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Jemma knocked on the door to Phil's office.
Phil looked up and smiled.
"I'll be right there, I just need to finish this one last report," he informed her.
"More paperwork from the mess with Loki?" Jemma guessed.
"Yep," Phil confirmed with a sigh. "R&D keeps requesting an opportunity to study you and Barton, and I keep vetoing it."
"You never asked me if I wanted them to," Jemma remarked, a little annoyed at his presumption.
"You don't," Phil said. "I probably should have given you the chance to say no yourself but R&D aren't asking to study you for altruistic reasons."
Jemma's eyes widened, all annoyance gone.
"They want to use Loki's scepter themselves." she realized in horror.
Phil nodded.
"Don't worry, though, Natasha and I will make sure they don't get either of you." Phil replied, standing up.
The next thing he knew, he was lying on the floor, his head cushioned in Jemma's lap.
"Phil?" Jemma murmured, noticing that he was waking up.
Phil frowned at the worried expression on her face.
"What happened?" he asked, wishing he could kiss away her worries but he couldn't while lying on his back like this, especially when he didn't remember how he'd ended up like this.
"You fainted," Jemma replied, letting go of his wrist where she had been checking his pulse. "When's the last time you ate?"
Phil opened his mouth to reply when he realized he couldn't remember.
"Don't remember, huh?" Jemma guessed. "I couldn't remember the last time I saw you eat either."
Jemma gently caressed his cheek.
"I guess I've been so busy making sure you ate and dealing with the paperwork that I forgot to eat myself," Phil sighed. "I'm sorry for scaring you by passing out."
"Apology accepted, as long as you eat something now," Jemma replied. "I'll make you some soup."
"Soup sounds delicious," Phil agreed.