@gasolineandguns
Jemma understood that after nearly eight months of having disappeared from the face of the earth, kinda literally, on the heels of their base blowing up, Ward wasn't really expecting her to visit and she should have been cautious. She still came in from the window of the safe-house he was occupying. "Hey, I got-no need for the gun, it's me-I got the pancakes you like. Get the whiskey." Because now she was off her meds - how joyful. If only everything else hadn't gone to hell again. But at least the world hadn’t exploded, and there was no immediate danger to fight, so she had packed up and left. It was just all too much. Yet there was one of the very few people who didn’t make her feel like she was in the wrong planet that she just had to see first. “You didn’t give me for dead, did you?”











