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“I wish we could just get out of here, Jemma. I mean, we could-- couldn’t we? Just...hop in a quinjet and not come back,” Fitz raked a hand through his hair, now deciding to ignore the topic at hand, “--Thanos destroys planets, not entire universes, right? There’s gotta be somewhere we can go.”

#c: jemma #shes biochem #team: home base

Fitz shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before holding up a hand in a slightly apologetic gesture, “No- no you’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just-- too much damn pressure, and I’m just- bloody tired.”

#c: jono #hollcwman #team: home base #is this coherent? who knows #its almost 3am

Fitz glanced up in mild confusion. Not entirely refusing the contact, he allowed the alien woman to make contact with his hand.

#c: mantis #empathsfeelfeelings #do ya thing mantis

lorelaigilmoure

#character development

#this is beautiful #face

“Er-- well, my father...wasn’t....the greatest. I’m much better off without ‘im.”

#c: laura #adamantiiumbuilt #idk what this is im v tired

“You know maybe that’d work if you told it to me four years ago,” Fitz let out a slightly biter chuckle. Before the accident, he’d have had this problem solved in under five minutes after creating some device that ran on no more than sheer willpower, but now-- stress levels mounting, Fitz’s brain refused to cooperate even the slightest bit, “That Nihilism might be a good feeling to fall back on right about now.”

#c: jono #hollcwman #team: home base #i am totally guessing on the year thing

“Great, so two of them are MIA, the other’s just as useless!” Fitz raked a hand down his face, tone equal parts frustrated and desperate.

#c: rhodey #warmachiinerox #team: home base

“Your tech, your father’s. Doesn’t matter, it wouldn’t work regardless. In theory, maybe. But in actuality---” Fitz shook his head.

#c: nadia #thewxsp #team: home base

“It is, Jemma. It’s a damn stupid idea, and you’re just bein’ nice,” Fitz’s tone was soft, barely there. The guilt and embarrassment over not being able to come up with a viable solution to their upcoming demise had been building up over the past few days, and Fitz was slowly unraveling.

“We’re doomed.”

#c: jemma #shes biochem #team: home base #fitz in every reply: panic ^ tm

“See-- therein lies the problem. I- don’t- know, Daisy. I’m burnt! I’ve got--- nothing. Absolutely nothin’,” Raking a hand down his face, Fitz refused to meet his friend’s gaze.