It was a long day of undercover work at Hydra. Jemma was just getting home to her old, worn down apartment in one of the most sketchiest neighborhoods in the city. She unlocked the door to hear a moving of bags. She draws her gun from her bag before stepping into the doorway and aiming it at... Phil coulson, her boss. She sighs in relief tucking her gun safely back into her purse.
"What are you doing here sir?" Jemma questions
"I came to check and made sure that you were okay and clearly you are not." Phil smiles at her.
"How so" Jemma asks with a offended look on her face.
He opens her fridge exposing it's emptiness.
"Sriracha? Beer? That's All? As your father I am disappointed in this diet" coulson scolds leaving jemma puzzled.
"You're not my father, sir" Jemma saids amused at the transaction that was happening.
"I brought you kale. jemma" she smiles and he continues "kale and my love."
"I do like the sound of that." She chuckles walking over to the table and putting her purse down to help him in the kitchen.
They finish dinner and watch a bunch of SSR (Shield before it was called shield) files.
Jemma and Phil sitting on couch fan girling over Peggy Carter and the history of shield.
Adorable.
