my dendrotoxin formulation blew up in his face. Literally. He's been in the medbay for the past two days," Fitz says with a certain amount of relish. Damn you Perkins.

The nature of gossip might be another area where R&D is just a liiiitttle different then the rest of SHIELD.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
The 'gossip' from Fitz has her blink once, a bit surprised. "Somehow it does not seem as if you pity the man much.. Or at all." she then lets out a laugh, patting the bag of chocs left on the work bench.

As Bucky makes his way out Daisy nods at the group. "Take care, Bucky." then to the others. "And ..., it's time for me to go back to my own work too. I swear, SHIELD has some drillmasters around that don't let anyyyyone have a break." a 'subtle' glance at May, but the quirky grin on her lips is telling that she is joking.

She dislodges herself from the table and waves. "I will catch you guys later on. Remember. 10 laps around the gym to kill off this chocolate!" and there she goes!