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open for Fitzes - au in which they talk after the pod - no undercover time but missions instead
He was doing slightly better, but his progress wasn’t going as fast as it should have thanks to her inability to do anything right. But he was doing better, and that was what mattered.
And then, one night after a particularly successful rehab session, laying on top of his bed, Jemma had just gone for it. “About what you said when we were at the bottom of the ocean…”
“I’m not… sure I understood… because I… I think I could see what you meant but I don’t think you could have possibly meant that when you know what I am.”
there were days where he hardly felt like moving out of bed, where breathing seemed like it was a struggle. there were days where all he wanted to do was give up. fitz was struggling. but, seemingly more frequent lately, there were days where he felt like something was actually getting better for him. today was one of those days. he had been able to do the button of his jeans without any assistance, though he had asked for help with his shirt. therapy had gone well. he was making progress with his hand, though not enough to be doing what he wanted to in the lab.
he had insisted on making them tea himself when they got back to his room, using his electric kettle. they deserved it after the workout he was put through. her words startle him, the cup falling out of his hands & onto the desk. a curse slips out, though thankfully there’s nothing in it & it’s not broken. “ there’s not..... there’s nothing...... “ he sighs, frustrated as he turns to look over at her, “ it never m-mattered to uh..... to me. you are jemma. “
sosadandyetsoamazing:
Jemma narrows her eyes, listening to him speak. His hesitations, stuttering, makes her think it has to do with him being hurt. He’s about to cry, over her, and that touches her. Her feelings are still very far away from her, she can’t decide by herself how to react after all, she’s always been told; but even this way, she can recognize that she’s not neutral to it, that she means something in his life and that matters. “Well, I’m not surprised they did. If you were close to me, they wouldn’t tell you they are letting me go away, not if they think I’m expendable and they might not fight to get me back.” That at least made perfect sense to her, lies and secrets.
“It’s alright if you want to cry. You are human,” she offers quietly. It’s supposed to be a relief, from what she knows. We were best friends, he had said. Maybe. “Yes. You can show me what you want,” she answers then, all the while thinking about the fact that he’s suggesting he’ll fight his team to keep her from getting imprisoned again.
“ no one.... they don’t think that. “ fitz presses his lips together, clenching his fist together to stop it from shaking so much. he didn’t want to seem weak, not now. not when she needed him. even if she hadn’t been there for him, he would be there for her. “ you aren’t. expendable. “ he had been lost without jemma. he knew it was the same for them. at least he thought it was. even with their new friends, it would never replace how vital she was to their team. “ i don’t want to. “ he furrowed his eyebrows at her, a few tears escaping, “ i want to..... be strong. “ for you. he can’t say it, instead lifting his phone out of his pocket. he had upgraded the memory & battery on all of them. there were hundreds of moments saved on it. things him & jemma had done, places they had seen.
“ when we graduated. my mum, she took us out for dinner. “ they had gotten their assignments & there was such relief at not being torn apart. plus, it wasn’t just any cadet that got to work at hq. there was reason to celebrate. they hadn’t been able to explain much of the work they’d been doing, but his mum had taken what she could. he swiped over to a photo featuring a much younger pair. fitz was grimacing at the camera, but jemma was smiling politely. he still remembered the day vividly. “ she asked me..... um.... afterwards. if i was in love with you. “ he hadn’t meant to say that, but it comes out anyways. it was true. “ she c-cares about you too. “ he didn’t look at her as he swiped around for another photo, this time featuring them only months ago, in front of the ancient ruins, “ you took this one. “
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Out of all the surprises that had come from the anomaly, Kara was overjoyed (after the initial shock that she had lost so much time, so many things and people…) to discover that there was something good that had happened while she was away: that something good being the infant that she was holding so carefully in her arms, and the official reunion of her parents. She’d always known that Fitz and Simmons would get together, everyone had — she’d just never imagined that she would miss out on it. “I — “ didn’t ask for what happened, but i’m surprised to find that you came all this way, just hearing that I had returned. She doesn’t say it, she can’t, not when she’s so grateful just to see his face again. She’s hardly had time to register what had happened to SHIELD, and the events that surrounded its fall, but she can see the consequences of those events written plainly across her best friend’s face: and when he lays his head down onto her shoulder, her head leans against it in support. In reciprocation of his words: that what had happened to him, he also did not deserve. Except, of course, for the quietly babbling baby with curiously curled fingers around a chunk of Kara’s hair. “It’s weird knowing that I lost so much time, when just the other day I was…I was with you all. You and Jemma, still completely ignoring your feelings for each other….Skye — Daisy,” she corrects herself, remembering when Fitz had updated her. “I don’t even have…anywhere to go, I can’t even offer you money for the sushi, I mean what am…I clearly don’t have a job anymore, since…” another pause as she takes a breath, looking down at Fitz’s daughter. “But I have you. All of you…”
fitz knew how weird it was for him, seeing kara in the flesh. after going to a fake grave site for two years, holding his wife tight against his side, feeling nothing. it hadn’t been because he didn’t miss her, he just knew that she wasn’t actually there. it had been a hole in the ground for their team to throw their grief at. he couldn’t imagine how weird it was for her, as if no time went by at all. to her they had been together only days ago. he could remember the last time he saw her, hugging her as she left for her leave. telling her to have a safe flight. he had sent her a meme with a monkey after she had boarded.
she looked just like she had five years ago. was she technically younger than him now ?? how did that work ?? he didn’t understand it. time was a funny thing. “ i wish i could explain it all. “ he murmured, sighing. he reached over to hold his infant’s small foot in his hand, smiling softly. “ don’t. you do. you have a home with us, if you want it. we’ll figure it all out, i promise. “ it probably wasn’t a promise he should have made. he didn’t know if he could keep it. that was field agent day one stuff, not that he had ever actually passed his field assessments.
“ you have me. jemma. daisy. this little monkey. your family. “ Fitz wished he could give her something to explain the last five years. it would make it easier than him trying to figure out exactly what to say. the things that he prioritized may not be what she’s looking for. “ is there anything i can do ?? any questions i can answer ?? “ he had tried to tell her the most important things, but he knew there was still so much that she didn’t know. “ anything. “
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“ if i couldn’t watch it, it wasn’t interesting! that’s just obvious! besides, i wasn’t going to SAY anything about it. because i’m considerate of your choices when it’s your turn to pick. ” arms crossed over her chest defensively as he stood. “ i resent that accusation. i can appreciate sentiment, fitz! ” she shook her head in disapproval, but she knew the disagreement would be forgotten within the next few minutes. “ what do you want for dinner? ”
fitz continued to frown at her, tempted to pull the plug on movie night just on principal. but he’s always been weak for jemma’s cooking so he just sighs dramatically, hands on his hips, “ something that will put me in a food coma, make me forget that you’ve betrayed me like this. “ now his dramatics are clearly on purpose. serves her right.
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she watches as the lab tech leaves , herself surprised by the outburst . eyes trail the tech , then goes back to fitz , silent as she stands by the station until he acknowledges her . “ hey , maybe he is . i haven’t worked with him yet , so i don’t know . ———- are you doing alright ? ”
fitz sighs, pushing samples into holders as he tried to control the shaking in his hand. it wasn’t a good day. “ i’m fine. “ he all but bites out, turning a moment later to look at her, “ sorry. it’s uh.... didn’t sleep much. “
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“And you thrive when watching me be a mean boss to others, and with thrive I mean you have very inappropriate thoughts about it,” she retorted mercilessly, giving him the same smile she gave idiots like Nathanson when she knew she had better cards in her hands.
“I got it. I’m up for another promotion, remember?” she reminded him, this time in a particularly uncaring tone - since coming from Mace it meant nothing beside being another step forward in her plan. “Although your help at the lab is beyond enough, believe it or not. I can’t deal with the new recruits when I’m too stressed to play nice. And I don’t mean to come off as insensitive but I wish Coulson had given up already. He’s just making it harder for me to keep covering his missteps and I can’t even tell him I’m doing that in the first place. Daisy won’t come back until she wants to come back, if he wants to help her he should worry about getting rid of Watchdogs so she doesn’t has to fight them all on her own. But the higher I get, the more I can take care of that problem. Even if it means sucking it up to a naive idiot until I’m the one in control of everything—Am I being creepy again?” she had taken the habit of asking Fitz when she wasn’t sure. Sometimes she did sound like a villain and she had given her loving boyfriend the duty of pointing that out.
fitz’s eyes widen at her clear call out, his face & ears turning red as she spoke. he took a sip of his pop to give himself a few moments to think of a reply that wouldn’t give up the fact that he was absolutely gone for her. yes, maybe there was a part of him that loved to watch her take charge, obliterate men with her words & power. she wouldn’t want someone intimidated by her mind, they both knew that. he cleared his throat, stuffing some more chicken in his mouth, listening to her talk about work again. give him a moment to cool down. the thought of mace made it easy enough. what a wanker.
“ who would’ve thought that i’d be the teacher. “ fitz could easily say that he wasn’t the best at it. his patience for anyone but jemma was lacking to say the least. “ you know it’s hard on him. she’s like his uh...... he’s like her father. “ it was difficult on all of them, daisy being gone, but he knew mack & coulson were taking it especially hard. but jemma was right. they were making it harder for her to do her job. “ not everyone can tell when you’re playing for both teams, jem. “ he reminded her, raising his brows. he knew that some of them looked at her rising rank as a betrayal to what their team fought for. he had too, in the beginning. it took too long for him to realize that jemma was doing it for them.
“ i think you’re using your strengths. nothing wrong with that. “ he moved his chair closer, laying an arm around the back of hers. “ do uh.... do you want me to talk to him ?? “ he wasn’t sure if it would do anything, but if she thought it would, he’d give it a shot.
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Jemma had had no idea to know if she had spent her whole life this way, just hiding the other side of her, she had no idea if there had been a virus involved making it more real than it had ever been. But the way he had said it, he truly believed this was proof. It was interesting, at least, to imagine a life in which she had not been known to be a weapon, and the change into it had been recent and something she had only told this man. “I was told I was kept here to be experimented on, so SHIELD could use me against Hydra,” she offered quietly, “Which is also why I was the one who got to go undercover, because they thought I’d be able to fight my way out if needed… Except I was abandoned there when your director had to choose between me and another, and back then I didn’t have enough training not to be knocked out. Once was enough. But they let me live, and they gave me the chance to have a purpose again…” she looked away, searching for Bobbi who had clearly been looking at them and was now busying herself with a tablet, “And now I have no one to tell me what I want to do or what to feel… so I suppose it doesn’t really matter if what you said is true or maybe you were my personal torturer, as long as I’m finally given a purpose again…” Even if it might be death or to be a prisoner again.
Eyes went back to him, gradually turning yellow: “And they know what I am now, Leopold. You don’t need to lower your voice. I’ve killed enough people with my real face for Coulson to know. If we really were best friends, you may get to ask for permission to visit me in whatever cell they put me.”
“ that’s not true !! “ Fitz exclaimed, louder than he wanted to be. But, she had to know they would never do that, didn’t she ?? no, she doesn’t. he looks away, teeth encasing his bottom lip. “ you wanted to go undercover, jemma. “ this part hurt to talk about, the part where he had to talk about him leaving her. “ i don’t um...... i don’t know the whole story. they told me you were visiting your mum & dad. “ he confessed, his good hand playing with a frayed part of his cardigan sleeve, “ there was an accident. a bad one. we were both hurt. you left. “ he looked away, tears swimming in his eyes. she really didn’t remember anything. he meet’s bobbi’s eyes & he can see the pity there. it makes him turn away. he can’t deal with their pity anymore.
“ it’s fitz. “ he corrected softly, moving to sit in a nearby chair. “ don’t call me leopold. um..... no one does. “ he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to catch hs breath & collect his thoughts. he didn’t know what he thought was going to happen. the schoolboy part of him, not educated in anything except hope & love, had wanted desperately for jemma to at least remember him. “ n-nobody’s locking you.... um... locking you up. “ his voice is determined, strangely so given that he’s been stringing together sentences for months. “ i wouldn’t let them . “ he sighed, twisting his sleeve harder. “ please just..... can i show you something ?? “
𝑇𝐴𝑌𝐿𝑂𝑅 𝑆𝑊𝐼𝐹𝑇 - ’ 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑘𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒 ‘
Below is a collection of lyric starters taken from Taylor Swift’s eighth album ‘folklore’.
The album holds references to: sex, alcohol, blood, depression, warfare, toxic relationships, medical failure, death as well as lines that could be taken as suicidal thoughts and parental abuse — so please be mindful if you are sensitive to these subjects. All lyrics are posted as written on the album, but feel free to change pronouns or words to fit your purposes.
i’m doing good, i’m on some new shit.
i thought I saw you at the bus stop
the greatest films of all time were never made
if you wanted me, you really should’ve showed
we were something, don’t you think so?
if my wishes came true, it would’ve been you
in my defense, i have none for never leaving well enough alone
it would’ve been fun if you would’ve been the one
you know the greatest loves of all time are over now
if one thing had been different would everything be different today?
when you are young, they assume you know nothing
i felt like I was an old cardigan
a friend to all is a friend to none
to kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed
you drew stars around my scars but now I’m bleedin'
i knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs
cause i knew everything when I was young
i knew i’d curse you for the longest time
i knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired and you’d be standin’ in my front porch light
i knew you’d come back to me
the wedding was charming, if a little gauche
there goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen
who knows, if she never showed up, what could’ve been
she had a marvelous time ruining everything
there goes the most shameless woman this town has ever seen
i had a marvelous time ruining everything
i can see you standing, honey, with his arms around your body
it took you five whole minutes to pack us up and leave me with it
you were my town, now I’m in exile
i can see you starin’, honey, like he’s just your understudy
I’m not your problem anymore, so who am i offending now?
there is no amount of crying i can do for you
you didn’t even hear me out
you didn’t even see the signs
cause you never gave a warning sign
i gave so many signs
if I’m on fire, you'll be made of ashes, too
even on my worst day, did i deserve, babe, all the hell you gave me?
cause i loved you, i swear i loved you til my dying day
i didn’t have it in myself to go with grace
if I’m dead to you, why are you at the wake?
you wear the same jewels that i gave you as you bury me
you know i didn’t want to have to haunt you
when i’d fight, you used to tell me i was brave
and i can go anywhere i want just not home
you can aim for my heart, go for blood but you would still miss me in your bones
you had to kill me, but it killed you just the same
i’ll show you every version of yourself tonight
i want you to know i’m a mirrorball, i can change everything about me to fit in
i’m still a believer, but i don’t know why
are there still beautiful things?
and though i can’t recall your face i still got love for you
love you to the moon and to saturn
i think your house is haunted. your dad is always mad and that must be why
i think you should come live with me
never have i ever before
will you call when you’re back at school?
i remember thinkin’ i had you
for me, it was enough to live for the hope of it all
so much for summer love
you weren’t mine to lose
i can see us twisted in bed sheets
i’ve been having a hard time adjusting
i didn't know if you’d care if i came back
i just wanted you to know that this is me trying
pulled the car off the road to the lookout, could’ve followed my fears all the way down
they told me all of my cages were mental, so i got wasted like all my potential
my words shoot to kill when i’m mad, i have a lot of regrets about that
it’s hard to be at a party when i feel like an open wound
that’s the thing about illicit affairs and clandestine meetings and longing stares, it’s born from just one single glance but it dies a million little times
you showed me colors you know i can’t see with anyone else
don’t call me “kid,”
don’t call me “baby”
you taught me a secret language i can’t speak with anyone else
you know damn well, for you, i would ruin myself a million little times
were there clues i didn’t see?
isn’t it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string, tying you to me?
time cutting me open, then healing me fine
what did you think i’d say to that?
fuck you forever
every time you call me crazy, i get more crazy
when you say i seem angry, i get more angry
it’s obvious that wanting me dead has really brought you two together
i’m taking my time cause you took everything from me
sir, i think he’s bleeding out
you dream of some epiphany, just one single glimpse of relief to make some sense of what you’ve seen
doc, i think she’s crashing out
some things you just can’t speak about
i won’t make assumptions about why you switched your homeroom but i think it’s ‘cause of me
the worst thing that i ever did was what i did to you
would you trust me if i told you it was just a summer thing?
i don’t know anything but i know i miss you
if i just showed up at your party, would you have me?
our coming-of-age has come and gone
i never had the courage of my convictions
i could never give you peace
i’m a fire and i'll keep your brittle heart warm if your cascade, ocean wave blues come
all these people think love’s for show but i would die for you in secret
would it be enough if i could never give you peace?
your integrity makes me seem small
i’d give you my sunshine, give you my best but the rain is always gonna come if you’re standin’ with me
you know i left a part of me back in new york
you knew the hero died so what’s the movie for?
darling, this was just as hard as when they pulled me apart
don’t want no other shade of blue but you. no other sadness in the world would do
Following the events of Avengers: Infinity War, people of Earth are forced to continue on with their lives, despite the loss of half of humanity. The snap did not discriminate: It took good people, bad, and those that chose to live their lives somewhere in the middle. Among those that remain are the heroes, villains and every day people who are forced to look ahead at the lives they must lead without those who once lead them.
NEARLY TWO YEARS LATER, NOW: S.H.I.E.L.D. is finally once again an official government agency, the few agents that remain loyal have been operating in secret and without government approval since the snap. Other former agents have gone off on their own, either retiring or having decided to handle matters their own way. The remaining Avengers have managed to lead the team into a sort of peace. Avengers Headquarters outside of Manhattan remains, and has since shifted into a hub for S.H.I.E.l.D. activity. New agents have been hired, and are in the process of being trained by the best among them for the express concern of preventing another Mad Titan level event.
WELCOME TO FALLOUT: INFINITY WAR, THE AFTERMATH OF THANOS’ SNAP.
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Jemma tilted her head, studying the bloke. She didn’t have friends. She couldn’t have friends, she could have teammates, maybe, but given that she wasn’t even human it was already hard to believe she had ever been a member of SHIELD, or at least loyal to it and regarded as more than a weapon there. Thinking she had ‘best friends’ was a stretch. At this point both Morse’s version of Bakshi’s version made little sense. “I’m sorry, but… I have no memory of my life besides working with Whitehall and Bakshi. And I’ve been told that I was part of a SHIELD team here, that my family is here, but I don’t remember it.”
“Morse also claims I was captured while undercover and brainwashed… Do you have any proof we knew each other? Besides you knowing my name, and I’m guessing what I am now that it’s public knowledge?” And their leader had also said that he didn’t know about her alien side before sending her undercover. It all seemed so unbelievably innocent of them to actually want to help.
it was impossible to explain, in any universe, how much he & jemma meant to each other without talking for days. years of finishing each others sentences, rushed lunches to get back to work, & field missions. ten years of it. but she was expecting him to give her something now, concrete evidence that he knew her. “ um.... well..... “ he trailed off, hand shaking as he struggled to think of something that would be sufficient enough but wouldn’t have been wiped from her memory. OH. it’s so obvious it feels like it hits him like a freight train. his eyes widen & he steps a few steps closer, lowering his voice, “ when you were infected...... the chitauri.... um, i was the f-first person you t-told. about your heritage. your skin. your eyes. the uh..... the changes. after we encountered the chitauri virus, it was like it activated your genes. “ he stepped back, looking down at his shoes. “ you uh.... there was so much we didn’t know. you were scared. i was too. “
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After the rousing (although, admittedly strange) record breaking success of the Halloween Ball last year; The September Foundation (in partnership with Stark International) is once again hosting the terror inducing party of the year:
THE GHOULISH GATSBY.
Jazz age glitz mixed with the spook of the season promises to be full of swinging music, devilishly good treats and a costume ball to end all costume balls. For more information, visit www.septemberfoundation.org/gatsby and get your tickets before they’re all sold!
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The Ghoulish Gatsby is an all ages event, dinner and drinks are provided free of charge. One plate per guest except in noted exceptions for those who might require assistance or accompanying small children under the age of five. Alcohol will only be provided to those carrying photo ID upon arrival, no exceptions. A dress code of Black Tie dress is required to those not in costume. Era themed clothing is encouraged but not required, normal costumes are welcome as long as they adhere to dress code standards. Please see website for more details regarding costume regulations.
LAST YEAR, SOMETHING WENT WRONG - TOO BAD NOBODY CAN REMEMBER
Although the official records only ever mentioned how the previous party broke fundraising expectations and was a massive success; Stephen Strange is the only one who remembered the truth. How one year earlier, the delicate shift in the multiverse caused the Halloween Masquerade to turn potentially gruesome and deadly; and how it had taken the work of many to bring everyone home safely by dawn and banish dark forces once more. It was natural to expect that never again would such foolish mistakes be made — especially as every guest had needed their memories altered to protect the secrets of magic and the mystic world they’d been exposed to.
So everyone moved on blissfully, only holding modified positive and uneventful memories of the party before. Which is why nobody was concerned when suddenly the Sorcerer changed his mind and welcomed the party to return this year. Practically begging them too, to the delight of the foundation and its future guests.
GUESTS THAT INCLUDE YOU!
You arrive to the party on Halloween night, invitation in hand and ready to get down and get spooky! Other than some slight odd behavior from the venue’s host (insisting he just hasn’t slept well) and a stressed out team of event coordinators, everything looks set to provide the best night ever!
Full dinner service, free bar, what more could you ask for? If only you could remember, then perhaps you’d know to keep your wits about you. Perhaps you’d have been more worried… for strange things happen at 177a Bleecker Street on Halloween, and if you’re not careful about what you see and believe… then you may not survive the night....
THE DIRECT TO DASHBOARD SEQUEL, NIGHTMARE ON BLEECKER STREET 2: THE GHOULISH GATSBY
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