Cameron was lost. He was lost, and confused and on a fucking new world somehow, and so he had done what any sensible SHIELD agent would do in this situation. He had foudn the nearest cafe, booted up his laptop, and looked for answers.
And found no internet.
What?
No really, what?
How... what?
Cameron sighed, opened his advanced algorithm program and began working on the math of how he had gotten here. If he couldn't get answers, and he couldn't find internet, and he had no clue where he was, well... at least he could do math, right? And maybe find a way to contact Director Fury or Director Coulson, and get the heck out of here.
But there was noise, and there was people, and soon he had to scavenge his earbuds out of his bag and start playing music just to concentrate. Even then, it didn't work, and so he sat, staring around the street, confused, and unsure just how to process all of this.
Cameron Klein | MCU | 1/3
And found no internet.
What?
No really, what?
How... what?
Cameron sighed, opened his advanced algorithm program and began working on the math of how he had gotten here. If he couldn't get answers, and he couldn't find internet, and he had no clue where he was, well... at least he could do math, right? And maybe find a way to contact Director Fury or Director Coulson, and get the heck out of here.
But there was noise, and there was people, and soon he had to scavenge his earbuds out of his bag and start playing music just to concentrate. Even then, it didn't work, and so he sat, staring around the street, confused, and unsure just how to process all of this.