* meme. ( “one candle, unattended. only ashes remain.“ )
jemma simmons felt an unbridled hatred for every movie heroine who’d ever raced towards a burning room & managed tolook flawless with their hair coiffed in its usual way and ready for an afternoon tea. that was just wrong. when the adrenaline ( & the fear of losing him ) finally got to her, jemma tossed her pride the hell away and pressed her free arm across her chest to hold her breasts a little steadier. unfortunately, that slowed her reactions and she was unable to force open any automatic doors in one swift movement because she simply didn’t have time to wait for a second for them to open. yet, for some reason, she never really stopped to think about an easier route to take. instead, as she ran, she remembered something ; something that a wise man once wrote on pale pages : “it was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed.”
so many things were wrong with that quote, she thought. there was no pleasure in watching things that once had colour fade and turn to BLACK. perhaps jemma would have seen an essence of pleasure in burning buildings if her friend wasn’t trapped because she stupidly forgot to tell him to “keep an eye on the candle” and that she’ll be back in 5 minutes. 5 minutes turned into 10. 10 minutes turned into 15 — so on and so forth. & now blood was dripping from her lip and onto her blazer, flames danced and tried to waltz with her, though they only caught her necklace — which was now, also, black as well as her skin underneath… and fitz was unconscious, lying on the floor but seemed to be unharmed. thank god. he could still make it.
she quickly concluded that he wasn’t able to make it to an accessible exit as smoke often incapacitates so quickly that people are overcome ; they suffocate. she hadn’t taken safety precautions herself, she was far too determined to get him out there at least somewhat alive & now the smoke had managed to cut her oxygen levels down to nine percent — the levels of unconsciousness — as well as his own, & before jemma had time to haul him up and carry him out of the burning lab, she had fallen. ironically, she landed in a position that made it look like herself & fitz were cuddling. the last thing she remembered before closing her eyes was the smell of the smoke that reached across the room and delivered a deep feeling of doom into her gut. & how hot fitz’s flesh was when her hand brushed against his arm as an attempt to catch herself [ which, evidently, failed. poor thing. ]
hours later & no one was able to identify their bodies.
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