"We may not be able to go that far." Wanda was the first to speak. A little embarrassed, she tapped her heel and quietly thanked Daisy Johnson, who was helping trim the ends of her hair. The mixed-race hacker nodded cheerfully. Her own cropped hair had dried after being soaked with sweat, leaving little messy strands hanging beside her cheeks. But when faced with Wanda's crimson hair, she became quite serious, using small scissors to carefully trim away the burned, curled sections.
Fitz watched them as though witnessing an unbelievable miracle. It was as if they had secretly turned some dial on their heads in the blink of an eye; the shift from drawn swords to peaceful coexistence had happened unbelievably fast, as swift as magnesium reacting with acid, yet utterly silent. Women truly were incomprehensible creatures. One second they wanted to tear out each other's throats, the next they could groom one another like cats, and the second after that they might be plotting to bite each other to death again—Fitz quietly edged away from them. As part of the cooperation, Robbie Reyes had completely lost his say in the matter, because he was receiving an IV and looked like he would have to sleep for at least several more hours. As the stronger party, the City of Immortals had completely taken charge of the mission. S.H.I.E.L.D. could only cooperate with the City of Immortals' actions, just as they had when they rescued Leopold Fitz and Jemma Simmons from another planet.
It was not a pleasant memory for any of the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. After all, no one knew whether the nuclear bomb hanging over their heads would actually launch, even though they all knew it was a necessary precaution.
Constantine had no objections. He did not mind treating