Simmons POV / Fitzsimmons relationship / Just for fun :)
Jemma Simmons walked down the winding path that led her down towards a huge building which looked like it was made from glass. Having just left her family behind in England, she was nervously taking in her new surroundings and getting to know the secure S.H.I.E.L.D training campus that would soon become her new home.
Simmons dragged her very large suitcase behind her as she made her way to the entrance of the building. The nearby signpost that read 'new recruits' confirmed that she was heading in the right direction. Excitement was in the air as Jemma reminded herself that she would soon be an official student of the world's leading undercover organisation.
She reminisces about how far she has already come to get here and what it means to finally be here - all the university qualifications that were under her belt before most people her age had even finished secondary school, all the graduations her parents had proudly attended over the years where she easily topped her class as she collected her many degrees. These things are great achievements, she knows, but being headhunted and personally asked to join this year's S.H.I.E.L.D training intake as one of their youngest ever students, was really the best thing to happen to her yet. It was so worth all the hours she had spent in a lab, working alone.
Jemma knew that she was fully capable of keeping up with her fellow S.H.I.E.L.D classmates and would likely become top of her class in no time. She was more concerned about her lacking ability to make friends and so desperately wanted to impress this time. She turned 18 last month and recently came to the realisation that she had spent so much time focusing on school, that she had forgotten to stop and make friends with anyone. S.H.I.E.L.D was her new beginning: a chance to do well academically as well as making the long-lasting friendships she so desperately craved.
As she finally reached the huge building with its large glass windows towering above her, Jemma stepped inside to find a huge foyer with a reception desk, some elevator doors and a lot of empty space. There weren't many people about, only the occasional important-looking agent who would walk across the entrance hall, quickly and with purpose, from one door to another.
Jemma slowly approached what appeared to be the reception desk. The woman behind the desk had a headset on, and had two large computer screens in front of her. She was typing away at her computer and made no visible effort to acknowledge the new recruit that had entered the room.
"Jemma Simmons?" the woman asked without looking up from her computer screen.
"Oh! Yes! That's me!" Jemma nervously replied, intimidated by the woman behind the desk.
The woman quickly looked up from her screen as the placed a small metallic card on the top of the counter, before returning her eyes to her computer.
"Here's your key card for your room and for you ID to get in anywhere within the S.H.I.E.L.D training facility. Do not lose this. It is personal to you and can only be used when you are holding it".
"Oh wow, that's so high-tech, I -" Jemma started to respond as she picked up the card.
The woman cut her off. "Your welcome pack will be in your room and will tell you everything else you need to know."
"Okay, great, thanks for your help!" Jemma replied with a smile that quickly faded upon the realisation that the woman was once again engrossed in whatever was displayed on those huge computer screens in front of her, and had no further interest in talking to her.
The key card was for room 201. Jemma looked around the room before noticing a sign that read 'Dorm rooms 200-300' pointing towards another set of glass doors that were the other side of the elevators, on the opposite side of the room to where she first came in. Jemma started to walk across the huge room towards these doors, still dragging her large suitcase behind her.
"She's not the most friendly of people, is she?" A man, around her own age, stood smirking nearby, leaning back against the pillar next to the elevators. He had a Scottish accent and was dressed in a smart jumper with a shirt collar poking out over the top and dark blue chinos. He had a similar sized suitcase to Jemma's, but his was open and on the floor next to him with clothes spilling out all over the pristine white floor.
Jemma laughed! "Well, as long as I don't find out that's how everyone acts here, I think that's the least of my worries!"
He smiled nervously back at her with a slight twinkle in his eyes. "Leopold Fitz". He said, extending his arm for a handshake.
She took his hand and quickly shook it. "Jemma Simmons, I'm new here! Although, I'm sure you've already worked that one out for yourself.." she trailed off, catching herself as she rambled on nervously.
"Well it's nice to meet you Jemma Simmons! And nice to know that there's going to be someone else from the UK here as well, I thought I might be the only one." He replied, still smiling at her.
"What happened to your suitcase?" she asked, concerned at the mess he had made on the pristine floor of the very important building, but amused by the scene before her eyes.
"Ah well, yes, I made the mistake of thinking that one suitcase had enough room to fit in all of my worldly possessions as I travelled across continents - although I see you haven't had the same issue, so I guess I have no excuse! How did you do that!?" He asked, grinning.
'Organisation." she replied with a matter-of-fact look, as he laughed at her response.
She grinned back at him as she continued to walk towards the dorm rooms. "See you around, Leopold Fitz".