Marvel Oneshots

▷ Never Let Your Guard Down: Simmorse

"Simmons!" Bobbi Morse, the very tall, gorgeous spy called. 

Gorgeous. Bobbi was absolutely gorgeous with those blue eyes, smooth blonde locks, perfectly built and quite a bit taller than her. 

"I think my staves need some upgrades, I was thinking about it after the last mission. I want to keep the taser feature but..." 

Bobbi's voice seemed to drift off, the small scientist only catching about a word a sentence while she sat at her lab station. She was deep in thought when Bobbi had approached her, now standing in front of her with her arms crossed. 

Jemma had looked like a child staring at the window of a candy shop, gazing at all the delightful sweets. Only, it wasn't candy, it was Bobbi Morse: The Amazing Spy. She did save her life, after all. How could anyone not be attracted to someone with defined muscles, deep blue eyes, badass... 

Soon Jemma was pulled out of her own thoughts by a curious, feminine voice. 

"So, do you think that it's manageable?" Bobbi's voice asked, clear and confident. 

Jemma was caught off guard, seeming to be caught in her deep, ocean blue eyes.

"Wha... Oh, yes! Fitz and I will take a look at your staves and see what we can do," Jemma nodded, adding a smile. She glanced over to see that Fitz was busy staring at one of the computer's monitors, typing rapidly while biting his lip nervously.

"Great, I'd really appreciate it. Maybe you could come visit me in the gym sometime, I could give you a lesson in Tai-Kwan-Do," Bobbi joked, although inside she really did think that Simmons needed to learn field skills. Through all the insane missions that Fitzsimmons were needed for, it would be helpful for them.

"Maybe," Jemma replied with a smile. "Fighting and field missions are not exactly my thing."

Bobbi just simply chuckled at Jemma's statement, deciding to keep her pursuit.

"Everybody has to start somewhere," Bobbi said. "It wouldn't hurt to fit a bit of training in your schedule, would it?"

Bobbi hoped that Jemma would agree. Something about the small brunette enticed her, but didn't quite know what it was. Was it her adorable British accent, her optimistic personality? She let those thoughts escape her mind, knowing she would never know the real answer.  

"How about six-thirty tonight, on the dot?" Jemma's voice mused as Bobbi turned around to walk back to her own station in the lab.

It was a small victory, but Bobbi stopped and grinned from ear to ear. 

"Six-thirty tonight," Bobbi agreed. 

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(I'm going to leave this unfinished and come back to add more :) I have to write a couple one-shots and make edits for my Jemma Roleplay account anyways, but if you wanna see more of my writing make sure to check all my instagram accounts!)