"What. The. Hell."
Jemma tried not to roll her eyes and continued to work next to her lab partner and best friend in the whole world. She tried to remind herself that while Fitz went off in one of his usual rants.
"How and why are we stuck in this lab when we could be working towards genuine research? I mean how we are expected to make a difference in society when society has banished us precious scientist who actually know the difference between thermodynamics and thermonuclear dynamics?" Fitz muttered, indignant and pointing at a research paper he was reading, conducted by a SHIELD research lab.
"Oh Fitz, stop being so dramatic," Jemma mumbled her articulate English accent, "At least they gave us a lab."
The Scotsman didn't care and went on whispering profanities at the author of the research paper as he read on. Some errors in the paper even made Jemma flinch. She tentatively placed the test tube she was holding down and walked over to Fitz, reading along behind him. SHIELD did have some of the finest scientist trying to create weapons now to defeat intergalactic intruders, but even with the army of brains, they were low and still in the dark. Little did they know, the two scientists tucked away in a small lab facility were actually all they needed.
"This metal they're proposing we use of this alleged pistol doesn't exist," Jemma shook her head, sighing.
Fitz tilted his head. "What if we used ruthenium?"
"It has a high boiling point, it wouldn't suffice."
"No but if we laced it with mercury?"
"That could work but we'd need a stronger alloy than ruthenium."
"And something less expensive."
"But it could work. What about germanium?"
"We could test it in a basic platted environment…"
"Coating aside, the germanium could hold the parts in well."
"Oh! We already have micro-engager, we can use that to separate Isovaline for the bullet."
"Isovaline?"
"Just an idea."
"But that's an amino acid."
Fitz scratched his head trying to figure out Jemma's direction.
"Simmons, that's brilliant but we'll need to run at least four dozen tests to ensure that it's…"
"Safe?" Jemma finished smiling. "You know it's of alien origin and there has been an incident with the acid already, they injected it into a cat did you know what happened? The cat's small intestine-"
"Alright, we'll try it, don't finish that story, I just had lunch," Fitz shushed her.
Jemma pulled out a stool and sat next to Fitz, recording their conversation. Fitz, however, got up, clearing his lab table and placing materials quickly, taking out charting paper and all his tools which he hadn't gotten a chance to use in quite a while. Engineering was underappreciated in SHIELD, much to Fitz's dismay.
"Fitz, perhaps we should wait till we begin. Shouldn't we finish analyze the DNA the Hub sent us to look at? We still have to identify the…"
"They have forensics for that Simmons," Fitz quickly interjected, "Plus, this is cooler and much more exciting."
With a straight face, he got to work. Shaking her head, Simmons joined, the test tube she had been working on was dismissed to the fridge in the corner among the petri dishes, forgotten.
"Agent Coulson," Carrie rushed up, shocked. "You-you're…you're alive?" she asked.
"Yeah, I guess so. Hi," Phil Coulson said, smiling a little. He was used to the reaction but it still amused him.
"Well, that's great," Carrie smoothed her shirt and fixed her nametag. It was not every day a Level 8 operative entered the administration facility. Especially is that agent just had come back from the dead.
"How-how-um-how?" Carrie tried, so hard, to speak but clearly her mind wasn't functioning.
"How can you help me?" Coulson asked, knowing very well that that wasn't her question, but he wasn't going to do the talking tonight. He was on a mission of his own. "I'm looking for Melinda May, can you point me to her? I know it's lunch break, but I have she's probably still working."
"Uh, fourth floor, she should be in there, yes, I don't think she went out," Carrie thought, distracted. Agent May was quite mysterious. According to Carrie, she had no life outside of SHIELD. But it wasn't like she was the life of the party at work either. The Asian woman had a confident but deadly vibe around her which scared Carrie, a twenty-something intern.
"What room?"
Carrie pulled out a handy map which was in a pile of yellowing maps. Yup, they hadn't had visitors in a long time.
As professionally as she could, she highlighted May's room number, remembering that her cubicle was in the left side in the back. She handed the crumpling map to the agent in front of her, blushing a little, making a mental note to print out a new batch of maps. Imagine if Director Fury dropped by next! What would that be like?
"Thanks," Coulson said curtly, and his footsteps snapped her out of her daydream as she watched Agent Coulson walk into the elevator.
The building was mostly empty, everyone had left to go have lunch.
But May was still there, stapling important documents, in a small cubicle in the back corner of the large room.
She didn't acknowledge Coulson as he entered, not even when he stood right in front of her.
"I have a new job offer for you, Agent May," Coulson greeted her, trying to be cheerful.
She didn't say anything.
"May, listen, we need you on the field."
"No you don't," she finally said.
"I do. I need you to join my team. You already got the notice right?"
She remained quiet.
Coulson sighed. "C'mon, it'll be like the old days."
"Is that supposed to be a good thing?"
"Alright, it wouldn't be like the old days. We'll ensure it's nothing like the old days. Please May, this is different. You wouldn't be alone. Ever," Coulson swore.
May remained quiet. She knew either way Coulson was going to get his way.
"The Bus leaves at 1 tomorrow."
"You didn't tell me what the job entails Coulson. I'd rather not see any combat."
Coulson smirked. "Oh don't worry. Just be at the Hub by 1."
May glared at him, annoyed. "Why?" she asked, curious to what Coulson wanted from her.
"Well, we need a pilot of course. The Bus isn't going to fly itself is it?" Coulson winked.
A/N: Hello, hello! So this is a crossover between Agents of SHIELD and Thor. It's actually a sequel to The Secret Lives of Introverts, I highly recommend you read that first because that will explain the whole Lokane ordeal and where the characters are now. Please, pretty please, review, especially if you have any wise words or opinions, I'd love to hear them all. And please continue to read if you'd like to see the characters of Thor work for SHIELD in this random crossover. Hope you like it!
Also much apologies for the specious science, if you happen to be a science major and were like "what nonsense is this" well sorry for any discomfort caused in my attempt at Fitzsimmons-speak.