Jemma/Daisy
May was a tough mentor, and she was currently working Daisy hard on the shooting range.
"Hands up, breathe, pull the trigger." She pulled the targets forward to check her last work.
"Not bad." She pursed her lips, checking her watch. "Take five."
Daisy grinned and backed up, fiddling on her phone as she grabbed a bottle of water.
She laughed as she read through her messages.
May ignored it until the five minutes were up.
"Daisy, back at it."
"Yeah, one second." She rolled her eyes.
Melinda walked over and took the phone from her fingers, eyebrows shooting into her hair.
Daisy smirked, plucking the phone back. "Like what you see?"
"Send pictures to your 'mommy' on your own time." May hummed, pressing a gun into her hands.
Daisy took another few shots, looking over at May when she was done.
Melinda had a faint smile on her face. "So who is she?"
It was Daisy's turn to blush. "Ah...Simmons?"
May chuckled, pulling forward the targets again.
"Nice."
"Nice?"
"Yeah, why? You think you invented that?"
"No I just..."
"What, too old? You do call Phil and I the parents."
"Oh...fuck."