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Elena had just gotten off work after a very long shift. She'd stepped through the front door of the Gilbert house, exhaustion etched in every inch of her body. She'd been about to toe-heel her shoes off when she noticed she wasn't in Kansas Mystic Falls anymore. She'd lived there nearly her entire life and Mystic Falls, for all its charms, never had a beach, among a few other things she could point out. Exhaustion had been forgotten in favor of figuring out what the hell was going on. At first, she'd thought it was another Mystic Falls thing, or a vampire thing.

It turned out that it was a whole new thing that she'd never even known could exist. The next few days Elena spends researching this place and settling in. She drinks a lot of coffee from the bookstore and gives the clinic a thorough look over, signing up to work there (volunteer? Can it be called work if one isn't being paid or doesn't need to be paid?). She also stops in at the boxing gym and works over the punching bag for a little while, venting her frustration at being here. Finally, she does some shopping around town, ending the day on the beach with a glass of wine.

It's not until several days later that she finally approaches the N E T W O R K with a text message:

Top 5 things a new person needs to know. Go!
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Steve has been here before. It's been a long time, but he remembers the brief feeling of euphoria that he had experienced and the welcoming strangers he'd met in the bar. His apartment is still just as he left it, a call back to the apartment he used to share with Bucky so long ago.

He remembers Wanda being here also and telling him about the New Avengers Facility. It isn't quite as disorienting to find himself here again, an escape provided by a random doorway. This time he doesn't fight the escape, instead he walks through and begins wandering through the city, looking for the New Avengers Facility and his friends - new and old.

For the first time in months, he doesn't bother trying to hide his face. He knows enough about this place to know that the Accords don't hold here.


[Of course, there might be a faster way to know what he needs to know.]

Avengers, report.
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It had been late, just like every night in his new office had been. The Punisher trial might have gotten him noticed enough to get here, but it sure as hell wasn't enough to keep him here. He got the very pressing feeling that Hogarth was testing him and if the small amount of sleep he'd gotten that first week had proven anything, he was intent on passing each test with flying colors.

He was grateful for the distraction, except for when it left him too groggy to realise he was heading to the old Murdock and Nelson office at six in the morning. Or when he couldn't help but think a drink at Josie's would make for a nice break only to realize that his usual drinking buddies were more than a little out of pocket at the moment. Luckily the new job meant he had a lot of work to focus on and not a lot of time to think about how everything had changed between himself and Matt, or even himself and Karen.

So when he finally turned off the light, grabbed his coat and headed out the door only to find himself on a sandy beach, he figured he was simply dreaming. He walked along the beach, taking in the beauty and breathing in the fresh air before the came to the edge of a small city. The city itself didn't really go against the idea of a dream, since it seemed like a mismatch of different eras and styles all pushed together. He took it all in until his feet began to ache and his stomach began to growl. Physical reactions that seemed surreal in a surreal dream.

Foggy sat on a bench, and that's when he discovered the PDA in his pocket. He stared at the message for a moment.

"Itinere?" He glanced around him, making eye contact with the first person who happened to be passing by at that moment. "Excuse me. Can I ask you a question?" He didn't wait for an answer. "What's Itinere?"


I've heard of perks before, but my own tropical paradise accessible through my office?

I know we're not tax lawyers, but this can't even come close to being a write off for Hogarth, Chao and Benowitz.