A Day Out

"...Weren't you going to write a script?" Hill asked, her face full of astonishment.

Director Daisy pulled out a stack of printing paper. Activating Super Vision and super speed, she wrote furiously, moving so fast her hands left afterimages.

"Finished! Let's go!" In less than a minute, she tossed down her pen, grabbed Hill, and left the base.

They had both changed into casual clothes, slipped past the patrolling agents, and driven into the prehistoric creature zone.

With the breeze in their faces and the untouched prehistoric scenery passing by, all they could smell was each other's scent. They both felt relaxed.

It had been a long time since they had shared an atmosphere like this. They seemed to have many things to say, yet neither knew where to begin.

The silence grew heavier, but fortunately, a tank-like triceratops ran past the car, easing their awkwardness.

Hill cried out and instinctively took a defensive stance.

Daisy did not care in the slightest. She had beaten up every dinosaur here once. The carnivorous dinosaurs had all been blasted far away, and the dinosaurs closer to the S.H.I.E.L.D. base were entirely herbivores, each gentler than the last.

The triceratops that had just run past was still in its adolescence, at the lively age when it loved to play.

She whistled. The triceratops stopped instantly, then trotted back with a somewhat ingratiating air and lowered its head for Daisy to stroke its Big Head.

"See? It's very gentle. Want to pet it?" she asked Hill.

Seeing that the aide was a little tempted, Daisy gave a signal. The triceratops promptly jogged over to Hill's side and obediently lowered its head.

Following Daisy's example, Hill reached out and stroked the triceratops's Big Head. Curious, she also touched the thick-looking frill around its neck a