"You know-"

Jemma straightened, turning to see who exactly was attached to the voice bellowing through the empty building. It was pure instinct for her to raise her hands as she turned. Not wanting to be mistaken for a hardcore criminal was part of her plan. She was just the creator. Only there to drop it off while someone else pulls the switch.

"It's not nice to blow things up." The voice finished, stepping further in and away from the shadows.

Jemma swallowed her and squinted to get a better view of her soon-to-be captor. "Well, my boss seems to feel it's necessary." She responded with a shrug. "I'm only following orders, after all."

The person stepped closer and Jemma was surprised. A woman, dressed all in black. Her hood rested on her shoulders and her long, brown hair was pulled up in a perfectly made ponytail. Her eyes, which were darkened behind her mask, locked with Jemma's immediately.

The bow and arrow she carried in her hand, lowered the closer she stepped. The masked figure cocked a well manicured eyebrow and smirked. "Does telling yourself that help you sleep better at night?"

"Well, actually, tea helps me sleep better at night." Jemma answered, honestly. Her nose crinkled adorably. "I don't know if it's the warmth or the—"

"You do know that was a rhetorical question." The woman stated, her tone teasing.

Jemma scoffed and made a face. "I'm aware. I was just making a bit of conversation, that's all."

She crossed her hands in front of her, holding tightly to her bow and arrow. "Why? To distract me?"

Jemma shrugged again. "Maybe." She could see the teasing grin spread across the other woman's lips. She raised her eyebrow. "What's so funny?"

She shook her head, waving her gloved hand in front of herself dismissively. "No. Nothing. You're just-"

Jemma took a curious step forward, her hands still raised. "I'm just what?"

"You can lower your hands, Miss—"

"Simmons. Jemma Simmons." She took another step closer. So close that she could feel the heat coming off the masked woman's body. "And you are?"

Her head tilted, curiously. "And why does my name matter?"

Jemma's eyes danced over her features. Her strong jaw line. Her beautiful full lips. Even if she was trying to hide it all, her beauty still shined through. Jemma was sure if she could see the mysterious brown eyes without all the war paint and leather, she would melt on the spot.

"I told you mine." Jemma purred, taking a step even closer. "It's only polite. I won't tell. I promise."

Her brow furrowed and the grin did not fade. "Kind of ruins the whole purpose of the mask, don't you think?"

"It's just name." Jemma rests her free hand on her shoulder. "I've heard you called a vigilante, a superhero, a menace—"

She knitted her eyebrows together. "A menace? Really?"

"I know, right?" Jemma slapped her hand lightly against her shoulder with a small chuckle. The sound slowly faded and her face turned slightly serious. "You are far too gorgeous to be a menace."

"Miss, Simmons—"

"Jemma."

She cleared her throat obviously trying to hold back the chuckle. "Jemma—" She flashed her a questioning look. "Are you trying to flirt with me?"

Jemma's eyes widened a bit. The flush of pink rushed up her neck and filled her cheeks. She took a few steps out of the hooded woman's bubble. "I-I was attempting to win you over with a bit of flirtation, yes."

A sudden burst of laughter escaped the other woman's lips. She quickly raised a gloved hand to cover her mouth. "You're really bad at it."

Jemma dropped her jaw in shock and took a playfully swat at the other woman. "I thought I was doing quite well."

She cleared her throat and nodded. "Oh, yeah, sure. You were awesome."

Jemma narrowed her eyes. "Your tone is just as unbelievable as the fact that I didn't distract you."

"You didn't."

"Are you certain?"

She returned to the close space Jemma had created previously. Her eyes bore into the slightly smaller woman's. "Would you like me to show you?"

Jemma's eyes flicked back and forth as she held her gaze. She had suddenly forgotten how to speak so she just nodded instead.

Her brow eyes were stern and serious as she grumbled her orders. "Duck."

Jemma did as she was told. She could hear arrows and whizzing past her. The sound of grunts and bodies falling from high places filled the room. She straightened and turned seeing both of her boss's best men lying face down on the cold linoleum. Her eyes widened in surprise as she turned her attention back to mask.

"How did you know?"

She wrapped her arm around Jemma's waist and pulled her close. She stared into her eyes again, her lips close to Jemma's as she spoke. "Because when I look into your eyes, I can see the whole world."

Jemma released a shaky breath as she found herself pulled in by those big, brown eyes. "Wow…"

The woman smirked. "And that's how you flirt." She joked, releasing Jemma and taking a step back.

Jemma cleared her throat in an attempt to curve the urges coursing through her. "Right. Of course. Well done."

"The device, please, Jemma." She held out her hand and wiggled her fingers.

Jemma sighed and relinquished the device. "They won't stop. They'll find you."

She grinned. "I look forward to it, but for now—" She shot a device into the air. When it locked on the ceiling, she glanced at Jemma one final time. "I've got to go." She tugged on the cable and quickly started going up.

"Wait!" Jemma called, stopping her in mid motion. She furrowed her brow in question. "You're not going to arrest me?"

She smiled down. "Not today." She winked, giving the wire a final tug and disappeared into the darkness.