#engineeringlion

"Simmons didn't pack you another one of those sandwiches did she?"

Grant looked over at the other man as he bent to set a tactical case on the floor beside the hotel room couch. It was a remark more than a question, and it was meant to put a smile on the engineer's face and get him to relax a little. Their current assignment didn't hang on the balance of them being caught in a life or death situation, and he wanted to be sure the other man was aware of that. Of course that didn't mean Grant didn't take their assignment seriously, but he wasn't going to begrudge his partner the need for sustenance.

At least not while they were in London for a three day private auction that they were set to attend. Only the richest collectors from across the world were invited to participate in the event, but thanks to Skye, they had managed to acquire two invitations and had their names added to the list. Based on Intel received by one of their operatives, SHIELD believed that underneath the respectability of the exclusive event, there was to be a few underhanded auctions taking place at the same time. Based on the information they were given, SHIELD had reason to suspect there might also be weaponized technology in play. The mission was simply to set up a base of operation in a hotel across the street from the auction house and monitor the building when they were not attending the events.

Grant wasn’t particularly happy about the assignment, since it required him to socialize in a formal setting, but he was hoping it wouldn’t take more than a day to determine if the suspicions were correct concerning the auction. If they were, they would be free to call in the rest of the team and take some measure of action.

Send (=ﾟωﾟ)ﾉ for my character to react to yours putting a collar on their neck

"Wha-did you just-did you just collar me?”

Send "Dark Cravings" For My Muse's reaction to Yours Dragging them into a Dark Room, pinning them against a wall, and kissing them along their Neck...

Two days. That was how long Jemma had to wait. Two bloody days. 

She'd just started on at the Academy at 15, working on her second PhD synonymously with her training. It was exhausting, and a nightmare to deal with people nearly a decade older than her all the time. Yes, she was a genius, but she was a kid, too. The only bright spot was getting her timer on her 16th birthday.

Waking up after the procedure she was groggy and uncomfortable, but she almost ripped the timer right out of her wrist trying to get a look at it for the first time, jerking her head back at the reading.

"42 hours?" she squeaked, looking up at the nurse by her cot. "That can't be right!"

Humoring her, the nurse tapped the screen (she winced, still tender) and shrugged. "We've never had an incorrect reading, hon," he assured her, ruffling her hair. "My cousin already met his soulmate when he was six. The minute they saw each other after his timer was installed, it turned green and showed the date they met. Now they got four kids. Funny, huh?"

Not funny. Not funny at all.

She went to see her advisor about protocols with students who found their soulmate. There wasn't much to go on. "Don't get too worked up about it, Miss Simmons," her advisor said. "In fact, I have some good news. We're getting a new recruit in from Scotland. He's very bright, and about your age. You two might get along. Maybe distract yourself a little."

"When is he coming?" asked Jemma, checking how many hours had ticked down already.

"Mm, tomorrow, maybe? I'm not sure."

Jemma knows the real uses of fire extinguishers???

Yes she does.