“Come on, (y/n).” Jemma begged as you kept on punching the bag in front of you. “No Simmons, you’re too…fragile.” You said for what felt like the hundredth time today. “That’s exactly why you should. Please, I’ll be the best trainee you’ve ever had, I’ll commit one hundred and ten percent if necessary.” You rolled your eyes at her pleading.
“Jemma, I’m busy, I took a year off Jemma, I need to get myself back in shape before I can even consider training anyone.” You said using your break as an excuse.
“Oh please (y/n), you’re already the best fighter we have, and you’re also a weapons expert. You’re years ahead of everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D. even with your leave. Besides, I design all your weapons, the least you can do is show me how to properly use them.” Jemma was truly desperate at this point and you stopped your assault on the training dummy to focus all your attention on her.
“Go change, training starts now.” You told her and smiled and ran off to the locker room. You exhaled and hit the dummy hard enough to knock it to the ground, you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into.
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