Jemma screamed when she heard the voice, immediately dropping the device and pulling out her gun.  She looked over to where she heard the voice, “How poetic,” she finally mumbled.

She took in his appearance and could not say he looked familiar but since the reason she’d been sent was because of a strange energy source, she felt he may have the answers.

“I don’t think I could go through with it, hes my superior officer,” she explained with a shrug.  “Who are you now?”

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“well, there is a first time for everything.” more or less, but mistakes could be repeated. even so, he simply gave a light shrug as he leaned his head back against the wall just a bit more – all for the aesthetic. 

“as for who i am? well, that’s debatable.“ even more so these days. “though, i never have been one for labels… i think the term of unstable comes to mind. at least on most days, but i’ve been wrong before.”

// @jemmaagentofshield  xxx

❝How about, FUCK NO?❞ she mumbled to herself as she looked up from the machine in her hand telling her this was where the energy source was coming from. “I swear to fuck, if there is death in this fucking place, I’m gonna kill Coulson.”

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making his entrance by simply leaning on a wall wasn’t the best way to entice dramatics, but it would suffice for the time being. besides, it wasn’t like he was expecting anyone to show up, and if they did? well, he was expecting more – not just her. 
so, color him amused as he lofts an eyebrow at her words. “there always is death, but it gets boring after a while.” at least in his mind. “round and round people go, but the death? it never stops. especially these days. so, by all means? kill him. i’d love to watch.”