Simmons had no concept of how long she spent in the black void after getting sucked into the Kree weapon. There was nothing to see around her, and the constant feeling of spinning out of control obliterated any attempt to keep track of time. She didn't know if she should be thankful that she was still somehow able to breathe inside the tar-like substance, considering she had no indication of whether that simply meant she was doomed to starve to death inside the thing.
But not long after that thought crossed her mind, it was over, and she saw light again. Just one problem: the room she was now in was completely different from where she'd started. It was a barren stone chamber filled with a cold blue light, the only furnishings being ornate pillars in the corners. Looking back, she saw the weapon that had sucked her up, or at least a copy of it. Wanting to get as far as possible, she rushed in the opposite direction, only to bump face first into what seemed in every other respect like thin air.
She didn't have long to ponder this before a hole in the wall opened up opposite her, and a large blue humanoid came in. Her first thought was of the Kree. This was their device, after all, and from everything she'd heard this being looked just like they were supposed to. Then she noticed the look on his face, stunned surprise, before he said, "My god, it really did happen. A destroyer was called. I am honored to be in your presence." He bowed his head.
A rather nonplussed Simmons replied, "Um, excuse me?"
The Kree looked up, confused. "You are a destroyer, are you not? Sent to the Kree to help us cleanse the universe of our past mistakes?"
Simmons shrugged. "I…don't think so. Sorry."
He paced a few steps. "But this is impossible. The retrievers were designed to only open for those who possessed the ability. How did this happen?"
"I was just minding my own business when this thing just grabbed me. I mean, I know about the weapons your people created and that you're trying to get rid of them now, but that's got nothing to do with me."
The pacing stopped and he looked at her again. "Oh, but it does. The retriever would not have sent you to us unless you possessed the gift and had not yet been corrupted by the Terrigen mist. I'm sorry that you didn't know, but it is your fate to be trained by us to wipe out others like yourselves."
Simmons felt like the floor had dropped under her. Could it be true? Was she an Inhuman herself? She couldn't help smirking at the irony if that was the case, given her brief flirtation with Gonzales' level of bigotry towards them.
The Kree misinterpreted the expression. "Ah, you are pleased to hear it. Good. And now I must take you to someone with more authority than I. He will know what to do." He touched a button on his belt, and there was a brief wind as the room's air circulated. He held out his hand, and without much other option Simmons took it, this time passing through to the door without incident.
The Kree didn't seem to have much of a sense of aesthetics, as all the halls they passed through looked the same as the room she'd come through, and Simmons quickly gave up trying to memorize the way back. Finally they arrived in a place with more furnishings, looking like a throne room except with something more like an office desk that another Kree was sitting at.
Her companion gave a brief bow. "General, this is the one the retriever sent to us. Unfortunately, she did not know about her fate beforehand."
The Kree General was older, with a couple nasty looking scars across his face. He frowned at Simmons and said, "Well, it was not our mistake, I know that much. You will never go poor underestimating the incompetence of others. Now, what is your name?"
Simmons took a half second to realize he was talking to her. "Jemma. Jemma Simmons."
The frown didn't budge. "And what do you know of our situation, if you were ignorant of that much?"
Simmons told him the story of Vin-Tak's visit, then skipped ahead to the event that brought her here when she sensed the General getting impatient. He then nodded and said, "You don't strike me as much of a warrior, but the retriever cannot be wrong. You will fight for us. Are you ready to begin?"
She shook her head. "I'm sorry, but you're right. I'm not a warrior, I'm a scientist. And I just want to go home. Can't you send me back there and wait for someone else? What difference could I make?"
The General's eyes grew very cold. "Beings like you are few and getting fewer. We need every able body to purge the universe of our ancestors' mistakes. Yet you say you are not willing?"
Simmons' terror was growing, but still she stood her ground. "I don't believe they need to be purged. I've met a few of them, and some are quite reasonable and just want to live their lives. One is a good friend."
This got the General upset enough to stand up. "Disgraceful. Well, you will accept your fate one way or another. Perhaps some time in confinement will make you more willing. Take her to a cell!"
The first Kree gave another bow and grabbed Simmons' arm, towing her out of the room with a powerful grip. Once they were out in the hall he said, "You should not have said that. There is only one way this can end for you, so why not spare yourself this discomfort?"
Simmons looked him in the eye and said, "Because I have powerful friends, and I have faith in them. They will find me somehow."
"Perhaps, perhaps not. Either way, this is what happens next." He then surprised her by giving a small laugh. "If nothing else, spending some time with your new cellmate may make you more compliant. Listening to his endless babble is almost on par with some of our torture devices."
She was dragged down several levels, and then thrown behind another force field. A voice behind her shouted "Is it asking too much for some decent food?" before the Kree left.
Simmons sighed and turned to see her new companion. And then it took her mind several seconds to accept what she was seeing. She had thought knowing the Kree were in the universe was strange enough, but nothing had prepared her for the sight of a four foot duck wearing a red waistcoat.
He looked her up and down with an uncomfortable lascivious look in his eye. "Well well well, every new alien I see really is uglier than the last." He then noticed her expression and said, "Let me guess. You were expecting a raccoon."