nightcathedral | Put one foot wrong and I'm gonna fall...

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Put one foot wrong and I'm gonna fall...

It's nearly three in the morning when Olivia slips out of her room and heads down to the lab where Tony Stark had a sensory deprivation tank set up for her. She moves quickly and quietly, and doesn't bother switching on the lights when she enters the lab, leaving the blue glow of the monitors around the room to light her way - she's hoping that the less she does, the less JARVIS will take notice of her, and maybe he won't wake anyone to tell them what she's doing before it's too late. There are letters on her bed to Steve, to Jane, to Tony and Bruce, and between that and her absence, and whatever security cameras she's sure are monitoring this room, that'll have to do to explain where she's gone.

She eases the door quietly shut behind her, and crosses the room to the bright steel table where the syringes full of Cortexiphan Dr. Banner managed to synthesize are already laid out. Olivia picks one up, grimaces a little, and slides the needle into the big veins just below her wrist. Maybe this is what went wrong the last time. Maybe she needs a dose of the drug to get her to the right place. She's praying that's what it is, because otherwise, she's running out of ideas or other plans.

The empty syringe makes a soft ringing sound as she tosses it back into the tray. Olivia's already all but running up the stairs to access the tank. There's a breathing apparatus dangling over the top, just like in Walternate's lab. She grabs it, fits it into her mouth and takes a breath, and slides into the water with hardly a ripple.

For a minute, nothing happens. Olivia floats in the tank, eyes closed, just breathing and thinking of letting the universe pass through her, just like Walter told her the first time. Thinking of home.

Between one breath and the next, she vanishes, with only a swirling disturbance in the water of the tank to mark that she was there at all. The room stays silent, the tank empty, for another minute or two.

Then the tank explodes in a roar of heat and light, a ring of fire spreading outward and taking hold anywhere it can, blackening what it can't. Olivia tumbles out of the tank along with the water and lands with a crunch in the shattered glass from the tank, choking and gasping while the fire that wasn't put out by the flood dances up the walls.

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"No!" He yelps it at the same moment Olivia does, recovering from his personal horror long enough to manage the word. He takes the geiger counter - gently, but firmly - and plucks it out of Walter's hands, setting it safely aside before he edges around the man to join Olivia at the other side of the room.

Yes, she said not to be alarmed if he did what he just did but - it's kind of hard not to be. "We were asleep. Agent Dunham had injured herself trying to cross over, and I'd been pretty badly burned pulling her out. We weren't- we didn't-"

He manages several more half-formed syllables before taking a deep breath and composing himself. He nods to the two others present, throwing a small salute and somehow managing to look serious despite the ridiculousness of his outfit and his own temporary speechlessness. "Agents."

Walter's surprised enough by the geiger counter being taken from him that he doesn't respond immediately. Olivia can't help but be deeply grateful for that. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she murmurs a brief, "I'm sorry, he's always like that" to Steve as he reaches her, and lets out a slow breath before lifting her head again. Not even that can make her wish she hadn't come back, but she does kind of want to melt into the floor at the moment.

Broyles is doing an admirable job of not reacting to that momentary outburst. "Captain." He nods in response to Steve's salute, just as serious. His gaze flicks back to Olivia after a moment. "Dunham. I understand you've already been through a lot, but if you could explain what you do know-"

"Where were you burned?" Walter asks abruptly, now eyeing Steve with a frown that might be suspicion. "Agent Dunham has obvious cuts and abrasions, but you, Captain Roberts, appear to be unharmed."

"My back, my feet, and from the feel of it, minor burns on my arms and ribcage. And you can call me Steve, if that's easier to remember." He answers calmly, without hesitation, and then turns his attention to Broyles. "It might be easier to explain who I am and where she's been, and work backwards from Agent Dunham's arrival in my universe, sir. If you don't mind my saying so."

"He won't remember," Peter says, vaguely amused. "And Walter, he's not burned because his genetic makeup was altered as part of a supersoldier program and his cells have a self-insulating system of regeneration. If I'm remembering that right. Right?"

The last is directed at Steve, who stares at Peter like the other man has once again given him an unexpected punch to the psyche.

He kind of has. Strangers - strangers who aren't part of SHIELD in some way - shouldn't know that.

"Peter..." Olivia says, shooting him a warning look. Calling him Captain America was bad enough - she doesn't even need to look at Steve to know how he'll react to Peter having that knowledge.

"How did you know that?" Walter asks, obviously speaking to Peter though he's still staring at Steve with a combination of suspicion and, now, very obvious fascination.

Olivia takes a breath shifts her stance a little, straightening and drawing herself up a little as she focuses on Broyles again. She's starting to feel like she might want to get Steve out of the room before Walter comes at him with a syringe or something. "Sir, I'd be happy to explain everything, but Captain Rogers has been through more today than I have, and there's nothing he could tell you that I don't know." Not strictly true, but details on SHIELD and the Avengers probably aren't necessary for Fringe to know.

Astrid glances between Steve, Olivia and Broyles, and offers, "I could arrange for a hotel room for him, if..."

He collects himself enough to smile at Astrid. "I'll be fine with whatever arrangements you make."

As for letting Olivia deal with this on her own, he appreciates the offer, but-

But Peter has other plans at the moment. "Actually, I'd like a word with Olivia, if you wouldn't mind explaining your part in things, Captain Rogers," Peter says. He does his best to sound apologetic. He didn't want to gutpunch a childhood hero, but sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind.

Without waiting for an answer he, comes over to rest a hand on Olivia's arm and guide her over to a corner of the room. "Please listen before you lecture me. I'm assuming you want to help him get home?"

A pause, but only a brief one. "Based on what I know- based on the way he reacted to it- I don't think that's a good idea." Peter kind of can't believe he's saying this. "I haven't read anything new in a while, but Olivia, if what's written in the comics here holds true for him there, he's going to get killed. Tony Stark is going to kill him."

As soon as Steve confirms that he's okay with it, Olivia nods to Astrid - and as soon as Broyles gives her the nod too, Astrid moves to a computer to set it up. Whether or not he goes now, they're not getting him home tonight, and he's going to need a place to stay sooner or later.

Olivia's a little taken aback at Peter's interruption - and a little annoyed, to be honest - but murmurs a quick "excuse me" to Steve and lets Peter lead her across the room. And his explanation... is the last thing she expected to hear.

"What?" Olivia whispers sharply, flicking a glance back to Steve before focusing on Peter again. "Peter, just because you know who he is... that doesn't mean everything you read has to be true. I've met Tony Stark, Steve trusts him... They're friends. He was ready to tear my head off when Steve got hurt because of me, he wouldn't..." She can't see him doing that. Not to Steve.

"Best friends, actually. I don't know what happened - like I said, I haven't read anything in a long time." Peter massages his forehead with two fingers and manages a tiny laugh. "I'm not saying everything written about them is true, but if a detail that classified is, what else might be? That's my point."

"Um, Agent Dunham?" Steve is in a corner, holding Walter off with what he thinks is an IV stand. Apparently explaining his part in Olivia's crossover attempt wasn't enough to satisfy the man's curiosity. Considering the fact that he was half-conscious for the aftermath, Steve can't exactly blame him. Still, it would have been nice to get past "She showed up when I was out on a walk" and "we were trying to help her get back" before being... Attacked isn't the right word, exactly, but it's close.

"Walter." Peter breaks away from Olivia, planting himself between Walter and Steve and taking the IV stand, mostly so he can point it reproachfully at his father. "Stop harassing the American icon."

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Olivia sighs, and follows Peter back toward the others. She'd really thought that once she got home, everything would be... well, as simple as anything ever is in her life anymore. That was clearly a deeply misguided belief.

Walter's backing off, albeit with quite a bit of grumbling about how he needs clear information to determine what happened, and something about blood and tissue samples - Olivia decides Peter's more than capable of handling him for the moment, and homes in on Broyles, who looks like he'd like to get out of the madhouse as soon as possible. She can't blame him.

"Sir, I think it might be best if I send you a written report and meet you later to answer any further questions you might have. Tomorrow?"

She breathes a sigh of relief when he agrees - one less thing to worry about this instant, at least - and turns back toward Steve, Peter and Walter.

"Walter, I will tell you everything you want to know, just please stop scanning him. If a blood sample is really necessary, we'll get it for you another time. Peter..." she sighs, unable to keep the exhaustion out of her voice. "Can you find me the books, please? Anything you think might be relevant..."

"No," Steve says, startled. "I'm not trying to be difficult, but no. I won't be giving anyone any blood or tissue samples. I hope you can understand - no matter what you might know about me, it's still classified where I come from. The research involved is still restricted."

He frowns, trying to parse out if he's making sense or not. "This might be America, but you're not my government, if that makes sense. I'm sorry."

Peter winces, knowing how well Walter is going to take that, before he nods to Olivia. "Don't worry about it. I'll see what I can dig up. Walter, let's get you home, and we'll get the details from Olivia tomorrow. All right?"

Olivia eyes Steve for a moment, and then nods shortly. She's not going to force him into anything he doesn't want to do - if it's truly necessary to figure out how to get him back, he can make that decision when they come to it. "I understand. That's fine."

She glances back to Peter and hesitates for a second. She wants to ask if she can talk to him alone before she meets with the rest of the team again, get whatever's between the two of them sorted out. She's never been good at this, but you would think after they talked in the hotel room on the other side, this would be... easier, somehow. It's not.

Finally, all she can really say is a soft, "Thank you, Peter. I'll see you tomorrow. Astrid, if you can tell me where Steve's hotel is, I'll dr-"

She stops. Grimaces. Fights down a momentary seething hatred for the other Olivia and everyone on the other side who helped that woman steal her entire life. "Someone please tell me you know where my car is. And whether I still have an apartment."

He smiles, relieved at her understanding. "Thank you." '

"Your car is being held in one of the FBI's impound garages. I'll get it out tonight. Rachel has been dealing with your apartment when none of us can - the mail and everything." He sets the IV aside and manages a very small smile. "It's been taken care of."

Steve looks down at his open shirt and fiddles with the buttons, suddenly realizing just how much he doesn't know about this entire situation. "I can get a cab, if it's an inconvenience."

He might mean 'check in and then wander the city until I can actually consider sleep', but they don't really need to know that.

Olivia smiles in relief at Peter's answer - especially his mention of Rachel. She's been trying not to think about that, what Rachel and Ella must be feeling with all of this going on when they can't even know the whole story, but if Rachel's still in town and dealing with things... it has to be okay. And God, she can't wait to see them.

"Thank you," she says again. Astrid walks up to her with a printout of the information on Steve's hotel room, and Olivia takes it with a grateful smile. "Walter, Astrid, I'm very glad to see both of you. And Steve..." She glances at the hotel information, and nods a little - it's the same place they had Walter and Peter staying before they found a house. "We can share a cab, and I'll drop you off. It's on my way."

Peter half-laughs on his way to shuffling Walter out the door. "It's for you, Olivia," he says, as though that should be all the explanation she needs. As far as he's concerned, it is.

Steve watches them go with relief. He's gone back to plucking uselessly at Peter's buttons, dreading the moment when he gets dropped off and finds himself alone with nothing to occupy him but the idea of being alone. "Can I ask who Rachel is?"

Olivia waits until they're alone in the lab - again - before walking across the room to grab the phone and call a cab. She grins again at the mention of Rachel. "My sister. She and my niece were staying at my place before I left, but I wasn't sure they'd still be in town."

The cab company picks up; Olivia studies Steve quietly while she asks for a cab to be sent to the Kresge Building. After she hangs up, she gestures for Steve to follow her as she starts for the door.

"I am very sorry about Walter. He's not good with people, and he gets... fixated on certain things, but he'll get past it. Are you okay?"

Steve stares at her for a second and then - he can't help it - he laughs. "You know, Colonel Fury asked me almost the exact same thing when I woke up. Oh-" The last is startled. He somehow managed to pull one of the buttons off of Peter's shirt. "Sorry. And yes, I'm fine. I'll be fine."

He studies her, the worry returning. "Are you? I could ride with you to your place, if- I mean, I don't have to if you'd rather I didn't, but it should be easy enough for the cabbie to find a hotel, I'd think."

She flicks the lights off and holds the door to the hall open for him. She's not sure she believes he's fine, but she'll let it go. He did, when their positions were reversed.

His question startles her - she stares at him for a second, giving him a bemused little smile before nodding. "Yeah. Of course I'm fine. And you don't have to do that. I'm sure you'd like some... time to yourself, after all this..."

"I'll have plenty," he says, stepping into the hall with a quiet 'thank you'. "I'd as soon see you all the way home beforehand."

Steve scratches the back of his head. "You know, in some ways, I'm kind of... glad this happened. If you'd just vanished I think part of me would have always wondered if you'd made it back safe."

Olivia sighs, but it's half-hearted, and with a quiet smile to herself. She knows him well enough by now to know arguing with him won't get her anywhere - he's going to win this one anyway. She lets the door swing closed, double checks that it locked behind her, and starts down the hallway.

"In that case, we can head to my place first. I'd hate to have you worrying all night." She sighs again, shaking her head a little, and goes on, "And while I understand what you mean, I'm still sorry this happened. I'm sorry I pulled you here, however I did it. You didn't-"

You didn't need this. Unless Peter's right. Unless his best friend is going to kill him, back there, and could she leave him to that? Could she send him back to that? She honestly doesn't know.

He keeps pace with her, peering out the windows to try and get some sense of this world, continuously expecting something dramatically different, different the way the twenty-first century was different from the 40s. When she stops talking, he looks back at her and frowns. "Olivia?"

Olivia shakes her head, forcing a little smile. "Sorry, I was just... It's nothing." She can't even come up with a believable lie for what interrupted her train of thought - a part of her feels like he'd know, somehow, if she did lie, and the rest of her doesn't want to lie to him.

She'll tell him if he needs to know. When she decides it really is a legitimate concern. But until then... There's no reason to give him one more thing to worry about.

They reach the end of the hall and the door out onto the street, and Olivia pauses just outside, taking a moment to take in the familiar scene. Her home. Her universe. She smiles. "Welcome to Boston, Captain."

It's good to see her smile. He can't imagine the relief of being back where you started - back where you really started. He inhales, expecting somehow that the taste of the air on another world will be different, but it's no stranger than the interior of the building or the view of the street.

The cab pulls up to the sidewalk, and Steve automatically steps forward to open the door for Olivia - before realizing that she might not appreciate it. He lets go and steps back, scratching his nose, before rounding the cab and installing himself in the back seat on the other side.

"...thank you." She sounds surprised, more than offended - it's hard to be offended by that kind of gesture when it comes from Steve, and she's still smiling as she slides into the cab.

She gives the driver her address and settles back, pointedly ignoring the odd looks the man keeps casting Steve in the rearview mirror. If she pretends there's nothing strange about two people catching a cab from a lab in Harvard in the middle of the night, one in a shirt that doesn't fit him at all... maybe the driver just won't ask. She can hope, anyway.

It's a short drive from Harvard to her house - fifteen minutes on a normal day, less at this time of night with next to no traffic - but Olivia all but vibrates with tension the whole way, drumming her fingers unconsciously against her thigh as she stares out the window. The last time she saw Rachel and Ella, she wasn't sure she would see them again, and now even a fifteen minute wait seems like an eternity.

Steve, for his part, is focused out the window, wondering if he should be trying for conversation. That particular thought fades as he starts to marvel at just how similar this city looks to his Boston. Well, his new Boston. It's almost easy to forget that he's not just riding with her to the airport to head back to New York after a press meeting.

They're pulling up to her place before he's ready to lose the companionship, silent though it is. He climbs out and hesitates before going back around to Olivia's side of the car, though he's half expecting her to be out before he gets there. He would be, if home was that close. He wouldn't be able to help it.

Olivia manages to restrain herself from bounding out of the car and up to her apartment, but just barely. She stays put long enough to pay the man - Astrid, thank God, had the presence of mind to hand her cab fare along with the information on Steve's hotel - and by then Steve's opening her door for her. She slides out, and hesitates for a second, glancing from him to her building.

"Would you like to come up and meet Rachel? Or... you can just head to your hotel if you're tired - I'll drop by in the morning with some clothes, and anything else you need..."

He looks down at himself and gives a little cough. "Um. I'll walk you up, at least. But I don't really think I'm fit to meet anyone at the moment."

A pause as he realizes something else. "....Did anyone tell her you were coming?"

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