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Leo shrugged but found himself just as excited as his partner. “A biochemist and an engineer— what a pair,” he mused with a chuckle.
The brunette kept a smile upon her face though it dimmed down with the waning excitement. "A brilliant pair, really." She commented, no longer focused on the tray of food sitting in front of her. "So," She prompted, "Are you going to be specializing in anything specifically? Or is it just going to be general engineering?"
With one last push and slide, everything was in its proper place. Stepping back to admire her handiwork, Jemma felt a content sigh slip through her lips as she gazed down at the organized, fully equipped desk taking up residence in her dorm room. Perfection! Though, give it a few weeks, it'll be a complete mess. Not that mess was bad-- just an inevitable side effect that should be taken into account. Slowly bringing her fists together, tucking them under her chin as a comforting position, she took note of her door standing open and the stranger peering inside.
"Oh, hello."
Peggy grinned. “I’d like to say it is, but I’m not sure most would agree. I’m right there with you, though, I must say. Just in my own field.”
"Oh, I don’t mind in the slightest. Initially, I was thinking about going into the army. I find that I’m inclined to protect others, but not as… you know, a nanny or a doctor, or anything of that sort. I suppose being a police officer was on the table as well. I just wanted to be like my father. I didn’t used to know, though, what it was exactly that he did. I was snooping around his office one day when I discovered his involvement with Shield. After that, it just seemed to make sense." She paused. "What about you? What drew you to bio-chemistry?"
Glancing away from the passing buildings to look over at the agent in training ever so often, Simmons listened to her explanation with interest. But once the question was turned around onto herself, she wasn't quite sure what to say. "Hm, let's see... Really, I suppose, it was my innate curiosity that drew me to the sciences. I don't ever remember a time when it struck me-- it just sort of unfolded? If that makes sense? Over time I diverted more of my attention to biology and chemistry over geology, astronomy, or physics-- those two were always more human. The two that could really lead to greater things and new discoveries."
"You have family ties to SHIELD, though? Did it all start with your father?"
Felicia gave a dark smirk to the girl. “So naive. Don’t they teach you kids to read in between the lines anymore? Such a shame. And don’t worry, sweetie. You’ll realize what I’m talking about once some part of this place gets blown up by one of it’s own students that you find so horrifyingly exciting.”
"I believe it's a matter of if rather than when." Jemma responded quietly. But with a shake of her head and wave of her hand, the young scientist put on a brave face. "Change of topic, please. I think we got off on a bad start."
"It’s only ‘natural’ for them to attempt to halt their extinction, and mutantkind fights back accordingly." If Erik had a say in this, it would never come to be a successful attempt — he wasn’t at all fond of the Homo Inferior, as his actions made clear. “As far as they are concerned, we are atomic bombs.” Little did they know, they could be much worse.
"Fear is natural when faced with the unknown, as well." The brunette countered. "Why not convince them-- us otherwise? I fail to see why action can't be taken in a healthy, non-violent direction." Jemma knew she should tread carefully, given that she was talking with a mutant showing inclinations for violence. But backing down and treating him differently for being such wasn't right either-- she knew this.
Leo grabbed the other side of the paper to steady it and read the name she was talking about before looking back up at her in confusion. He turned to his bag and took out his own schedule and parter assignment and read the name of his partner: Jemma Simmons. He looked back up at her and nodded. “Yes that’s me,” he finally said and showed his paper to her.
Taking a closer look at the other's paper, and once satisfied with what she found, Jemma put her paper aside on the table top. Her hands clutched onto one another excitedly as they pressed against her chin, her mouth agape in an open smile. "What are the odds?" The bio-chemist enthused, marveling at the chances of meeting her partner before the orientation for such matters had even taken place.
"To each their own, I suppose."
"I take it you’ve been studying the sciences for a long time, then."
"Oh, well... You could say that. I just have the tendency to focus some-- okay, most of my free time on the studies, that's all." She gave a small tentative smile, wrinkling her nose playfully almost at herself. "That's normal, right?"
"If you don't mind me prying. The notion of becoming an agent... where did it come from? It's not exactly a common booth at a career fair."
Peggy was contented to just wander if it meant getting to know Jemma. She seemed very kind, and Peggy was glad for the company. She’d never admit it to anyone but him, but Peggy already missed Harrison and was eager to make some friends.
"Oh, no, it’s nothing, really. I suppose I don’t have a healthy amount of fear. I’d imagine Bio-Chemistry has its dangers, too. I’d be useless in a lab, god help me."
"Fearlessness is far more important in your field, I'm sure. A loaded gun sounds more daunting than a lab full of chemicals to me." She pursed her lips slightly, adding, "Well, I could just be saying that because a lab is like a second home to me."
"It’s rather obvious." Unless one was completely oblivious to the world around them, which might be the case. It often was, especially when it came to Homo Sapiens. “I could say mutant oppression is a worldwide dilemma, but it’d be a lie — most people in positions of power consider us nothing but a threat. They believe that gives them the right to prove themselves superior by treating us as less. Their extinction, however, cannot be avoided, and no matter how much they take from us, we’ll inherit this Earth.”
That was unexpected. Jemma found herself somewhat taken aback by the stranger's strong surprise speech of sorts. The edge to his tone making her wonder to what effect and timeline his message implied to. "A natural extinction and not a man-made one, I'd hope. Let's leave the atomic bombs and murder out of the mix, yes?" She stated with a slight raise to her eyebrows. Though in the back of her mind she agreed to a certain level. Evolution did have a track record of winning out, from the sea to now. Though that was natural evolution, not World War III in the making.
Leo met her hand halfway and shook it. “Leo Fitz,” he told her. “Pleasure to meet you, Jemma.”
The smile on her face faltered for a moment as Jemma drew her hand back, a flash of recognition in her eyes. But as that brief moment passed, her realization brought that grin back onto her face. She started digging around in the depths of her pockets and soon found what she was looking for-- her schedule and partner assignment folded upon itself. Unfolding the piece of paper, pointing to the top where her partner's name was listed, she showed it off to the other.
"Leopold Fitz?"
"Oh, no," Peggy said smiling, "I’m open to anything." She followed after the other girl, assuming she might have at least some idea of where she was going.
"Well, I’m here training to be an agent, so; combat, espionage… things of that nature. And yourself?"
In reality, Jemma had no idea where she was going. Simply following other students, agents, and faculty until they found what they were searching for seemed to be the plan at the moment.
"That's-- oh wow. Seems difficult given the danger." She smiled, answering. "Bio-Chemistry. Labs, research, innovation. The usual, right?"
"And how exactly do you think this place will be interesting hm? Having Shield wipe all of your minds, thinking that its pristine university will make all of you the next big names? Oh please. We’re merely an experiment for them to see if they can actually shape us into what they need. Especially the mutants around here. Hell, they might even have terrorists in here? Now, how does that sound?"
"In all honesty, it sounds horrifyingly exciting. But most of all, absurd." She gave a small shrug. "What proof is there behind your accusations? I'm sorry but I simply cannot just believe you on only biased statements. Besides," Jemma's eyebrows drew together in a contemplative manner, "There is no black and white. As long as good comes from this institution, I believe in its intentions as a whole."
Her similar viewpoint was very refreshing to Leo and he found himself smiling over at her. He’d been greeted with nothing but jokes and cold shoulders, but this girl was both a needed reminder of home and a possible opportunity some nice intellectual conversation. “The here and now is all we’re guaranteed,” he murmured before nodding. “It is such a wonderful opportunity; there’s no way I would waste this.”
Being greeted with a grin from the other, Jemma couldn't help but return the expression, the corner of her eyes crinkling with pleasant sincerity. Setting her water bottle aside, the brunette turned toward her new acquaintance with a new purpose in mind. Sticking her hand out across the chasm of distance between them, she introduced herself. "I'm Jemma Simmons. It's a pleasure."
"Oh trust me, you’re allowed to express your thoughts. But if they’re all ‘Oh school! How wonderful! I’m going to be a thorn in everyone’s ass and let them know that despite them feeling this place is shit, I’m going to make it an interesting year!’, then I definitely need to let you know that you’re being that kid.”
Shifting a bit uncomfortably, arms crossing over her chest as if that could protect her anymore, Jemma explained, "No, I mean. 'Interesting' is a rather subjective term. I was only saying that this year will be quite an experience-- given how diverse the student body seems to be." Looking the other in the eyes, she nodded sincerely. "That's all."
"Another year with the Sapiens in power and mutants disregarded or mistreated. I’d hardly consider this interesting.”
Jemma gave the stranger a curious look, inquiring, "Mistreated, sir?"
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"Hah. Maybe."
"Nothing that pleasant unfortunately. Lot’s of pretty ladies but…" He shrugged. "Maybe studying just isn’t in my nature. Too much of a flighty creature now. Hard to keep so still for so long, but learning is definitely beautiful."
With a hum of thought and a small frown, Simmons responded with a tiny shake of her head, brown strands swaying with the movement. "Perhaps looking at it in a different perspective, why does studying have to be still and tedious? Maybe you just need to find what works for you."
"I have to agree though. It certainly has its undisputed charms."
Suddenly struck with a thought, Jemma looked to the other with an apologetic quirk of the lip, eyebrows drawn up subtly. "I don't believe I ever caught your name-- I'm Jemma. Jemma Simmons."
