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So, Jemma is pretty sure that a large part of Los Angeles is about to go up in smoke. The lab is in a state of not-very-controlled-at-all panic.

This isn't really how Jemma saw her first day in the field going.

First they discover an unknown superhero, then said superhero appears to be going mad, then they find a whole secret plot to combine every super-soldier or alien serum into one noxious cocktail for... reasons unknown (probably something along the usual, but that's neither here nor there), and then they figure out that the combo is deeply unstable, and people using it tend to... well. Go boom. Yay Extremis, right?

And then, instead of ordering their rogue superhero be taken out for the greater good, Coulson orders them to find a way to stop this Extremis variant from taking out its user (and, it turns out, downtown Los Angeles - would it really be to much to ask to at least move the target to somewhere less populated?).

It's on you. Get it done.

Coulson's words echo 'round and 'round in her head as she frantically feeds new combinations to Fitz, listening to the series of failures behind her as he runs the data to find the one that works. She wishes she was Hermione, that with a swish of a wand she could just... make this all end. Somehow, in all the stories of adventures in the field, no one mentioned the 'not knowing what the hell one is doing'.

Time slips by fast as lightening, every second precious, and they're losing, they're not going to...

There's a shout of victory behind her.

Thankfully, Jemma has the necessary combination of toxins on hand to countermand the Centipede serum. Thankfully, when they bolt down the plane's loading ramp there's a car waiting for them, and a driver more than willing to play fast and loose with traffic laws. They're going to make it, they're...

Three blocks out they hit a wall of un-moving traffic. It's not just the inescapable LA gridlock, this is the police trying to set up a blockade, a blockade that is going to get people killed.

Jemma has never run so hard in her life. Not in training, not in qualifying. Fitz is hot on her heels. She shouts wordless warnings as she barrels through people going in the other direction - evidently her panic and determination come through, because people scatter out of the way. They reach the train station, ground zero, and Fitz heads for the stairs while Jemma keeps going, heading for where their explosive superhero, Mike Peterson, is making his (hopefully not last) stand.

A shot rings out overhead.

Jemma dodges around her teammates (May looking shocked, Skye looking horrified, Coulson looking grim) to skid down to her knees besides Peterson.

To a very alive, breathing, unconscious, and not exploding Peterson. Beaming, she turns to look up at Fitz. Fitz, who's standing up on the balcony, trying to catch his breath but smiling back, giving her a thumbs-up, Ward holding the Night-Night gun.

Turns out maybe she's Hermione after all.

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