Marvel Oneshots

Lost Chances (Jemma Simmons x Reader)

*18 years ago* 

You grabbed a shovel and sprinted into the garden where Jemma was waiting with a metal biscuit box. "I got a shovel." You panted. The both of you started to dig a small hole and dropped the box into the hole and covered it up again. "How long till we get to open it again?" You asked. "In 10 years. We'll be 17 by then." she grinned. "But that's still so far away. We're only 7 right now." You frowned. "That's the point. Our future selves get to remember this day." her grin got bigger.

*8 years ago* 

"Wake up! We're digging that time capsule up today!" Jemma said and threw a pillow at you. "5 more minutes." You groaned. "Wake up!" she said and threw another pillow at you. "As cute as you are, I will not hesitate to throw you out the window right now." You mumbled. "I really do wonder how you managed to get yourself out of bed and graduate from The Academy when you were 17." she wondered.

After many pillows getting thrown at your face, you went to get a shovel and walked to the garden to dig up the time capsule you and Jemma had buried when the both of you were 7. She pulled out the old biscuit box and opened it carefully. She took a note from the box and unfolded it. It had predictions of the future written by the both of you on it.

"Who wrote 'I will get a burger tomorrow on it?' Was it you? I think it was you." Jemma snickered. "I very much did not understand the meaning of predictions when I was 7. And I very much did in fact get a burger the next day." You replied, which made her giggle and caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach. "Our predictions never came true, guess we don't have the powers to create a prophecy." she said and set it to the side. "Okay, let's make up something so insane right now and see if it comes true." You snickered. "Aliens invading New York. That's practically impossible, I'll give you 20 pounds if that actually happens." Jemma said. "Okay, that's an unfair bet." You complained.

After taking everything out, you found notes you guys wrote to each other's future selves, art projects and also some old photos which you decided to keep in your wallet.

*Currently* 

Being trapped under the ocean in a pod with your best friends definitely wasn't something you ever thought would happen to you. Well, neither was falling for Jemma all those years ago but it happened anyways.

Jemma pressed her hand onto the glass window of the pod you guys were in. "What's up?" You asked. "The glass." she answered. "Yeah, it's bulletproof and pressure-resistant." Fitz answered and shook his head. "But the seal is 4-hydroxy-4-methyl-2-pentanone, surely." Jemma answered. "We know what you're thinking but the flash point is too high for it to burn." You answered. "But medical ethanol has a low flash point, and it burns-" Jemma started. "Hotter. If we could use the defibrillator as an ignition source and build a compressed explosive." Fitz continued and you got where they were going with it. "The pressure outside will blow the window in." You finished.

"Okay, we've got several new problems." You said after a few moments. "What's that?" Jemma asked. "Well when that defibrillator goes off, water will start rushing inwards and it'll be like a punch from The Hulk to your gut, which is definitely not fun. The oxygen in our lungs will also be knocked right out of us and to swim up 90 feet requires you being conscious and also having oxygen in your lungs. The only way you can survive is being a fish, well, maybe we can mutate into a fish while under pressure." You finished. "Well, I mean yeah but that's the only chance right now." Fitz said while working on setting up the defibrillator. "I know, we'll find a way out of this. We always do." You replied and continued to rig the oxygen canister you found.

"We've got to hurry. We need to have enough oxygen to ignite it." Fitz said and turned on the defibrillator. "Okay, so the likelihood of us surviving is low but worth a shot." Jemma sighed. "That's why, Y/N and I came to a conclusion that you'll be taking this." Fitz said and showed her the oxygen canister you managed to rig. "When the window blows in the pressure will force air into your lungs which will be enough to swim up 90 feet and no arguing you're taking it end of story." You said.

"No. I'm not leaving the both of you here. That's ridiculous, we need a new plan." Jemma said and shook her head. "Jemma, we're not discussing this alright? End of story." Fitz said and closed his eyes. "Look, we couldn't live if you didn't." You started. "What? I feel the same way. There has to be another way!" she exclaimed. "You're taking it." Fitz said. "Why are you making me do this? You guys are my best friends in the world!" she said, the tears starting to flow down her cheeks.

"Yeah, you're more than that to me, Jemma." You smiled sadly. "I never had the courage to tell you when we were teenagers, Jemma. I should've taken Fitz's advice and told you earlier maybe I would've known how it feels like. You saved me countless times so please just let me save yours for once. If I don't make it, just remember I will still always be by your side." You continued when Jemma didn't say anything. "The saving you was letting you copy my homework or helping you cheat on an exam, Y/N. This is a life or death matter right here. Either you or Fitz are taking it." she sobbed. "It's okay." You and Fitz said and hugged her while she continued to sob.

Fitz managed to push her back and force the canister into her hands before he gave you the signal to push down the button to activate the defibrillator, making the window blow in and giving Jemma a chance to swim up to the surface. When she surfaces in the water she quickly pulls you and Fitz's unconscious bodies above the water. Fury managed to help the three of you up onto his helicopter before flying back to jet to get medical.

"You're in decompression on a jet back to the mainland." Fury said to Jemma. "They told us you were dead." Jemma said. "Good, we want the word to get around that." he replied. "Where's Y/N and Fitz?" she asked. "Fitz is alive, his heart is beating, just barely." he answered. "And Y/N?" she questioned, the worry eating her away. "Agent Y/L/N wasn't that fortunate. I'm sorry for your loss, I heard you guys were close. I'll leave you to rest." he answered and walked away, leaving Jemma stunned in the decompression chamber.

"Simmons, my office." Coulson said to Jemma that was in the lab helping Fitz. "You wanted to speak with me, sir?" she asked. "I'm sorry for your loss. I know Y/N was a close friend of yours. You guys known each other since you guys were?" he asked. "We were two, sir." "We managed to recover something of Y/N's I think you would like to keep." he said, opening his drawer to take out your wallet. He slid it closer to Jemma which she picked up and opened it, revealing everything you had inside of it.

It wasn't much since SHIELD basically provided everything for their agents. You had a couple bucks and change inside of it but the thing that caught Jemma's eye was the photos you guys dug up from the time capsule 8 years ago. Tears began to prick Jemma's eyes. "Thank you, sir. It means a lot to me." she said shakily. "We all miss her, Jemma. Take the day off, get some rest." Coulson gave her a sad smile.

She walked back to her bunk still staring at the pictures in your wallet. She still remembered the days most of them were taken. The one during the first day of primary school was her favourite, you had a wide grin on your face and your arm was slung around her shoulder. The knock on her bunk door made her snap her eyes away from the pictures. "It's open." she said weakly and wiped the tears she didn't notice were there away.

"Hey, you wanna talk about it?" Skye asked, when she spotted Jemma's tears. She took a seat on the bed beside her and pulled her into a hug. "I didn't get the chance, I didn't get the bloody chance to tell Y/N I felt the same." she cried into Skye's shoulder.