It's not like I don't want to help. I do. But after that, I'm going home. I spent weeks in the Framework, strapped to a board, thinking I was Hydra. I've earned a night in my own bed.
Did you set our little healer up to fail because I think she's pretty? Or did you really think she'd succeed? You want to see me happy. Then tell me, what does Jemma have that makes her so different, makes her capable to succeed in this?
I told you she'd find her way down here. And demonstrating her powers, no less. That right there is a weapon of mass destruction, tied up in one pretty, little package, all for you. We can talk about price later, but I expect that you'll be more than fair.
This is life. Otherwise, our families could pay the price. You have people you care about I heard that much. If you care about them, I suggest you play the game. And if they pit us against each other, I suggest you try to win. 'Cause I will.
"Say, Deke. How you doing? You look really good. Can we have a word?" See? It's not that hard. I was coming to find you guys, anyway, 'cause I haven't seen you in a little while.
Yeah. She found me. I was just with her a couple hours ago. And it's it's-it's all good. I-I helped her onto a lower medical floor. It's where we think your other friend is.
Yeah. That. And I told her that you'd wonder, and she said, "Get out of my way. This is what I do. My friend's life is on the line. I'll figure something out."
When Hope died, the real Hope, she never came home, and, still, it took me weeks before I could walk into her nursery and take everything away, but I did it eventually.
But this Hope, my Hope in the Framework, she, uh... This is harder. I miss her so much. It's so much worse. Imagine that. I survived the pain of losing my real child, but I can't get over the pain of losing a fake one, so what kind of a father does that make me? Maybe Gunner was right about me. Maybe I really am already lost. I...
The universe doesn't want or care about anything. And even if it did, why wouldn't it want you to be together? You two are so perfect for each other, it makes everyone a little bit nauseous.
Jemma, it's me. Don't turn around. Just play it cool. I've missed you so much. You know, I spent six months locked up in an off-the-books military prison—not to mention 80 years frozen in space—all just hoping to find you, and here you are. You know, I realized something. The universe can't stop us. 'Cause we've crossed galaxies. We've traveled through time. We've survived the bottom of the Atlantic just so we could be together. Now, a love like that, that's stronger than any curse. And you and I, we are unstoppable together. I, I don't want to live another day without you. So, Jemma Simmons, will you marry me?