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[shes_biochem]

There were times when the Bus seemed like the most perfectly safe space in the world. With May at the helm, Coulson riding shotgun (not literally, at least, it hadn’t ever been confirmed), Ward there to protect them and Skye joining along for the ride, it ought to be safe. Safe as houses, until suddenly there’s a ghost-demon-man in another dimension haunting you and locking you into cupboards and closets and trying to strangle you.

( Simmons is starting to feel like terror might very well be the name of the game and even if the plane has landed, she doesn’t feel any safer. )

“Let’s do this,” she says. “We can’t hide in here forever,” she says and squeezes her eyes tightly shut as she gives the knob a test and doesn’t know whether to be relieved or frightened when it twists open without any resistance. Her breathing is rapid, shallow with panic, as she takes the first step out and is nearly blinded by the bright lights of a hallway that doesn’t belong on the Bus. “Fitz…?” she warily asks. “Where are we?”

[Order will be your character, Fitz, Simmons if you dare to approach the scientific duo]