{one} [video]

[notoneword]

When the video comes alive, it seems fairly clear that it's some kind of mistake. The man holding the device is only half in frame, his expression somewhere between serious and distressed, though he says nothing. The collar of his black leather-looking top is visible at the bottom of the screen, and anyone watching can hear the sound of him walking through water - still in the bay, then, as the dim lighting shadowing his face confirms.

To say that the situation was confusing for Black Bolt would be a vast understatement. He had been sent to Earth, fine, but this didn't seem to be the same place, and waking up inside of some kind of pod with new belongings and information on his chest had been worrying to say the least. He didn't like the idea that he had been unconscious, that someone had apparently been with him while he was. Add to that the fact that he couldn't find an obvious way to communicate, and he was having a pretty bad day.

After a few moments of figuring it out, he clicked the video off. He didn't know who was here, anyway. Perhaps keeping a low profile until he found out where he was, and where his family was, would be better.

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[voiceoftheking]

[That was enough to make what composure she had weaken further, eyes squeezing shut as she pulled a hand to her own chest. It gave her the moment she needed to speak without her voice wavering. To take a breath.]

Good. I can be there soon. [She was already moving after all. Finding her way back to the Bay would be simple.]

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[notoneword]

He nodded again, stopping where he was and lifting his gaze to the street. He waited, patiently, still holding the phone with the video on until she got there. As soon as she was in view, he walked to meet her, taking long, purposeful steps until he was close enough to embrace her. For this, he didn't need words.

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[voiceoftheking]

Medusa accepted the embrace easily and returned it eagerly. They had been separated for nearly no time, but it was still too long.

"We're stuck here," she all but whispers, the words almost bitter.

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[notoneword]

He held her, and after a moment his hand moved to her head, feeling the bristly, soft short hairs there. Closing his eyes briefly, he fought not to hold on too tightly, and pulled apart far enough to sign to her, What happened to you? After a brief pause, he continued, Who did this?

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[voiceoftheking]

It was strange, almost new, being able to feel the warmth of his fingers against her scalp as they brushed across the remnants of her hair. It wasn't unpleasant, really, other than acting as a reminder. It wasn't even as if she needed one.

Medusa pressed her lips together in a line, gathering her thoughts as she looked up into Black Bolt's eyes. "Maximus," was the answer to both questions, the word almost defiant, as if there was some tiny fraction of her who was afraid he might not believe her. "It will grow back," she added after a short pause, attempting to pull the corners of her mouth up into something like a smile, some hint of reassurance she was not herself feeling.