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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 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.