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Sam has never been the best with idle time. He's always wanted to be on the move somehow, be that as an active duty officer or just running around the Mall and being in the hotel makes him a little stir crazy. While he's aware that the current HYDRA situation means he probably shouldn't try to go make himself a hero back home, it leaves him a little at loose ends otherwise.

So he decides to start exploring doors. Some of them are easy enough to figure out - Disneyland is always a classic. Some of them are a hell of a lot more complicated and he's not sure why he decided heading into an unknown jungle was a good idea but now he's deep in the thick of it, the canopy of trees making it where he can't get a good idea of his bearings. The door is long gone, far behind him, and ahead of him is...well shit.

"That is a dinosaur. Dinosaurs are supposed to be dead." Except, apparently, not when you choose the random jungle door and end up in Jurassic Park.

(Sam isn't going to be surprised if someone tells him that it is Jurassic Park. His life is just weird and strange enough for something like that to be an every day occurrence.)

The dinosaur in particular is a T-rex and he thinks, if he keeps very still, maybe he can get out of this one alive. Still, that being said, he wishes he had his wings and some firepower to help even up the odds.

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She lets out a small sound, but then her brain shuts off and she does exactly what he's saying. She runs, runs like she's had to far too often, but it's possible that carnivorous dinosaurs are a tad worse than Hydra, but only barely.

So she runs, and only when she sees a structure does she stop to desperately pant and try and catch her breath. "I'm not really," she gasps, "field-ready."

"You're doing fine," Sam insists. She really is. She hasn't gotten hurt and they've covered a lot of ground in a short amount of time. "Let's just hide out for a little while until it's safe to make a break back toward the door and the hotel."

She hates that she is doing fine. She remembers when she was awful, beyond awful, at this, and no one cared because it's not what she's meant to do. Breathing wheezily, she calms her mind of those thoughts again, sliding her back up against the nearest hard surface. "What I wouldn't give for a night-night giun right about now."

"Yeah? What's that do?" Sam could use a little levity at the moment and he thinks Jemma probably could too. Maybe there's some humor to be found in the fact that they've escaped with their skins for the moment and aren't looking death in the face just yet.

"It's pretty much exactly what it proposes to be," she admits, given that they might have been creative in the inventing of it, but when it'd come to names, they'd sort of fallen down on the job. "It's a sedative gun, that can render someone unconscious without actually huting them in any permanent way. Comes in incredibly handy."

And it would help with dinosaurs quite a bit!

"Yeah, too bad we don't have that. Next time, though, right? I'm sure you want to get in here and do research." Sam has a bit of a thing for Jemma, which he doesn't think is going to be shocking to anyone, and wishes she had the same thing for him. It doesn't seem that's the case but he's pretty hopeful anyway.

"Don't mind coming back in here once we're geared up for it."

"If I could ensure that I had a perimetre fence under my control with the ability to shock and incapacitate, then I would absolutely love to do research," she confirms with a slow, eager nod of her head (tinged with terror). "I've grown a little wary of field shenanigans," she confesses. "Proper precautions are very yearned for, nowadays."

"Well, that's kind of a specific request," Sam says, laughing a little. "Still, we've got sometime. I guess you could make a list of everything you need and we could figure out how to get it? There's enough scientists around. We could figure it out."

"I'm a very specific woman in dangerous situations," she replies, trying to keep light and levity in the air. Her smile is definitely subdued, of course, nowhere near where it ought to be as she regards him. "I'd settle for getting home in one piece right now."

"I'm going to get you back," Sam assures her. "You can trust that, right? That I know what I'm doing?" Sam has spent most of his adult life on one battlefield or another, helping the injured. He thinks he can get them out of this in one piece.

She nods quickly, because she has a lot of trust in certain people. It's probably a mistake what with Ward betraying them, but Simmons always has learned the hard way. "I do, I do trust you," she vows. "Which, I hope you won't take as an opening to betray me. I'm fairly sure I can only take one of those a year."

"Uh, no. My closest friend is Captain America," he reminds her. "And that's pretty much guaranteed to be loyalty all the way. I went through the same thing, the whole HYDRA thing. I'm not going to betray you, Jemma."

"Have you met Phil Coulson yet?" she wonders. "I think he might be rather jealous of your friendship with Captain Rogers." They'd had to listen to all that for a long, long time. "Of course, my idols tend far more towards Agent Carter," she shares, a dazed and fond look on her face. "She's amazing," she shares with a bright grin, happy to hear that she's not going to be betrayed.

"And thank you for saying. I know it might be a lot to ask to hear aloud, but after what we went through, it doesn't hurt to check."

"I bleed red, white and blue," he promises. "And I'm going to get us out of here. Agent Coulson's going to have to just take a backseat to my claim to Captain America fame for the time being."

Sam scans the horizon and sees the t-rex has headed off in the other direction. "Jemma, we should make a break for it. Run straight from here to the door. Don't look, don't stop, just run. I'll be right behind you."

She doesn't like running and if she gets out of these antics alive, Jemma is going to institute a no-running policy that generally covers all areas of her life. She feels like that's really the only possible way things will work because she is so very tired of running. Still, dinosaurs are only slightly less to be reasoned with than Hydra agents and when Sam gives her the signal to run, that's exactly what she does, bolting for the door.

When she gets there, she draws it open and sees the sweet and lovely carpeting of the lobby. "Oh, thank God," she hiccups, staring for Sam. "Hurry! Through here!"

Sam basically throws himself through the door and when he crashes through, he rolls awkwardly on his shoulder. "Shit," he hisses, but the pain is nothing when he's more concerned about Jemma.

"You good, Jemma? Everything okay?"

"I think..." With another haul of breath, she lets her back hit the wall so she can slide down, trying not to think about how much she would have liked to see some of the dinosaurs if they hadn't been attempting to eat her. "I think I can't breathe," she admits, even if she's panting and wheezing, thinking about getting in shape now more than ever.

Sam chuckles a little. "Nothing like a little dinosaur circuit training to get your heart rate up, right? Just a light workout."

"I really want to stop having my workouts come from near-death experiences," she says, a bit glumly considering how frequently they come, now. Honestly, it's a bit unfortunate that she's gotten to the point where she's begun to expect it, now.