A/N- Greetings! I wrote the first chapter of a thing. I kinda messed up ages I think. Also how does SHIELD recruit? I don't really know.

Jemma Simmons surveyed the mismatched group of people sitting in the lecture hall as she walked in. She saw people who seemed to have fire coming from their hands and people in lab coats holding gadgets. She suddenly felt very self-conscious in her jeans and blazer. She knew she should have brought something. Maybe an experiment to show off but she couldn't change that now. A man was now standing on the stage facing the group, holding a microphone. He had an eye patch covering his left eye and Jemma sure as hell didn't want to know where his eye had gone. Realizing that whatever she was in for was about to start she quickly sat down and placed her bag on the floor. Sure enough the moment she got comfortable the man's voice was heard.

"Good morning. I'm director Nick Fury. It's a pleasure to see so many of you here with us today. I'm sure a lot of you are wondering where you are exactly. Well, welcome to SHIELD or Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division."

"What's that?" The guy with the fire hands shouted.

"Excellent question. We are an espionage and law-enforcement agency who deal primarily with superhuman threats."

"Like Dr. Banner?"

"That's classified. As I was saying, you are all here because we recruited you. Each and every one of you were handpicked because you are the best. In a few moments you will be separated into groups and receive further information from some top operatives. At that time you will be able to decide if you would like to continue into the training program or not." Jemma looked around the room and saw that a quite a few men and women in suits had stepped into the room. Everyone around her seemed to be getting up so she did as well. She was separated out into a group led by a man who looked to be maybe twenty years older than her. He guided the group into a smaller conference room with a long oblong table.

"Help yourselves to some coffee. I know it's early." He gestured to the coffee machine.

Jemma watched as the others got coffee. She realized quickly that she was one of the youngest in the room at just twenty-one years old. But, she was used to it. Having skipped more than one grade had made her the youngest in her class to take GCSEs and A-levels. She was the youngest at her University and the youngest in her PhD program. So, she paid no attention to the age difference between her and her colleagues. After all, she thought, age was just a number and had no relationship to her knowledge.

When everyone was settled he introduced himself, "I'm Agent Phil Coulson. As you've probably guessed, SHIELD is a top-secret organization. I'll be passing out a packet to explain the rest." Sure enough a folder was handed to each of them. Jemma got her folder and opened it to begin reading. Halfway through the second page there was a disruption. She looked down the table to see that somehow a guy had managed to get all the papers to fall out of his folder.

"Sorry. Sorry. So sorry all. Don't mind me." He said in a Scottish accent as he picked papers up and tried to put them in the right order.* Jemma smiled to herself. She'd been homesick since coming to America that his accent was a comfort to her, reminding her of home in England. She stood up and grabbed her folder, walking over to him and crouching down next to the strange guy. He looked to be about her age and seemed as flustered with the whole situation as she felt.

"Here. You can look at mine and figure out what order the pages go in." She said.

"Thanks. Fitz, engineering." He stuck out his hand and smiled.

"Simmons, biochem." She shook his hand and looked down at his papers, "How did this happen?"

"Eh. I was taking out the clasps to try and make a bot with the motor I had in my pocket."

"And how'd that go?" He grinned and took out a small crude robot and put it on the ground. It started crawling about the room.

"Quite well. If I do say so myself." Jemma watched it scamper about. He was talented that was for sure, "Where're you from? That's not an American accent."

"Right you are. I'm from Sheffield. How about you?"

"Glasgow." He responded.

"Is everything okay here?" The agent whose name both scientists had forgotten was standing over them, observing the mess and staring at Fitz's robot. He hastily grabbed it and shoved it in his pocket before standing up and helping Simmons to her feet as well.

"Yeah. We're fine." She said.

"And you two are?"

"Fitz." She pointed to the boy next to her.

"Simmons." He pointed at her, "I'm engineering. She's biochem."

"Coulson." He stuck his hand out to both of them. They each shook it, "Are you two partners?"

"No. We've only just met." Fitz said, looking at the other scientist.

"I see. Follow me please." He led them out of the room and down a hall.

"Do you reckon we're getting kicked out of the program?" He whispered.

"No. He probably just wants to talk to us." She responded. They continued the walk in silence. Finally they reached another conference room, containing a similar table. Sitting at the head was the man, Nick Fury, who'd spoken to them before.

"Coulson? What's this?" He asked.

"They're scientists. Engineering and Biochemistry. I want to make them a team."

"We don't usually do that. Too messy. Giving partners. They become loyal to each other instead of SHIELD. You know that."

"These two, just kinda clicked."

"I trust you but if this goes wrong, its on you Coulson."

"I know sir."

"Well aren't you going to introduce us?"

"This is Director Fury. And they're Fitzsimmons."

A/N- Well I hope you liked it! I feel like I lost it halfway through but it turned out kinda okay. If you enjoyed it review and tell me so I know if I should keep writing this one… Byeee!