Slow progress
It had been a few days since you crooked off the husk, and you were still trying to get a hang on your powers.
When you first woke up every single computer busted.
Every single one.
The whole science department was trying to find a way to help you control your powers, and you were currently trying out Fitzsimmons’ newest invention: a set of glasses for you to measure the electronic signals so as to not make everything go boom.
“How about now,” Jemma asked, making some adjustments in the glasses.
You winced at the change in the calibration, “It’s definitely different.”
“But is it better?” Fitz chipped in.
“I- I don’t know. Hold on,” you said pointing your hand at one of the computers.
It was working better than before, but it still wasn’t perfect.
You groaned as the computer shut itself off once again.
“Hey, it’s okay,” said Fitz while rubbing your back. “It’s okay, it’ll work. We just need to make a few more adjustments.”
“And what if that doesn’t work, what if I never get to control this.”
“Don’t think that, y/n,” started Jemma. “Remember when Daisy first got her powers?”
“Yeah.”
“She couldn’t control it either but with time…”
“...and help, she could do it perfectly,” finished Fitz. “You just need more time, y/n.”
You nodded slowly, “I guess so. Thanks guys.”
“Whenever you need,” they said in unison.
“Should we try again,” you suggested.
“Go for it.”
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