A S H I E L D Agents Evaluation

Hearing a knock at the door, Dr. Jemma Simmons jumped in shock, her determined attention pulled away from the device she had spent hours constructing. Straightening up on her stool, the flustered biochemist eyed the metal entranceway suspiciously.

Jemma was used to uninvited visitors in her lab; the bus was a hectic place, people, aliens, artifacts; everything came through that door. But to hear a knock? Well that was a first.

Leaning through the doorway Skye smiled brightly down at the surprised scientist, waiting in the open entrance way:

"Anyone home?"

The brunette sighed, tugging away her goggles and setting them down on the workbench; of course the only person that would respect her lab on this plane was her dangerously under qualified friend; The higher ranking agents never bothered to knock. Swallowing her indignation, the scientist responded courteously:

"Come in Sk- I mean Daisy, what can I do for you?"

Entering, the brunette ignored the other woman's slip up, eyes scanning the quiet lab casually:

"Nothin' much, you know... just passing time."

Jemma raised a skeptical eyebrow, watching the younger agent absentmindedly saunter past the workbench; seemingly transfixed with the broken oscillator Fitz had spent all night repairing:

"Really? Because I inferred you were here for you're index evaluation?"

Skye blanched, the guilty woman turning back to face her suspicious friend:

"Coulson told you?"

The brunette nodded smugly.

"So I'm guessing I can't sweet talk you out of giving me this physical?"

Jemma's eyes narrowed as she scrutinized her reluctant patient:

"Agent Coulson told you it was just a basic physical?"

"Well no..." the girl responded evasively; "He actually said you'd be evaluating if I get to go on active duty at all, but I mean you're my friend so I figured... you'll check the boxes cos we're besties?"

The biochemist shook her head as she rose up from her stool, stepping around her equipment to reach the hopeful Agent:

"This isn't a joke Skye- Daisy!" the Doctor sputtered apologetically: "Sorry, I'm just not used to-"

"Jemma, give me a pass on this you can call me whatever you like!" the agent cut in, her big brown eyes pressuring the young scientist.

"Skye this evaluation is integral; The terrigenesis had a massive effect on your physiology. The vibrational wavelengths you can tap into could be very dangerous and your control lately has been... well mixed at best. For goodness sake! You've got Super Powers!"

Skye grimaced, sulking adorably:

"I noticed Jemma. I'm an Inhuman; not an idiot."

Jemma sighed, speaking in her least nagging English tone:

"Just take the tests seriously alright?"

Skye took a deep breath; the nerdy scientist was right, even if she didn't like it. Time to be professional:

"Sorry," the agent replied shortly: "Its just... I joined S.H.I.E.L.D to experience everything, now I'm cooped up in the lab all the time. Its frustrating sometimes."

Jemma nodded:

"Well now there are a few procedures we need to do to get started," Reaching into the top pocket of her labcoat, Jemma revealed a small torch, flicking its beam between the uncomfortable agent's eyes:

"Nice pupils, regular and responsive," the Doctor stated curtly.

"I like your eyes too," Skye responded dryly, staring back into Jemma's hazel orbs.

Ignoring her friend, the biochemist elected to continue the procedure:

"Open."

Skye acquiesced, opening her mouth and allowing the Doctor to aim the torch down her throat.

Struggling to speak with her mouth wide open, the brunette gargled word sliding together:

"Sooh, Ifth I get awn your index thingy, do I geht a Supah hero name instead??"

Moving closer, Simmons carefully inspected the interior of the agent's throat. The girl had nice, full lips:

"I suppose, Now cough please."

Skye cleared her throat loudly, Simmons watching her throat open and close while gently pressing a hand to the girl's abdomen:

"And again."

The agent obeyed.

"Great," Simmons said brightly, turning from her reluctant friend and reaching for her tablet. Quickly accessing Skye's Index files she began to input her current findings:

Name: DAISY JOHNSON

Level: 1

Date of Birth: 2 JULY 1988

Race: CAUCASIAN-ASIAN

Alias: TO BE DECIDED

Ability: Vibration Manipulation- The subject may manipulate and enhance vibrations that can produce effects such as earthquakes and shockwaves. Transformation occurred due to the mist from Terrigen Crystals.

Status: Under Observation. The subject appears unable to control her ability and therefore her proficiency in the field is under review, pending permission of acting physician Dr. Jemma Simmons PHD.

Skye watched, tentatively rubbing her palms together:

"Sooo... what else do you need?"

"Nothing too complicated," Jemma replied distractedly, still typing as she turned back to the agent:

"Just pop your clothes on the side and we can get started with the full body examination."

Skye balked; large eyes widening as she stared at the oblivious scientist:

"I'm not stripping for you Simmons."

Jemma looked up from her tablet finally, staring back at her colleague:

"You came to me remember? I could still fail you Skye."

The brunette pouted, crossing her arms defensively.

Rolling her eyes, Jemma pocketed the device and strutted right up into the agent's personal space, impatient to move forward:

"Don't be such a baby Skye. We're friends, remember? Besides, its nothing I haven't seen with Fitz's drones a dozen times before!"

"Ha Ha," Skye responded tersely, slapping the Doctor's hands away before electing to do as she was told, shrugging off her form-fitting leather jacket:

The brunette shook her head; Simmons was stubborn and but she needed the cute Doctor to pass her. Having said that, would Jemma really use a quadrocopter to spy on her? The agent eyed the scientist suspiciously: Before her Terrigenisis? No. But now...

"Just promise you won't tell Boy wonder."

Jemma smiled approvingly as the agent began to disrobe. Reaching for the hem of her black tanktop, Skye tugged the tight garment up over her head, before handing the clothing to the waiting Doctor.

The scientist bit her tongue as the brunette removed the tight garment, wavy dark hair spilling over bare shoulders. Watching as the Agent's bust bounce into view, Jemma tore her gaze away and back to her friend's face.

Skye awkwardly watched her friend, cheeks turning pink as the Doctor appraised her with amusement:

"Laundry day?"

Skye grimaced, her face flushing as she realized her mistake:

For underwear the brunette wore a bright pink, half-cup bra, the lacy garment nicely complimenting her olive skin tone. The girly clothing was incongruous with her usual cool girl mystique. Skye met the scientist's eyes defensively:

"Evaluate my skills Simmons, not my choice in underwear."

The young doctor smirked, stepping forward once more as she issued her next instructions:

"Okay then; spread your arms and legs so I can get a good look at you."

Biting her tongue, the cheeky agent decided not to stretch this out any more than she had to; the sooner she completed Simmons requests the sooner she could get back to her assignments.

"Still eating six pounds of food a day?"

"Yeah, I snack constantly," the brunette responded smugly, much to the Doctor's annoyance:

"You wouldn't know it..." Simmons replied begrudgingly.

The 23 year old was enviably slim, her frame only now growing curvier with her increased muscle mass; Skye's training paying off:

Lifting her hands, Jemma light grasped the other girl' s midriff, her palms slipping around the agent's sides.

Skye shivered as her friend's hands ran over her taught skin, the pads of the cute Doctor's fingers dancing over her vulnerable ribs.

Twitching visibly, a smile curled her lips:

"That tickles."

Ignoring the unprofessional agent, Simmons considered the girl's physiology, while searching for any surface nodules:

"Hmmm, Inhumans must have a hyper metabolism."

"A hyper-what-what?" the agent replied dumbly.

Simmons rolled her eyes, electing to continue her search, moving up a quadrant:

"You burn calories much faster than normal people Skye: Your powers require consumption of high quantity's of energy. I'm going to cook up some nutrient-rich bars to maintain your blood glucose in future okay?"

"Great, I won't have to eat anything I want all the time!" Skye responded sarcastically.

Moving through the external quadrants of the agent's body, Simmons attempted to ignore the soft, feminine curves that she caressed, focusing on the evaluation at hand.

Testing Skye's upper arms, Simmon's massaged olive skin approvingly:

"Muscle mass improved, that makes sense with all your additional training, but..."

The doctor's eyes inspected the agent's chest, eyes widening as they met her patient's once more:

"That bra looks a little... uncomfortable"

Skye's face reddened; the girl's breasts had swollen greatly since her transformation, her 32A's becoming 34C's. Apparently the brilliant Doctor Simmons hadn't noticed. Until now:

"Yeah... I think I've maybe gone up a cupsize or two."

Reaching for her, Skye was amazed when the cute Doctor cupped her breast; squeezing her pert orbs. Finger's brushing over lacy fabric, Simmons noted how the girl's chest strained against the straps, desperate to be freed.

Skye bit her lip, instinctively holding her breath.

"Are they more sensitive?" Simmons asked slowly, apparently fascinated by Skye's new assets.

Before the brunette could answer, Jemma tested a theory. Thumb and finger gripping each breast, the Doctor plucked her nipples. The agent gasped:

"AHH! Hmm yess..." she replied breathily.

"Interesting..." Jemma responded, her attention caught on her friend's rapidly rising assets.

Reaching around the concerned agent, the Doctor gripped the pink clasp:

"May I?"

Skye bit her lip, nodding slowly.

Slipping the straps over the other woman's shoulders, Jemma stared in awe as she pulled the cups away to reveal, pert round breasts.

Reaching forward once more, Jemma twisted each pinnacle, watching the younger woman squirm, brown eyes squeezing shut.

"Perhaps some of your increased energy is burnt off hormonally..." Simmons pondered as her hands firmly squeezed plump flesh.

Both women met each other's eyes once more and, for the first time since Skye had entered, both held the connection; even as the Doctor unintentionally teased her inhuman friend.

Skye blinked hard, realizing how tight Simmons' grip had become, how long her hands had lingered:

"Uh hmm?" the brunette cleared her throat intentionally:

"Jemma... this is an evaluation right?"

The young Doctor felt the haze that had enraptured her burn out; pulling her hands away with surprising difficult.

"Sooo... thought of any superhero names??" Jemma asked quickly, attempting to change the subject as she moved to another equipment rack.

"Nothing yet..." Skye responded, awkwardly tugging back on her flimsy bra as she spoke.

"I, ah I've developed a new pair of gauntlets for you to try," Simmons said, hoping to get their interaction back on track.

"New toys?" Skye responded brightly, her eyes shining once more as she suppressed their inappropriate moment; glad for the distraction:

Reaching for the nearest work surface, Jemma retrieved the metal gloves, the fingerless arm attachments glinting under the lab's bright lights:

"I need you to test them for me, if my calculations are correct this new multi alloy will channel your resonations, allowing you to target specific molecules over a distance at even quantum levels!"

Grabbing a gauntlet, Skye slipped the metal down and over her forearm, responding dryly as she tightened the straps:

"Speak more English Simmons."

The biochemist grinned, her own excitement unhampered:

"You'll be able to aim Daisy."

Studying her gloved handed, Skye made a fist, before taking the other gauntlet from the scientist:

"Really? That actually is cool!"

Moving quickly, Simmons grabbed her stool and rolled it into the centre of the room, before going to the lab's sink. Finding a rounded Florence flask, she filled it with cold water, before placing the glassware on the chair.

"Right," Jemma began excitedly, "I want you to boil the water, think you can do that?"

"No problem," Skye said dryly, cracking her knuckles, before loosening up; flexing her bare shoulders.

Facing the glassware, the brunette took a steadying breath, before raising an arm:

Jemma watched, enthralled, as a thrum of energy reverberated around the lab, the young agent trying to focus her powers.

Feeling the shockwaves pulse form her gloved hand, Skye attempted to hold steady.

The Doctor grinned as the stool began to vibrate, the flask wobbling. Eying her friend's reaction, the brunette unconsciously noticed the jiggle of the girl's pert breasts, still hard even as the agent emitted her powers. She'd have to design Skye a more supportive outfit...

The young agent grinned, hand twitching:

That was when the flask exploded; spraying them both with water and shards of glass.

The brunette's shoulders slumped, the agent staring forlornly at the palms of her outstretched hands.

Jemma grimaced:

"Come on Skye! You can do better than that."

Skye shook her head, exasperated:

"I'm sorry Jemma, the gauntlets work but I just can't concentrate!"

The scientist tightened her jaw with renewed determination, eyes narrowing:

"Yes, yes you can."

Skye watched as the cute doctor shrugged of her labcoat and hung it off to the side. Then, taking a new flask she filled it hurriedly, before returning to the centre of the room.

The agent's eyes widened, astounded, as Jemma climbed onto the stool, perching her behind on the small wooden surface:

"Simmons no. I could hurt you!"

Waving off the other woman's comment, Jemma placed the new flask in her lap:

"You won't. I know you Skye. All you need is the right incentive, in this case; not killing me. Now boil the water."

Skye shook her head:

"You weren't kidding about testing my powers, huh?"

Jemma nodded.

Lifting a gauntlet once more, Skye straightened up, hand raised as if reaching for the young Doctor:

"Good luck..." the agent said hesitantly.

Jemma shudder as she was hit by the first wave of energy; vibrations coursing through her abdomen. It was an indescribable feeling, her every atom pulsing under Skye's inaccurate directive:

Feeling the waves begin to culminate around her belly, Jemma's eyes widened; the contents of her stomach bubbling.

Unable to suppress it, the S.H.I.E.L.D scientist burped.

Hand flying to her mouth, the brunette reddened slight, her English manners compromised:

"Excuse me!"

"Are, are you okay?" Skye asked skeptically, her arm dropping slightly.

"Just focus Skye," Simmons encouraged, "And maybe try to aim a little lower okay?"

"Right, focus..." Skye muttered.

Eyes narrowing, she tensed her arm, attempting to gently increase her power while focusing the frequency on the scientists lap. Seeing the water shimmer, the brunette smiled hopefully.

Unbeknownst to Skye, her powers were having an unforeseen side affect:

"Ohhh... " Jemma whispered as the vibrations moved tantalizingly down through her belly, descending into her crotch. At the same time, the wavelength increased, the power of each pulse growing:

"Ohh My..."

Jemma felt sparks of pleasure course through her core.

Blinking, the sensation rapidly increased, a small gasp escaping the Doctor's open lips; she hadn't accounted for this variable.

Shuddering minutely, Jemma's heart rate increased as the vibrations began to stimulate her most sensitive nerve endings.

"Unngh.... Skye??"

"Shhhh!" Skye muttered distractedly, pleased to see the water in the flask begin to shimmer: "I-I think I've got it!"

Deeply embarrassed, Jemma clung to the seat of the stool, trying to control her breathing as sparks shot up through her abdomen; God she hoped the brunette's aim would improve faster than the heat spreading between her legs.

Fighting the pleasurable sensations, each wavelength sent deep vibrations through the lips of Jemma's pussy. She could feel the warmth spreading, her eyelids flickering; the only external sign of her sexual frustration.

Skye barely noticed, her eyes fixated on her friend's crotch. Twisting her metal gauntlet she opened her fingers, sending pulse after pulse through the flask between Simmons' legs.

Jemma shook her head, trying to clear the foggy fuzzy feeling, doing her best to concentrate on the report. But the sensation was growing, intensifying. And with each beat she lost control of her own body, now relentlessly turned on.

Looking up through glazed eyes, all she could see was Skye standing before her, totally oblivious to the effects of her own power; arm reaching toward Simmons with purpose, her focus obliterating the brunette's own: Maybe it was the masturbation, but god Skye was pretty, getting the Doctor off while still in a state of undress.

Jemma cursed; she was getting delirious. And she had to stop this, right? It just felt so, so good! She could let this go on a little longer right? Skye was doing no harm; she just didn't know what she was doing.

Shifting in her seat, Simmons tried to avoid the buzzing. Instead of helping, the shifting felt wonderfully wickedly aroused as the hot thick waves slid through her core in droves; shifting inside her.

The scientist could no longer concentrate on anything but suppressing her desire to moan in passion. Twisting in place, Jemma felt sweat glide down the arch of her back.

Strangely, she yearned for more, and not just a little bit, she wanted a lot. The gyrations were intoxicating, full of base and power. Everything in her lower region was vibrating, emanating up through her clit.

How could she disguise this pleasure? Biting her lip, Jemma squeezed her eyes shut; she couldn't look at Skye anymore, her own sex burning and full. The Doctor tried not to panic as an orgasm began to swell and blossom within her.

Leaning back to let the feeling overwhelm her, Simmons suddenly felt the vibrations die down, much to her own horror. Turning her eyes back to Skye, she saw the Agent's stare back at her, doubt having emerged in those big brown orbs.

It was only then that Jemma remembered where she was. Dear Lord it was so humiliating; she wanted to sit there with her eyes closed forever! And yet... she needed more:

"Keep going," Jemma squawked insistently, lifting a hand to gesticulate at the teasing brunette:

"D-don't hold back I'm-you're soo close!"

Skye blinked, observing her target: beads of sweat had formed on the girl's brow, her lip quivered, and the Doctor seemed to have lost her composure, practically draped over the stool. The signs clicked in the young agent's head, her frown becoming a surprised smile.

The other girl was getting off on this? Should she feel disgusted? Used?? The brunette blinked. This felt fair: after all, Simmons had literally just been feeling her up like a piece of meat. Who said she couldn't level the playing field???

Meanwhile the scientist hated herself; this was so desperate and wrong. But it felt so right. And on the bus, with all the craziness they had to deal with: couldn't this just be another crazy happenstance??

"Its taking a lot out of me," Skye responded slyly, "Besides I don't have to use my powers to be cleared for missions right?"

The scientist panicked, now so close to release;

"Skye! You're doing this or I'm benching you till you're thirty okay?!" Jemma snapped to both brunettes' surprise:

"Now do it!"

Skye shrugged. Simmons really wanted this? Then she would deliver: After all, Doctor's orders.