#i thought gav's little secret agent verse would fit really well with five

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CLOSED STARTER | @equationsoff

It's not like Gavin hasn't dealt with weird shit since he got thrust into this whole multiverse thing. He thought he had a pretty good grip on science, considering he spent four miserable years of his young adulthood stuck in an institute of higher education, or whatever the fuck. But then, well. Maybe if he'd been more into physics, the whole multidimensional timeloop bullshit wouldn't be such a mindfuck.

All that to say? He's really not sure what to make of the kid sitting in from of him now. Especially because apparently he's not a kid, he's about twice Gavin's age thanks to some sort of time travel fuckery. Which – oh yeah! – is apparently something he can do. Just, like, at will.

Jesus fuck, Gavin's got a headache.

❝ All right, sorry, run this by me one last time. ❞ He's about at his wits end, both hands rubbing at his temples 'cause he was not kidding about the headache.

He looks up at the kid-that's-not-a-kid ( Five, he reminds himself ) with a wary pinch of his brows. He's gonna need so much fuckin' coffee and nicotine to swallow this one, he's pretty sure. ❝ You work for the CIA as a – what, some sort of time-traveling secret agent? And you've stopped – ❞ He glances down at the file he was given, because apparently this kid is familiar to Gavin's superiors, which is really the Big Thing pissing him off right now. ❝ – four different world-ending events. ❞