Agent Jemma Simmons

"I like to think about the first law of thermodynamics, that no energy in the universe is created and none is destroyed. That means that every bit of energy inside us, every particle will go on to be a part of something else; maybe live as a dragonfish, a microbe, maybe burn in a supernova. And every part of us now was once a part of some other thing - a moon, a storm cloud, a mammoth. A monkey. Thousands and thousands of other beautiful things that were just as terrified to die as we are. We gave them new life a good one, I hope." [Exclusive Jemma Simmons roleplay account for Fallen Heroes Roleplay.]

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Drop in the Ocean || Fitzsimmons

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"I do appreciate tha ego boost- thank ya, Jemma." Chuckling lightly, Fitz rubbed up and down her back and tried to think of another way to get her warm. By all accounts, she should be panting by now, and yet her teeth were still chattering. "Jemma, how are ya so cold? I mean, ya got about three layers on right now. That should be promptin’ heat exhaustion, not shivers." He forced a playful smile onto his face, trying to lend his confusion an air of silliness. 

Tossing the handful into his mouth, Fitz shrugged at the idea. “I would, but that can make a bit too much noise. Don’t want Coulson or May catchin’ on, now do we? Besides, Skye still bunks a room away; she’d tear through tha wall if I tried makin’ pop-, uh y’know… somethin’ in the microwave.” Feeling a small blush light up his cheeks, Fitz cleared his throat and looked over with a gentle smile. “Of course, Jemma. What type of Doctor would I be if I didn’t take care of ma companion?”

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A small chuckle, shuddering due to her shivering, escaped her, and her lips quirked up in a slight smile. "Of c-c-course. Besides, t-that's what I'm h-h-here for, isn't i-it? B-boosting your e-e-ego?" Jemma leaned into his touch, desperately trying to warm herself up through any means possible, especially because the blankets were helping very slowly. "I-It was the n-nightmare." It was a simple explanation, and she sincerely hoped it would suffice. Jemma didn't want to tell him that it had been about them drowning, especially because that would likely lead to a conversation about the frequency of her nightmares.

Simmons slowly began munching on another gummy worm, trying to use the sweet taste to distract her. "Honestly, I don't u-understand why your s-snacking is s-s-such a big deal. You've been s-snacking like this since t-t-the Academy. I-it's not anything n-n-new." Though her teeth were still chattering, the slight shift in her body temperature was enough to reduce how much it was by. "W-w-who says that y-you're the Doctor?" She lifted an eyebrow, awaiting his exploitation. 

[fallengrant]

power & control || jemma & grant

[fallengrant]

The doors slid shut, and Grant couldn’t help but feel he’d made a horrendous mistake in coming. He felt like a caged animal — and it was ridiculous. In defiance to his own fear, he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the wall of the elevator, as if nothing in the world could concern him. “I didn’t think you’d want an apology for what happened. I just thought we should talk.”

He let out a small sigh as she turned away, exhaustion appearing briefly on his face. Fitz had taught him to care, Darcy had taught him to help, and Skye had taught him to give. He didn’t move from his spot, but when he continued, his voice carried something suspiciously resembling gentleness. “Hating me is easy, but it doesn’t stop the nightmares, does it? It doesn’t make the fear any easier.” 

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She gritted her teeth together, grinding them in frustration. "Talk? Like how you wanted to talk when we begged and pleaded for you to just let us go right before you ejected the pod?" Simmons was not typically a sarcastic person, but the accumulated anger was making it difficult to think straight through the haze of her rage. 

"So what am I supposed to do? Forgive you? Be friends with you? Love you?" A scoff brimming with bitterness escaped her, a sound she was not aware that she was capable of. "It's not about the nightmares anymore, Ward. I don't care about those." She was, without a doubt, lying, something she was usually rather terrible at... yet, somehow she managed to sound halfway convincing. "I just want you out of my life. Forever."

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Lost and Alone || Lily and Jemma

[lilyy-russell]

Yeah, definitely a tourist. That is a touristy face. One that says “sorry I have no idea what I’m doing.” Planning things out is important when you go on a trip. But New York can be complex. Still, this one is pretty far out there. 

"You would need to get the subway and change trains - I could point it out on a map, I guess. But it takes like 45 minutes. So that’s why it might be closed by the time you get there." She hasn’t been there in ages, and she’s not a tourist information point. "I don’t know why it wouldn’t be." She shrugs.

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Jemma bit her lip at Lily's words. She supposed it made sense, or as much sense as it could to someone who had essentially no knowledge of the city, but she was really hoping to lose herself among the exhibits for a few hours and escape the pressures of reality. "I'm sorry, but I don't have a map..." She shrugged apologetically and tried to ignore the weight upon her chest. "Thank you so much for your help. I know I'm pretty rubbish at this whole directions thing..." She managed a small chuckle and diverted her gaze.

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Lost and Alone || Jemmugh

[hedgedruid-deactivated20231125]

Had Loki been discreetly following her in his invisible state? Possibly. Had he purposely waited to make himself visible when she started to look all the more confused and lost? Oh definitely. He took the familiar form of that curly-headed rookie agent as he walked by her, removing his glasses as he glanced over his shoulder back to the woman and lifted his brows in recognition, playing the part flawlessly.

"Sure. I can take you there. Simmons … isn’t it?" Lugh asked with a polite smile. "Fancy meeting you here."

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Simmons had been wandering around for quite a while, so she was rather perplexed when the person appeared before her rather abruptly. However, she figured that he must have entered the street while she was looking around for something, anything, that she recognized. Her surprise was evident on her features when she realized that it happened to be someone she had encountered previously. "Thank you." Her tone was soft with sincerity. "And yeah, it's Simmons. You're... Lugh, was it? It's been quite a while."

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thatavengerthor

Note Attached:

Have a very Merry Christmas!

-THOR

Jemma was rather touched by the gift, especially considering it had been quite a while since she had last talked to Thor. However, she did not hesitate in putting the present in her room, saving it for whenever she was in a munching mood.

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Your childhood career choice?

In all honesty, all I have ever wanted to be is a scientist. Like most children, I wanted to become a marine biologist, maybe work at some place like Sea World, but I outgrew that just about when most other girls began outgrowing their princess stage.

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Most traumatic experience?

I've got through a lot of difficult and traumatic events since I joined Coulson's team and began participating in missions, but being stuck underwater with Fitz, knowing that we were most likely both going to die... that was the worst.

[fallengrant]

power & control || jemma & grant

[fallengrant]

The tone was not entirely unexpected. If anything, perhaps a small part of him was thankful that she held her resolve to hate him. He had found that hate was so much easier to understand than love; it was an emotion he was comfortable with receiving. He seemed to have lost his voice at her question, and he cleared his throat, clasping his hands behind his back as if he was preparing for a long lecture he hadn’t practiced for.

Words still didn’t come, and he stared down at her as if she would hold the answers to why he bothered. They both knew he didn’t deserve the forgiveness he was receiving, yet here he was all the same. To beg? No. To explain? No. To gain understanding? Possibly. “Are you…well?” The question fell lamely from his lips, but he eyed her cautiously, fearful she might explode at the casualness.  

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He stared at her, and she somehow found the audacity to return the gaze, her eyes narrowed with the anger rising within her from simply being in his presence. "Am I well?" She repeated his words with bitterness flecking her tone and gleaming disbelief in her eyes. "Am I well? After everything you have done to me, to the team, you still have the courage to ask if I am well?" She turned to glare at the elevator doors that had slid shut, upset that she had somehow managed to end up trapped in a small, enclosed space with him. 

When she finally spoke again, her tone had not changed, but the volume was much quieter. "I can't believe you." Jemma refused to look at him, especially because even the sight of him caused her stomach to churn and her thoughts to turn to a rather dark place.

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Drop in the Ocean || Fitzsimmons

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Offering Simmons a simple, grateful smile, Fitz moved over to sit beside her. She was continuously freezing, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Hopefully some of his warmth could reach her through the blankets and sweater. “It’s alright, Jemma. I mean, it’s saved the lives… SHIELD had a good enough reason ta keep it hi-hidden away.” He rubbed her arm, thinking about a hundred other things as he did so. 

At her quiet chuckle, Fitz pointed over to his desk drawer and then over to his nightstand. “If ya want any pretzels, choose the desk. But if ya prefer sweets… go straight ta ma bed. I’ve been yelled at a few too many times, so I’ve learned to adapt an’ get over the whole ‘no midnight snacks’ thing.” As if to prove his point, he leaned back and tugged on the drawer, fishing out a small package of gummy worms. He shook a few out onto his hand before offering them out to her, wrapping his arm back around her as he did so. “Gummy?”

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Some of her shivering subsided as he moved closer to her and placed an arm around her shoulders, but she could still feel the haunting cold from the nightmare seeping into her skin and settling into her bones. It was funny, in a not at all funny way - she never recalled being this cold after the pod incident. "I'm s-s-sure they d-did. They would be i-i-idiots if they let y-your genius g-g-gadgets go to waste."

"Oh, F-F-Fitz." Jemma shook her head affectionately as he verbally pointed out the various locations around the room that contained food. Honestly, she wasn't at all surprised given his history with snacking. "I-I'm somewhat s-s-surprised you don't h-have a m-m-m-microwave and p-popcorn in here." She graciously accepted the candy, allowing the sugar to melt on her tongue. "T-thank you. Not just for this, but f-f-for everything." Despite her internal temperature, sincerity colored her tone.

[fallengrant]

power & control || jemma & grant

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to come to the Avengers tower in such a casual way, but more and more, Grant found himself throwing caution to the wind in an effort to regain some feeling of normality with the people that, in another life, he would consider as close as family. He was careful to avoid anyone who might recognize him, lazily scanning the crowd to search for the one individual he had spent so long avoiding.

Her name rolled off his tongue sometimes, entirely on its own accord. He would go to say Fitz and Simmons would follow right behind. It was an unspoken weight, and so Grant found himself there with nothing on his mind but a thousand ways to explain how hard he was trying for them.

He caught sight of her from a distance and darted through the crowd, barely managing to squeeze through the elevator doors before they slid closed. “Jemma,” he breathed in relief. “It’s been awhile.” 

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Jemma had been desperately trying to settle into city life, but she was finding it rather difficult without the accommodation of the Bus and the various locations it had taken her. She had quickly become used to the thrill of the missions and the fast pace of life in the field, so it was quite a drastic difference when that all had come to an abrupt halt. 

"Ward." Her tone was hardened with resolve, and, after a few moments, she discovered she could hardly stand to look at him. However, that was partially due to the fact that she had kissed him a while ago, and disgust for her actions writhed in her stomach. The other part was because of what he had done to her best friend and her, dropping them in the middle of the ocean and leaving him in a coma for the longest days of her life. 

When she spoke again, her words were precise and clipped. "What are you doing here?"

Fitz might have forgiven him, but, oddly enough, she was the one to hold a grudge this time. 

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Drop in the Ocean || Fitzsimmons

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Sighing, Fitz shrugged his shoulders and continued his pacing. It helped him to think, and it was undoubtedly more helpful than having him breathing down her neck. But still, he was worried about her. Especially when she wouldn’t explain what was on her mind. Jemma didn’t commonly refuse to answer a question, unless it was going to hurt him. So there was a good chance her nightmare was going to hurt them both if she explained it. 

"I was lookin’ over designs for things like the mouse hole… tryin’ ta figure out why SHIELD only made a few models. It’s not like it shouldn’t be mass-produced for all the agents.” He shrugged and moved over to his drawers, hunting around for a sweater he knew Jemma liked more than the others. Once finding it, he fished it out victoriously and moved back to the bed, offering it to her with a small smile. “I’d offer ya tea, but if I get caught in the kitchen again, I’ll be banned after seven. An’ trust me, ya don’t wanna see me without ma eight o’clock snacks. I become a monster.” He forced a shudder at the thought, hoping it was make her smile.

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“That’s an e-excellent question,” she replied. Now that she thought about it, the mouse hole was not widely distributed as it deserved to be. They had been told several stories of how his designs had saved lives in the field, so it wasn’t as though his products were useless. “Maybe S-S-S.H.I.E.L.D. was afraid i-it would be s-s-stolen and r-reverse-e-engineered if it was m-m-mass-produced.” After all, technology was one of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s greatest assets, and maybe they were just concerned for the secrecy of the gadgets.

She observed silently as he searched for the sweater, and, once he found it, Jemma accepted it graciously, quickly pulling it over her head and settling into the scent that was so distinctly him. “T-thank you. R-r-really.” The blanket he had put around her shoulders earlier had slipped to the floor, and Simmons quickly wrapped it around herself once again. With all the layers, she was beginning to feel a little warmer. A small, chattering chuckle escaped her lips as he mentioned his eight o’clock snacks. “Oh, believe m-m-me, I k-know. I’m s-suprised you haven’t begun k-k-keeping a s-snack s-stash in your r-room yet.”

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Lost and Alone || Lily and Jemma

[lilyy-russell]

Lily’s coming out of the library after a long day of studying (and, procrastinating, if she’s honest with herself.) It’s getting dark, and it’s certainly colder than it was when she got here this morning. She’s exhausted and she just wants to go home and crash. Caffeine comedowns are the actual worst. She’s not that happy to be interrupted by someone asking for directions. “Uh, yeah, but this is Lower Manhattan and you want to be in Queens. I’m not sure you’d get there in time now before it closes…” How does someone get *that* lost? She has to be a tourist. 

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Jemma offered the stranger an apologetic smile, hoping they would at least be understanding of her situation. She originated from England, meaning her city experience was limited to London and the few scattered others, and every place she had been to had a rather different layout in comparison to New York City. 

"Queens? How would I get there?" When the stranger mentioned that the museum might be closed by the time Jemma would be arriving, her mouth pulls into a disappointed frown. "Oh. I, uh... alright. Do you know if it is open again tomorrow?"

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Catching Up || Skimmons

"Hello, Skye?" Jemma knocked tentatively at the door to Skye's bunk, unsure of why she was feeling so nervous. Her schedule had been busier than usual lately due to the influx in research analysis she had received, and the two had not had much time to discuss what had been happening in their lives beyond the occasional mission. "Are you in there?"

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Lost and Alone || Open Starter

The buildings stretching from the concrete to the darkening sky were completely unfamiliar to her, and the sinking sensation within her stomach quickly revealed that she must have taken a wrong turn at one of the streets that was supposed to lead to the science museum she had been so interested in. It wasn’t the first time Jemma had gotten lost since she relocated to New York, but this time was different because she had managed to forget her phone back at her apartment. Reluctantly, Jemma approached the person nearest to her, a timid smile upon her face. “Yes, hello, you wouldn’t happen to know where the New York Hall of Science would be, would you?”

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Drop in the Ocean || Fitzsimmons

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Observing her curiously, Fitz watched her sit down and begin to chatter. She truly was cold- odd considering the Bus was kept at a pretty warm temperature. But at her admission, Fitz could feel a frown tug his grin down even further. A nightmare wasn’t uncommon, but there was a good chance he knew exactly what it was about especially with her appearance at his door. “Do ya wanna talk about it, or would ya rather jus’ let it eat ya up inside?” Fitz raised his brow in challenge and puttered around to try and find something else to warm her up with. 

"I was workin’ on some ol’ designs. You know me, neva satisfied unless I can find a problem." He shrugged his shoulders and brought his hands to his waist, trying to assess just how Jemma truly was. "Ya want a… sweeeata? It could help ya warm up." He was trying to be so careful about his speech problem when she was around him; knowing that it would only make her feel worse. 

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She shook her head in response. It was bad enough having the memories haunt her nightmares, to have them corrupting the back of her mind whenever her thoughts flickered to how things were before, but discussing them would simply make them all too real. Jemma still wasn’t ready to cope with that, even with her best friend, and something within her was worried that talking about it might somehow force her nightmares upon him as well. “I’m alright,” she told him, gaze downcast and tone utterly unconvincing. “It won’t eat me up inside if I don’t talk about it.”

"Designs for w-w-what?” When prompted by his question, she nodded slightly and tried to keep her teeth from chattering too much. There wasn’t any reason to concern him more than she needed to, but considering she had automatically gone to him for comfort without any kind of forethought, it might have been too late for that. “A s-sweater would be g-great, thanks.” Simmons offered him a small smile before wrapping her arms and the blankets she had stacked upon her shoulders even closer.

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Simmons Headcanon #3

Jemma's family have been devout Doctor Who fans since she was a young girl, and she can remember how excited they all had been when they announced the reboot. Because there are so many happy memories associated with the show, she uses it as a coping mechanism whenever she is stressed. It reminds her that things are not hopeless and that they will get better.

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Drop in the Ocean || Fitzsimmons

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The papers were scattered across his desk, projecting one scribble after another. Fitz had been going over all of his past designs, trying to decide which ones he liked and which ones would serve better as placemats. There were some nights where Fitz couldn’t sleep; when his brain wouldn’t stop chattering and he was left to turn and pull at the sheets, waiting for the sun’s rays to awake everyone else. This was one of those nights. He had started our by puttering around the room, then he tried to eat a few handfuls of pretzels, then he finally gave up and sat at his desk to flip through old plans. 

When the knocks sounded against his door, Fitz looked back and bit his lip. Sometimes, Coulson would pass by his hall and get upset with him for his lack of rest- but his knock was a bit more firm. And when the tepid voice passed through the frame, Leo sprang up in a flash- that was definitely not Coulson. He walked over and pulled open the door, cocking his head at the sight before offering her a guilty smile. 

"C’mere." He offered her a hand and waited until she had passed through the frame to close the door. The desk lamp cast a soft glow around the room, reflecting off of her pale skin. "What’s goin’ on, Jemma? You’re shakin’ like a leaf." He nodded to his bed and grabbed a throw blanket to add to her shoulders; his main focus on warming her up.

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A slight smile somehow managed to pull at the corners of her lips as he opened the door. She accepted the hand he offered her as she stepped into the room, grateful for the warmth of his fingers, and tried to ignore how her heart stuttered slightly in her chest. Things had shifted between them since that day while he was in the hospital, since they had agreed to try becoming something more, and she still had not quite adjusted to how she naturally responded to even the slightest touch now. However, those memories were only a momentary distraction, and it took mere seconds for her nightmare to begin pulling at her mind and thoughts once again.

“Thanks,” she murmured quietly as she drew the additional blanket around her, unsuccessfully attempting to keep her body from trembling due to the cold. “It was just a n-nightmare.” Jemma did not want to worry him with the specifics, especially considering how it had been months since the actual event occurred. That was a situation she was confident neither of they wanted to relive, even if it was only a brief mention in conversation, so she redirected the topic. “What are you d-doing up this l-late?” Her teeth chattered slightly due to the chill embedded in her bones, but she could feel the heat seeping in through the extra blanket he had provided her with.