After the Fall
Apr. 22nd, 2014 10:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
protect_and_surveyThe solid thunk of the door locking behind her was reassuring - even though it's just a wooden door, it's a wooden door in a bar that suddenly makes a lot more sense than her actual life. It's a wooden door far away from people she thought were friends, colleagues, allies. It's a door unlikely to be broken down by someone who is part of a organization that was supposed to have died decades ago.
She doesn't know what to do now.
Jemma sinks into one of the armchairs, curling up tight. Ever since The Hub, she's only thought to get away, get somewhere safe, and now that she has...
She doesn't know what to do.
The Science Academy is gone - she's pretty sure she's never going to be able to stop hearing Agent Weaver's voice, that last shout before the transmission cut out. She can't even imagine the destruction - she remembers what Ward said about the students there, how unfit for combat they were. She can only hope they had time to figure out how to be creative, but... would they have known to defend themselves against their own until it was too late? Would they even had any resources? Quinn had already had his grimy paws all over at least two of the students - how much had he told his HYDRA buddies?
And what was she going to tell her parents? According to... well, pretty much everyone now, SHIELD is a terrorist organization. None of the good that they've done will count. None of the work they've done, advances they've made, will matter to anyone at all - all of it's overshadowed by an evil they thought was long dead.
At least here, in a locked room in a place that shouldn't exist, no one will think less of her if she cries.
She doesn't know what to do now.
Jemma sinks into one of the armchairs, curling up tight. Ever since The Hub, she's only thought to get away, get somewhere safe, and now that she has...
She doesn't know what to do.
The Science Academy is gone - she's pretty sure she's never going to be able to stop hearing Agent Weaver's voice, that last shout before the transmission cut out. She can't even imagine the destruction - she remembers what Ward said about the students there, how unfit for combat they were. She can only hope they had time to figure out how to be creative, but... would they have known to defend themselves against their own until it was too late? Would they even had any resources? Quinn had already had his grimy paws all over at least two of the students - how much had he told his HYDRA buddies?
And what was she going to tell her parents? According to... well, pretty much everyone now, SHIELD is a terrorist organization. None of the good that they've done will count. None of the work they've done, advances they've made, will matter to anyone at all - all of it's overshadowed by an evil they thought was long dead.
At least here, in a locked room in a place that shouldn't exist, no one will think less of her if she cries.
