It's like magic but it's Science

Leo Fitz. Engineer. SHIELD agent Part of FightAsOne group

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centcomm:

The Skrull makes her uneasy, not that she’d ever show it. The way it speaks to her with an air of familiarity, the unusual expressions that adorn a once-well known face. It jars her nerves and she wills them into submission, folds her arms across her chest, resettles the frown over her expression.

“Pipe dreams. That’ll never happen.” A scoff, another grating laugh over her tongue. She’d take a six millimeter diameter exit wound over kneeling any day of the week. Fingertips tap atop her bicep, brows still scrawled into a frown.

“— you realize that you’re in no position to make a deal, don’t you? All I have to do is pretend to agree, get what I want, and leave you high and dry. I hope you understand that I have NO intention to play fair.”

“I’ll make sure you do. I’ll make sure you beg for mercy and I cannot wait to hear you beg for your life” She was getting tired, between confidence and anger, she wasn’t in the right state of mind to play today. Usually, she was rather good at this game.”Ugh, this is giving me a headache” she shot her a look “I am ready to hear what you have to offer, I am so done with you.” she rolled her eyes and was still walking in her cell “And please don’t insult me, give me something interesting...”

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centcomm:

Games, she could play, especially with the deck stacked against her. Having nothing to lose makes her BOLD, and Hill squares herself up against the glass looking in on the captive. She had no problems leaving this thing here to wither away should it prove unhelpful. There were other avenues of getting information, and she wasn’t about to chase down a lead that wouldn’t pay out. 

“You underestimate me, whoever you are.” A huff, her shoulders rise briefly and then fall. “I wasn’t given this position for my geniality or my bedside manner. I am a cold person. Playing at my emotions is a lost cause.” Now, anyway. Her mouth tightens. At the Skrull’s revelation, she shifts again. THIS she could work with.

“Continue to talk, by all means. Maybe you’re interested in making a deal. Maybe not. You know what I want– but you haven’t told me what YOU want.”

“Oh now you’re just playing with me” she smiled and pointed her finger at Maria playfully “Sneaky little Maria” chuckles “I know you care, I know you want to find Jemma...” she shrugged “What I want ? Well, to see you kneel before Us would be a great start” she laughed and walked in her cell, thinking for a while “I’ll tell you what....I lead you to Jemma Simmons myself and you let me walk, free. But before that you’ll let me have a conversation with Fitz, without listening of course. Sounds good to you ?”

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centcomm:

“The only one who knows where she is?” The alien’s phrase is repeated back slowly, and with a very THICK layer of disbelief. “The only case in which that would be true would be if you were extremely important.” A pause, Maria wets her lips, stifles a smile. She feels like she’s WINNING– or getting close to something that could resemble a win. “Like I said, I’d like to see a little PROOF before I go risking more of my people. Don’t think you can just STRING me along with nothing.”

“Hmm” The fact that Maria Hill doubted her importance was enough to make her angry. Sure, she knew her place, she knew she would be sacrificed and she welcomed the thought but she could mess with the director of SHIELD, after all, that was part of her mission “Will you make the trip to Sheffield to tell Mr and Mrs Simmons that their daughter died ?” she looked at her and stood up, her confidence was growing back. “Will you have the guts to look them in the eye and tell them that you didn’t try to save her ? That they won’t be able to grieve because the body will never be found ? Are you strong enough for that ?” she smiled a little “Jemma wasn’t planned...I had to replace her quickly, that’s why she’s not where....” a pause “...See, my people thinks I talk too much. Guess that’s true.”

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centcomm:

                  “I don’t expect YOU to give me information. Why would you? You’re a pawn, or maybe more. Guess we’ll find out if someone comes looking for you. But compliance? That’s completely up to you. Like I said, it looks good if you cooperate. We have no reason to believe our real Agent Simmons is still alive. Why should we keep you in the same state?” A tight smile, close-lipped and predatory. The insults glance off of her armor, she’s been here before. The Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn’t afford to let things like this rattle her. “I can tell you now– being patronizing won’t get you anywhere. Until I have proof that I shouldn’t let you ROT here, you’re not going to be calling any shots.”  

“I have...accomplished...” she clenched her fists and sat on the floor, almost defeated. After a long moment of silence, she looked up to Maria Hill again “She is.” a pause “Alive. I’m the only one who knows where she is...you should think about that, time is running out...” she had a small smile “Tick Tock...” she chuckled “It’s time to show you have a heart and save that girl.”

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centcomm:

Jaw juts forward, tongue catches on the ridges of her teeth. She wouldn’t say she was being driven CRAZY. At least not out loud. A huff, the Director shifts, folds her arms across her chest. Defensive, the curve of her spine and weight on the balls of her feet aggressive. “YOU’RE the one who brought up torture, not me. But don’t be fooled. You’re NOT in charge. You DON’T know me. I know that information comes at a price in times of war. What do you think you’re WORTH to your… people?”

“Oh ?” she raised an eyebrow “Are you trying to tell me that you expect me to give me information because...” she laughed “Because of you ? I told you before, i’m not scared. I do love to talk however but giving informations ? Hmmm no, don’t think so.” she shot the director a look “I have accomplished my mission” but it was a lie, she was supposed to do so much more but lost her patience with Fitz. She failed and she knew it. “I do know you....Poor, little Maria, trying to act all tough, being respected when everybody thinks you’re a joke.”

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centcomm:

“I get that a lot.” Words spat without humor, a crinkle of her nose. She’s unimpressed, and it shows, weights down the silence that spans between them.

“Why keep up the act? Are you having fun with your CHARADE? Your kind get off on this sort of thing?” A curled lip, disgust evident in her tone, Hill folds her arms across her chest. “I wanted to see you for myself, in good health, while you were still able to answer my questions. Your willingness, you know, will get you far.” Comply, she means, and this will all go a lot more smoothly.

“Oh, I am having fun, Maria” she laughed softly as if she knew something, a secret. “Driving you crazy is part of the fun” she smiled “Oh and don’t pretend that torture is going to be involved...I am in charge, Maria” she moved a little closer, as close as she could “Little Fitzy wouldn’t let you touch me” she grinned “And, I know you, you wouldn’t sacrifice an agent. Certainly not Jemma Simmons...If you want answers, it will be on my terms.”

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centcomm:

Hill flips a switch, deactivating the electrochromic panes of glass that line the room, causing them to become transparent. She’s been standing there for awhile, trying to convince herself that this wasn’t true. The Skrull woman stirs and she expects to be proven wrong– but then it speaks. 

“Unless you’re ready to give us information, I wouldn’t waste time gloating.”

“Maria Hill” she says, smiling widely “I’m a big fan...Well, Simmons is. It’s weird actually, she respects you but she’s scared of you.” she frowned “me ? I’m not scared or impressed...but I am honored that you took time to see me...”

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front-lines:

BREAKING NEWS

    The Bugle has received an URGENT report that Washington D.C. is currently under attack by extraterrestrial forces. These forces are believed to belong to the Skrull race, members of which have been discovered infiltrating human communities across the globe.

    The photograph obtained by the Bugle depicts the primary target of the Skrull invasion. The Triskelion, headquarters of the nation’s foremost security organization, is seen under heavy fire while ground forces scramble to defend home soil.

        Security analysts believe this sudden assault to be the beginning of an open war that will continue with further attacks on United States territory within the week. The government in Washington has declared a Defense Emergency: evacuations are currently underway within the District of Columbia.

        Follow the Bugle on Twitter for live updates.

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She wakes up in a cell but she knows she hasn’t lost just yet. “Smart.” She smiles “I know someone is watching or listening...”

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rocketmonkeyscience:

Fitz’s gaze darkened as she kept talking. God, he wanted her to shut up and stop using Simmons’s voice, ruining it just by speaking. When she began the threats, though, he couldn’t take it–he immediately started shooting round after round after round at her from the ICER, his hands shaking but still kept steady enough to be accurate. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!” 

The first bullet had very little effect on her “This won’t...” but he kept shooting and eventually she was knocked down. She was laying on the floor, her eyes wide open.

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rocketmonkeyscience:

“She’s alive, but where?!” Fitz insisted with an irritated growl; he was horrified and scared, but more than anything he was PISSED. He was shaking with fear and rage and god, he was mad at himself and mad at this fake Jemma, and then she called him Fitzy and said she hated Simmons’s face and god. “What’s next is y-you only give me information. Tell me where Jemma is, and don’t say anything else.” He didn’t put the ICER down.

“That’s not up to me to decide what I can tell you. I have orders.” she got up “I made you a sandwich” she smiled and looked around for a while before starting talking again “put that down” she said. “Or I swear I’ll make her suffer. Do you think she could handle being cut down to pieces ? Of course I’ll make sure to make her suffer for a long time before that”

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rocketmonkeyscience:

“No! You’re not Jemma! Don’t you dare even–” He broke off when she said that she loved him, and he cringed. When she put her hand on the gun, he knocked her hand away, wishing there wasn’t the wall behind him. Shoot, Fitz. God. Just shoot.

He didn’t. That smile… it was terrifying how… Jemma it was. He hated the way it made him feel because she was not Simmons, and the emotion he felt for Simmons was being twisted into horror with every second that this Skrull kept talking. “Wh… where is she, then?” Of course she wasn’t going to say, when it was the only leverage to keep her alive.  But he was going to ask anyway.

This was useless but the smile had an effect on him and he seemed to realise that she had to be alive and well and that was enough for her. “She’s alive.” she said as if that was enough for now “Now...” she sat on the bed “What’s next, Fitzy ?” she tilted her head “Put that down, please.” a pause “God, I hate her stupid face” she said as she caught a glimpse of her face in a mirror

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rocketmonkeyscience:

“Don’t you dare! Don’t you fucking dare talk about her like that! You’re horrible, you’re vile and–and you’re going to pay for what you’ve done to her, you hear me?” He was shouting now, trembling, with tears running down his face. How hadn’t he noticed as soon as she changed? Why did he leave her alone? He swallowed hard, trying to work up the resolve to pull the trigger. It wasn’t even a lethal weapon. What was he waiting for? “I’m not a coward, though! I–I won’t surrender!”

“I am Jemma now. Would you really hurt me ?” she had to act cautiously “I love you, Fitz. and you do too and if you accept that you will find peace.” she put her hand on the ICER “Think about this before doing something silly.” she smiled, a very Jemma Simmons smile. “I know you’re not a coward, you are brave and smart but you won’t shoot...You wanna know why ? Because i’m the only one who knows where she is.” she grinned

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rocketmonkeyscience:

His eyes widened. No. No. This couldn’t be happening. His hands shook, his finger on the trigger even though he didn’t dare pull it, not yet, but he wanted to. He was just… freezing up. 

“I… I don’t–she–” Fitz tensed up when she moved closer, adjusting his grip so it was tighter on the gun. “Don’t. Just–don’t! Where the BLOODY hell is Jemma?! I-If you hurt her, or, or…. I’ll kill you. I’ll knock you out and I’ll get an axe and chop you up and mail your rotting chunks of flesh to SHIELD so they can use it for more research and we can rid of the rest of you monsters.”

“Charming” she rolled her eyes “You wanna know what is so amusing ? You thought she was one of us when, really, she was just scared and you left her.” she looked at him “Do you think she’ll ever forgive you for that ? For leaving ? Alone and afraid...” she smiled “We had good times together, Fitz. I was more loving than she ever was and ever will be” she moved closer to him “Surrender. You’re not violent.”

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rocketmonkeyscience:

It’s technical. No interested discussion, no suggestions, nothing but this really weird… obsessive fixation on the device and keeping whatever she wanted to do with it a secret. And she was being forceful, and the kiss felt dead, and she called him Leo, and basically there was too much evidence. No matter how much Fitz wanted to deny it, he knew. This was not his girlfriend. 

“You’re not–you’re not Jemma,” he mumbled in a panic before he shoved her away, jumping up and scrambling to the nightstand where he kept an ICER in his drawer. It was a recent development, because, well. Aliens around. It was a great thing, too, that he was so paranoid. He pointed the gun at her and backed up. “You know where the zoo is, I handle the tech, you call me Fitz–s-so I’m going to ask this once. Who. The HELL. Are you?” 

More rather, what the hell was she. (Even though he knew. She was an alien; she was a Skrull.)

She sighed and raised her hands, trying her best to look frightened, he was pointing a gun at her. Well she knew it wouldn’t kill her. She smiled “I used that on her, you know” she smiled, referring to the real Jemma “It is actually so amusing that you thought she was one of us when she was just herself...and you left her. alone.” she shot him a look, amused. “She was...” she stopped “What am I doing...I guess i’ve grown attached to you” she approached him, the fact that she looked like her was an advantage “Come on, Fitz. The battle is already lost. Put the ICER down...”

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rocketmonkeyscience:

Fitz flinched when she shouted; he was on the fence between agreeing that maybe she was just having a really, really bad day, or thinking maybe… maybe she was making excuses. He bit his lip and looked away. “Well, ehm. You know I don’t like you touching my stuff, Simmons. Not my stuff, I meant my, my inventions–” He cut himself off and then gave her a concerned look at the question. “I mean… yeah, Jemma.” He resisted the urge to add I guess. He didn’t want to make her mad.

“I just need to modify some things...It’s...” she chuckled “It’s technical, I mean...” she shook her head meaning he wouldn’t get any more explanations “Then if you truly love me, you will let me access the device” she smiled and kissed him, of course it was forced and pressed her lips against his with no passion. “Eat you sandwich. We’ll go to the zoo” she gave him a smile “Where is it, Leo ?”