Airbus, dining room.
While Fitz and Simmons studied the 084 in the lab, Skye and Ward sat on the couch discussing their worldviews.
Aaron tied a napkin around Abei's neck, then cut a large slab of juicy roasted beef into several portions and placed them on its plate.
"This is your dinner for today. Eat slowly."
Abei nodded and happily buried its head in its meal.
Aaron opened a bottle of chilled Crystal Cola and savored it from a wineglass.
"Master." As Abei chewed, it said casually, "These people seem to mean us no good."
Aaron glanced at the Peruvian military police eating and resting in the dining room and said dismissively, "Don't concern yourself with such trivial matters. Let Coulson's team deal with those lowlifes. As for us..."
"If there's nothing in it for us, don't fight unless we have to."
"Smart. You've learned to answer before I finish asking." Aaron's eyes were full of satisfaction. The Young Dragon had matured quite a bit.
"Master, do you really not want that device?"
"What would I want it for? I didn't even take the Cosmic Cube, much less some scrap metal made with its energy." Aaron spoke with contempt. Hydra had manufactured who knew how many such "scrap metal" weapons during World War II. He truly had no interest in them.
Meanwhile, in the command room.
Coulson handed Reyes a watch. "The first Walkie-Talkie Watch, made in Poland in 1936. I remember they only produced twenty of them, and they still work."
"I'd forgotten how sentimental you are, Philip." Reyes smiled and handed the watch back, then began looking over Coulson's collection of agent memorabilia. "Romanticizing history, huh?"
"Yeah. Most of those things were held together with glue.
Things from that era had a certain charm."
"Couldn't agree more." Reyes