Sorry for the long wait. I just haven't been on here but I'm gonna update this so it'll be the same as AO3. Thanks for sticking around and hope you enjoy!

"I know, I know who you are."

"You do?" she asked.

He nodded. "Yeah, course I do. Why wouldn't I?"

She shrugged.

"You had your second doctorate at the age of seventeen. You were so famous and then, then you just disappeared."

She winced at this, and it didn't take long for him to catch on that something was making her uncomfortable. "You okay?" he asked.

It took her a moment to snap back to reality, she knew that she had worried him. But he didn't know why. Why she hated the day she came home after finding out she had received her second doctorate.

How her life had changed after that night.

"Yeah," she finally replied. "Yeah, I'm okay, thanks." She gave a small, nervous smile and rubbed at her left eye. She knew that Fitz could probably see through it, the lie, but if he did, he said nothing.

"You're here for Coulson, aren't you?"

She nodded. "Yeah, no idea where I'm going though." She gave a nervous laugh.

"Sure, I'll help you."

"You will? I won't be distracting you from anything important, will I?"

He smiled at her. "Nah, I'm part of the team also."

She lit up at this. "You are?"

"Yeah, have you met anyone else on the team yet?" he asked as he lead her out of the room, and down the corridor.

"Yeah, I've met Coulson and Daisy just."

"Daisy," Fitz said. "I think you'll like her. She's quite something."

"Are you two…"

It took a moment for Fitz to catch on. "Us two? Together? God no, she's one of my best friends but she's a boyfriend. Trip, he's part of this mission actually."

"Anyone else?"

Fitz paused for thought. "There's Bobbi, tall blonde. Not sure if you've met her."

Jemma nodded, laughing. "I think I have. I think she helped to bring me here."

"Bobbi's amazing."

"She put me in handcuffs."

Fitz frowned at this. He didn't know what yet, but there was something about her. Something that Coulson hadn't yet told him about her. All he knew was that she was an asset on this mission, helping them out…

"Which way is it?" Jemma's question knocked him out of his thoughts. It turns out he had stopped at a turning.

"Oh left."

Ten minutes later, they were sitting around the table, Coulson at the head, with Bobbi, Daisy and her boyfriend Trip, with another woman that Jemma did not recognise that must have been the Melinda May that Fitz had told her about.

And she sat beside Fitz, with Daisy on her other side.

"So, what are they?" Daisy asked. "The Coulson Protocols?"

Jemma felt the nerves settle in.

"They were created a number of years ago, by Hydra. It was created by them as a way of defeating superheroes."

Daisy frowned. "Why? How did they even get that information?"

"From me."

Everyone stared at him, except Jemma, who stared at her lap.

"You made these Coulson?" Bobbi was horrified. She knew a lot about him but this… this was new. "How?"

Before Coulson could speak, Daisy did, and she was furious. "Coulson… are we on this list?"

He nodded. "You are. You are powered and that's the only reason why. But this was before I knew you and I never meant to make them."

It looked like she wanted to say something but Trip placed a hand on her arm to calm her. "Hear him out, there has to be a reason for them."

"There is," Coulson said, and continued. "I was kidnapped by Hydra those years ago, you know that. And you know the extraction op. Some of you were even on it. And Hydra had some technology that we didn't know about at the time, and they still do."

"The memory machine." It was Fitz who spoke up. "They took the memories from you."

Coulson nodded. "Yes. And the reason I had the ideas about how to… how to subdue superheroes. We know what has happened in the past, with the likes of Garett and Ward. We couldn't have another case of that."

Daisy shook her head, and Jemma could sense the anger radiating of her. "This is wrong," Daisy muttered. And all Jemma knew was that she had to get out of there.

"I'm sorry," she said, trying to keep her breathing calm, the last thing that she wanted to happen was for it to get out of control, to take a panic attack. "I need… I need air."

And she fled the room.

She didn't know, nor care, where she was going, all she wanted was out of that room.

She took corridor after corridor, and staircase after staircase until she found herself on the roof of the Helicarrier, the wind whipping her hair around her.

And she left out a sob, but no one seemed to hear her.

The wind was too loud and the sounds of the jets also helped to hide it.

After some walking around, with no one even so much as casting a second glance at her, she found a spot to sit down in.

She leaned her head against the metal behind her, allowing the tears to flow.

She shouldn't be here.

Not all.

She should be at home, watching TV and trying to forget her past, and all that she had done.

Not here.

Not working with the people that she had hurt.

After some time of pitying herself, she heard a voice ask her name. "Jemma?"

She looked to her left and saw that Fitz was knelt there, and adjusting himself so that he was sitting beside her. "You okay?"

She shook her head. "I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be helping. I just shouldn't…"

"Hey," he whispered, leaning forward and wiping away one of her tears, Jemma didn't do anything to stop him. "That's stupid, don't say that. You have every right to be here, but you can also leave, you know that."

"I have to stay here and clean this up. Stop anything from happening. This is my mess Fitz," she said, and saw him pause, and look at her in shock.

"What do you… Jemma, what do you mean?"

She took a breath. "Fitz, I created the Coulson Protocols."

So sorry for the long wait again. But I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The next three are up on AO3 if you can't wait for more. Thanks so much again and I hope you enjoyed this!