Hey everyone! So sorry for keeping you all waiting! If you read my other fanfiction, then you know all the drama/busy schedule I have going on. But if not here's a recap: final exams this week/broken laptop screen/Family visiting (now my grandparents!). So yeah, sorry about all that. No I haven't watched the newest episode of S.H.I.E.L.D. (yes I'm mad about it and yes so no spoilers please!). But yeah, check me out, follow me, and feel free to IM me about anything (ships, prompts,etc).
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Jemma smiled as best she could. "Hey everyone" she said softly, trying to keep as quiet as possible. "They have me in a warehouse, I don't know where. But I know why I'm here now. They want me to recreate the serum that Fitz and I made for Mike. Centipede hasn't figured out the formula which actually isn't all that complicate- Sorry, I'm getting off topic". She smiled apologetically at the microcamera. "Oh and thanks, Skye. I think I've successfully hidden this camera and the signals from Centipede. Oh, and Fitz, I'm alright. They've promised-" She heard someone outside the lab opening the door. "Sorry I have to go" She shut off the camera as the lock clicked open. She turned around. Raina glared at her suspiciously.
Simmons tried to smile at her. Raina kept the glare. "What do you want?" She asked curtly. She winced inwardly That was rude. Very rude, actually. But then again, she had been brought here against her will. So maybe a bit of rudeness was in order. Raina smiled that fake-sweet smile again. "Well you've seen your lab. Is there anything else you need?" She asked, feigning interest. Jemma went through the processes and chemicals and ingredients again. "I'll need their blood samples and measurements, then I can go from there" She answered steadily. She left out the one thing she needed the most. Fitz. The woman sniffed at her. "That can be arranged". Raina left, locking the door, leaving her feeling sick to her stomach.
She turned back to the microcamera she had hidden near the main laptop. She sighed. That had been way too close for her liking. She hoped Skye was up to her bad-girl shenanigans, hopefully tracing the camera to her location. She didn't want to be here any longer than she had to be. The doors clicked open again. She sighed. Couldn't they give her any peace?
"What is it now?" She asked, exasperated. The two soldiers looked at her warily. Ryan looked as if he was a little kid caught red-handed with his hand in the biscuit tin. The other soldier however, had his hand on his weapon. Jemma grimaced. "You need samples and measurements. Raina sent us in" The other soldier stated. He was dark-haired, tall fellow, one you wouldn't want to come across in a dark alley.
"Ah! Yes well, I'll need your measurements first, then we can get some blood samples then I can start testing and-" Jemma broke off, realizing that the soldiers weren't overtly interested in the serum-to-unit of blood ratio, or the how the neutralization of the Extremis affected the patients blood cell physiology.
She sighed. Somehow, the excitement of science just wasn't the same. She gestured to the machines. "Just stand over there, enter your name in, and stand absolutely still on the marked pads for you". She waved them on, turning her back on them.
She tapped the sensors and the machines whirred to life. The 3-D models of their bodies came onto the screen as the sensors scanned them. She identified both soldiers, naming the left Ryan (or at least she was positive it was Ryan). "What's your name?" she called out to the scarier soldier, not daring to make eye contact. "James" he said gruffly. She bit her lip. With all that gruffness, he could be Ward. She felt a pang in her chest.
Raina had promised that she would be let go as soon as the serum had been administered, but Jemma didn't trust Raina. Call it intuition, or plain common sense, but she had a nagging feeling that Raina for all her sweet talk, wouldn't let her go that easily.
James rolled his eyes as the scientist took Ryan's arm into her hands. The idiot was blushing like crazy, but she didn't seem to notice as she stuck a particularly long-looking needle into his arm. He was like a big puppy. He even had the puppy-look about his eyes as her looked at her, fully of probably gooey thoughts that in all honesty, made James want to hurl. He knew Ryan wasn't the sharpest tack in the box, but seriously, having a crush on a scientist who worked for Big Brother, a.k.a S.H.I.E.L.D, was by far the stupidest thing that Ryan had done on the long list of stupid things Ryan had done. He intended to have a talk with him about that later. When the woman wasn't around. Either of them.
She smiled nervously at Ryan, and he had to hold back another eye roll. Couldn't he see the woman was practically seducing him? Ryan asked a question, and the scientist answered him. He ran his hand through his hair sheepishly then said good-bye, leaving James alone with her.
He leveled a heavy glare in her direction, and she visibly tensed. She was afraid of him. Good. She should be. He could crush her with his bare hands, if he wanted to.
She smiled tightly at him. "Just sit down in the seat there, and I'll be there in a moment" She said curtly. He rethought his earlier decision to glare at her as she attached a rather lethal looking needle to the blood-drawing device. "Well let's get this over with, shall we?" she asked as she reached for his arm. Now it was his turn to stiffen. The needle looked even bigger up close. He tried to suppress the childhood memories of needles, often with his mother and father having to restrain him as the doctor would inject the needle into his arm. But to no avail. Does the needle have to be that big? She looked at him, straight in the eyes curiously. Shit. He had said it aloud.
"Sorry! But it does need to be that long in order to penetrate all the layers of your skin to get to the blood vessel. You're right when you noticed that the needle is larger than a normal needle, but when you were injected with Extremis which naturally makes your skin more resistant to- Sorry for rambling. You probably don't really care much do you?" Her face which had been so animated when she talked about science, fell as she apologized. But he had seen the light in her eyes when she talked about the process. He suddenly felt strangely guilty for glaring at her. She was probably just lonely.
And he had to admit that it was interesting, even though he didn't really understand everything she said. He held out his arm. "Keep talking" he ordered, focusing on her face.