(For setting, this takes place on the Bus before S1E15, when SHIELD hadn’t yet fallen.)
“Jemma. Jemma!”
Simmons jolted awake, having been sound asleep in her bunk. Opening her eyes, she saw Fitz sitting in the end of her bed, not looking much more put together than she was.
“What? What is it?”
“We just had a new weapon come in, some kind of gun that fires a liquid of some sort. Coulson wants you to analyze it.”
She groaned, looking at the clock on the wall.
“This couldn’t have waited until morning?”
“Apparently it’s level 8 stuff.”
That got her attention. She and Fitz had been trusted with technology above their clearance level before, but never level 8.
“Tell Coulson I’m on my way.”
Fitz smiled and left. God, she loved that smile. Back at the Academy, she’d spent months trying to get his attention, doing anything to impress him, or better yet, to make him smile.
Simmons dragged herself out of bed, finding the cleanest lab coat (which wasn’t saying much) and putting it on. As she walked towards the lab, she saw Skye typing on her laptop.
“Morning, Skye.”
“Oh, Simmons. Hey, I’m glad you’re up. There’s something I wanted to show you.” Skye turned the laptop towards her. “I was poking around Centipede’s financial trail, and I found what looks like their biggest shell company. I’m going to crack it and see what I can find.”
“Oh, well, good luck.” For her two PhDs, Simmons didn’t know a thing about hacking. That was more Fitz’s area, and she’d found him and Skye talking shop a few times, which had always made her proud of him, and well as a little... jealous. She knew Fitz and Skye weren’t interested in each other in that way, but she couldn’t help feeling a little territorial.
Fitz was waiting for her in the lab. He’d tidied up a bit, so she could actually find what she needed.
“That’s it,” he said, pointing a gun on the table. “Coulson asked for the results as quickly as possible. When you’re finished with your half, can you let me know? I should probably go over the design as well.”
“Sure thing,” she said, already getting lost in the design. She heard Fitz leave, and devoted her attention to the weapon.
It was about the size and shape of a regular handgun, though a little bulkier. It had a black exterior, and a blue liquid could be seen inside. She started to open it, and it squirted all over her.
She rushed to the decontamination shower, stripping as quickly as she could. She felt the hot water wash the chemical off her, but she was already beginning to feel something. She got out of the shower and tried to call for help, but blacked out before she could.
When she came to, it took Simmons a moment to realize what had happened. She stared blankly around the lab, before realizing she was tiny. She ran over to the table, which towered above her.
“I can’t be more than three inches,” she murmured.
The lab door opened, and someone entered.
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