"Jemma, how's it going with the weapon? Have you figured out what it does yet?" Fitz cheerfully asked as he entered the room. There was no-one there. "Jemma, are you here?". No answer.
Three inch tall Jemma was jumping up and down on tiny legs, screaming " Fitz! Fitz!" at the top of her voice. As Fitz made his way over to the gun and began examining it, Jemma tried making her way towards him in order to warn him of the danger. Unfortunately, her tiny size made it almost impossible to do so.
Just as Jemma was going to try grabbing onto Fitz, the door to the lab opened, startling him. He dropped the gun in surprise, the liquid inside squirting all over him just as it had done to Jemma. Fitz immediately blacked out and Jemma watched in amazement as he shrank down to her size. "Oh Fitz," she said sadly.
Fitz came to and saw Jemma. His happiness at finding her soon gave way to apprehension and fear as she gestured around and he realized he had shrunk to 3 inches tall. They hugged each other for comfort as the person who had opened the door to the lab came in and called out "Fitzsimmons?"
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