So much Fluff!
Prompt Seventeen: So much Fluff
The 0-8-4 call came in with special instructions that Fitz and Simmons should be on it as their scientific knowledge would be needed. Putting together their field kits, Fitz and Simmons trudged off to the location and expected to either find an alien artifact or an enemy weapon, or even an Inhuman. Working for SHIELD, they knew to always expect the unexpected.
There weren’t too many field agents on this mission, which meant there wasn’t a high threat level attached to it. Good, they both thought, they were a bit tired of dangerous environments.
They arrived to the warehouse, where the call had come from. Before they got to the room they heard peculiar sounds, and Simmons and Fitz looked at each other. They were dealing with something alive. They proceeded with caution into the room.
They looked around and saw nothing, it was an empty room. Fitz examined the walls, pressing an ear to them, until he came upon one where the sounds echoed through.
“In here,” he said, grabbing the mice hole device from his field kit.
He cut out a square hole, and peeked his head.
“Oh my gosh, Jemma, they called us for this…” he said, his voice muffled.
Jemma stood behind him curiously, anxious to see what was all the fuss.
“Open your hands and close your eyes,” Fitz instructed. Jemma, trusting him, did as she was told, crouching beside him. She felt something small, fluffy, and squirming be placed in her outturned hands.
“Open,” Fitz said.
Jemma first saw Fitz, beaming at her, and holding in his hand a small but active kitten. In Jemma’s hands was a puppy.
“There’s a basket of puppies and kittens behind the wall,” Fitz said, with a laugh.
Jemma held the puppy up to her face and promptly melted. She muzzled her cheek against the puppies soft fur and chuckled.
“I hope these aren’t alien puppies and kittens,” she joked.
Fitz placed the precocious kitten down and reached back into the wall to pull the basket out, brimming with a few more kittens and puppies. He checked once more to make sure no other animals were wedged in between the crevice.
There were four kittens and four puppies.
“How’d they even get there?” Jemma wondered. It was a good question to ask. The wall looked like it hadn’t been purposely opened before. So how did a basket, with several young and healthy animals get there. Jemma laid down on the floor and grabbed a few more of the baby animals to let crawl over her. One of the puppies tugged gently at her hair while a kitten thought her forehead was a good place to nap. It was heaven.
Fitz got to work, interested in finding out the answer. He did a few thermal scans and checked to see if there was residue of any kind. One of his readers came back with some very interesting data.
“It looks like someone used a portal,” he said, incredulously not belieiving it.
“It could make sense,” Jemma was pretending to bench press a kitten and puppy in both her hands.
“I’ll call Coulson and tell him the 0-8-4 has been secured,” she added, placing the kitten down on her chest and reaching into her pocket to take her phone out.
She dialed Coulson to report back.
“Hello Sir. Yes we’ve investigated the 0-8-4. You won’t believe what we found. No, nothing like that. It’s pretty much cleared to come back to the base, we don’t need a contamination unit. We will be heading back shortly. We found a basket of puppies and kittens wedged in between a wall, the weirdest thing. Yes they’re alive and they are so adorable, Sir. Fitz ran a few tests, he thinks a portal was used to plop them there since it’s unnatural. We will stop by and pick up some food, yes,” Jemma said on the phone, answering Coulson’s multitude of questions and pausing every so often when one of the animals would get too close to her mouth.
Jemma and Fitz loaded the animals back into the basket, except for a kitten that had fallen asleep in the crook of Jemma’s arm. She carried it with her and rode with it all the way back to base.
Word had spread quick that Simmons and Fitz had found a basket of baby animals, and Daisy, Bobbi, and Hunter, although he wouldn’t admit he was there for the animals (he claimed he was there because Bobbi was), each delighted themselves with on of the animals.
They all ventured to the recreational room, and fed the famished animals while waiting for Coulson. When Coulson did walk in, it was like looking at kids at Christmas. His agents were rolling on the floor playing the animals.
“Coulson, you have to let us keep at least one of each,” was the first thing out of Daisy’s mouth when she noticed Coulson standing at the door.
“Yes, this one could be a guard dog, and… the base totally has a mouse problem,” Fitz said, playing tug of war with a puppy.
“We’re one of the most technologically advanced militaristic spy agencies in the world, we don’t need a guard dog or a mouse catching cat, the Playground doesn’t have a mice problem,” Coulson said putting a damper on their delight.
“But, Sir, it totally does,” Jemma said, knowing her argument was weak with no actual evidence to support it.
Coulson rubbed his forehead. These were his agents not his children, he couldn’t give in, no, he couldn’t, he really couldn’t…
May appeared at his side and soaked in the site. A puppy gingerly ran over to her feet to which she picked it up.
“Coulson, you don’t really think you could say no, do you?” she said, stuffing the puppy in his face.
Coulson could not fight the urge. He took the puppy out of May’s hands and joined his agents.
“Okay, we can do this,” he said, giving up.
For the next hour the agents fought, not on a battleground, but on which two animals to keep and what they would name them. Ultimately, Mack’s choice for guard puppy won as long as he could be named Cap, and Jemma’s choice out of the kittens was picked. May’s name won out and was named, fitting the theme, Peggy. And for once, a SHIELD mission had went so right, everyone was happy.