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At approximately 11:24 HRS EST, shots were fired at the S.H.I.E.L.D. Memorial Service being held on Liberty Island in New York’s Upper Bay.

The motivations and perpetrators of this attack are unknown at this time.  However, given the likelihood of this attack being only part of a calculated assassination plot against S.H.I.E.L.D. and its affiliates, all Agents should consider this an ongoing and active Terrorist Threat and therefore EMERGENCY PROTOCOL BETA has been automatically activated and will be in effect until further notice.

🌟 …someone my muse trusts.

Carol, always.

💔 …someone who broke my muse’s heart.

Answered, but also Carol.

😒 …someone my muse hates.

Zebediah Killgrave, the feeling’s mutual.

👻 …someone my muse considers a best friend.

Jemma Simmons, queen sandwich maker and fellow ex-pat.

💘 …someone my muse has a crush on.

Super classified!!! Basically every pretty girl who smiles at her/looks at her/near her/around her. 

😉 …someone my muse has had sex with.

{{ @agent-biochem }}

(917): dtr needs med asst

(917): can you help?

That’s okay- she readjusts her trajectory to bypass the lab and head toward the route Jemma is most likely to be taking if she’s coming back from Medical. Despite the scatter of other agents in the passageway, Jessica has no problem rushing forward, splitting a pair of suits to throw her arms around the biochemist’s body.

The earrings are in a small box with a red ribbon tied around it, nestled amongst the four wax-paper wrapped sandwiches that Jem had left in a bag labeled with Jess’ name in the lab fridge where she knew the other woman would find them. 

Jess, 

Happy National Sandwich Day! I’ve never met anyone who loves sandwiches as much as you, so it seemed fitting to celebrate properly.

Jem

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It’s mid-morning, her first spin through the labs to have a look in their kitchen ( regardless of what anyone claimed, it was the scientists who kept the best food around ), hoping for a half-empty box of donuts. Her wish hadn’t been granted, but she’d managed to hook a finger through the hole of a plain bagel, which brings her to the fridge because any sad plain bagel can be salvaged with a bit of cream cheese. 

Bathed in the glow of the refrigerator interior, she’s perusing the lunch bags and various tupperware containers that she can see because, well, she might as well look if she’s in here-

And there’s one with her name scrawled along the side. Not entirely unusual, except she feels like she would’ve remembered this one. Jess pinches the side of the bag and withdraws from the fridge, intent on inspecting the contents at the nearby counter. 

           Sandwiches, of course, but what-

   A marked inhale, surprise wends its way across her features as the box is unlidded, revealing the perfectly precious ( and extremely detailed? ) pair of baby sandwich earrings. The bagel is discarded for the moment while she snatches up her phone, hastily tapping out a series of bombarding texts.

                “Jem, Jem! Jem-ma!” She’s knocking at the door- kicking it, actually, because her hands are full. 

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'By the way' And if you see through the darkness coming my way Well, if you hold close my side you're gaining

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