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Fitz was very used to the fantastical and weird happening all around him. It was pretty much his bread and butter these days.
Aliens trying to take over New York? Seen them. Avengers kicked their arses. No big deal. An alien trying to take his friend? Shot him with a big-ass gun. Said friend’s father hopped up on his own homemade science juice? Smashed him with a car, erased his memory. Inhuman monster made of flesh-eating microbes? Shot him into space and blew the hell out of him. Ghosts? Watched a demon kill them. Robots and cyborgs attacking? Been there, done that.
All that said, it was still a very strange day when he was taken onto a space ship and imprisoned by Inhumans for ‘crimes against Inhumanity’.
It was an even stranger day when a woman appeared in a blue police box just like a few they still had in Glasgow.
He’d been looking that way because the guard was coming back any time and he’d been working on a way to get the tracker out of his arm. He had a ragged shiv and some liquid nitrogen to freeze the tracker with. But when he glanced back, there it was, a blue police box sitting right there on the deck like it was always there.
“The hell?” he blurted.
Then woman stepped out and all he could think to say was, “I’ve seen one just like that on Buchanan Street in Glasgow.” He frowned, wondering if one of the guards had cold-cocked him again. “What’s it doin’ here?”
