Jemma Simmons is a terrible liar (needanewplan) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-11-24 12:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, jemma simmons |
Who: Jemma Simmons
What: Reminiscing and prepping
When: 23 November, after these texts
Where: Cosima and Jemma's to the Agency
Warnings: Low
Status: Narrative | Complete
Following the text messages from Natasha, Jemma had jumped straight into work mode. Not like it was really a hard switch for her to make, but with what was going on? Well. It was necessary. Letting Cosima know that something had come up, the biochemist began going through the different notes she had gotten from her dreams, as well as her personal notations. Hydra brainwashing was something she was more familiar with than she wanted to be, but it seemed as though that familiarity was coming into use now.
Not that she was thrilled about the memories of the dreams that accompanied the notes. Going over her private notations revealed how much she had struggled when she was going through them. It was in the handwriting really. Jemma remembered how much she had been trying to push down. The guilt. The isolation. The fear. Always having to look over her shoulder, to lie when she was a horrible liar. When she had nearly cut her own hair with a knife. Worry about Fitz. Feeling like it was better for everyone that she was the one undercover. The horrible things that were worked on, the way science was being utilized.
That same science she now had to find answers about.
“Where did I put that iPad….” The question was murmured to herself as the biochemist went in search of the information specifically from the Dreams and not her own recollections. Oh, those recollections were going to be important. Not just because of what she had learned at Hydra, but also her recollections from working with Agent Palamas. She knew her files would be on the iPad as well, but the more information the better.
It wasn’t fair how things crossed over from the Dreams. Yes, Jemma was far too familiar with it. Both she and Cosima had dealt with illnesses that could have killed them. She knew that other people had horrible things happen to them as well. It was all over the network. Oh sure, people dealt with it differently but it didn’t make it fair or right. Not like life was always fair or right.
Still, she knew about the Winter Soldier. And for that to have crossed over…. She couldn’t imagine what Natasha or Bucky’s girlfriend were going through. Nor could she imagine how the man himself would react once they found a way to break through is programming and he was himself again. Because they would. Yes, she knew that things rarely went the way that were planned in the line of work they did at SHIELD and the Agency. Especially for Natasha and herself. But she refused to believe that they wouldn’t be able to help Sargent Barnes.
It wasn’t even the worry about what could happen with the Winter Soldier could do while he was under Hydra’s programming. Well. That was part of it. Of course it was. The Winter Soldier was notorious for how deadly he was. A ghost they had called him because intelligence agencies weren’t even sure he was there. But because of what that knowledge could do to a person. She had seen in the Dreams how Fitz had handled what he had done in the Framework. And she remembered how easy and comfortable Bucky had been when he had helped her months ago when he had no reason to. Most people wouldn’t have, why would they when she had been covered in dirt and clearly must have appeared deranged. She had taken the hippocratic oath, she would of course help. But it was personal for her as well.
“Ah ha!” And there was the iPad she was looking for. Brilliant. iPad and notes gathered, Jemma made her way to the Agency. There were a lot of things that she would need to go over. Processes that would be needed for deprogramming, seeing what they had available to them in terms of technology. Specifically for purposes of things that might not be exactly the same as she had used in the Dreams.
Once at her destination, the long process began. First it was making a timeline and procedure for what would need to be done. Then it was running checks, adapting what was available when necessary. She would be ready for whenever Natasha was able to bring Bucky in. For now though, it was waiting.