(Took a little while for this to get written out, but it’s finally here! Do you guys want more of this universe?)
An hour had passed since Jemma had
locked herself in her room. She’d gone through a series of emotions and
reactions during that time. First, there was the crying over the entire
revelation. This was followed by the catatonic silence as she processed that
her biological parents were Bobbi and Hunter. After that had come anger. She’d
thrown her belongings at the walls or thrown a pillow at them. Now Jemma sat at
the foot of her bed, sniffling as she clutched the pillow close to her chest.
At her feet was a picture frame with a long crack running through the center.
It separated her from Bobbi in the photo, which had been taken shortly after
they’d escaped Hydra together. Back when things had been normal and happy and
Reaching down beside her, Jemma
picked up a photo album, her photo album. Flipping to the first page, she
studied a picture of herself as a baby. She was wrapped in a soft pink baby
blanket with her name embroidered on the side. The people who became her
adoptive parents found her wrapped in that blanket, all alone in a field. Even
though she was a grown woman, she still had that blanket with her, tucked away
in her dresser. She held onto it to remind herself that her biological parents
were out there somewhere, and that she would find them.
Standing up, Jemma walked over to
her dresser and took the blanket. It was a patchwork of squares of pink that
varied in shade, with the only variation being the red letters that spelled out
her name one the side. As she sat down, Jemma studied the blanket, wondering
how old it was really supposed to be. It might have been twenty eight for her,
but maybe it should have only been four or five instead. How old was she even
supposed to be?
knocked on her door, and Jemma dropped the blanket, startled slightly.