Agent Leo Fitz

"No, that's with my bad hand.                 With both I can do it, definitely."         (( indie Leo Fitz, 21+, selective ))

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// soulmate AU, take 2

“This is just too hard. This...” He waited for the word, one foot jangling anxiously, and when he didn’t find it quick enough, the flat of one hand found the desk. The shock of sound hadn’t died out before he felt the term on his tongue.

“... soulmate thing. I know they say I’m your only chance. Biology...” He trailed off again, uncaring this time about the words that wouldn’t come. She knew the science of it better than he did; he didn’t need to explain the problem to her.

“But I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” And he was. For her, mostly. He didn’t often feel sorry for himself anymore. Just angry. Especially at how easy it was to find the words he knew would crush her.

     “--I can’t be your soulmate.”

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..... Lord alfucking mighty.

(I know I owe about a bajillion things, but now I need current timeline threads....)

[maosdaily]

[jemmasimmons]

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ten underused questions~

tagged by: jxmma​

introduction —

name: Leo Fitz

age: 27

your favorite picture of your muse’s fc:

questions —

what’s their twitter name? what sorts of tweets would they tweet? Fitz would be @monkeydoctor, which makes it sound like he’s a veterinarian, but is actually a reference to the fact that his fondest wish is to be the Doctor regenerated as a monkey.

what’s their favorite genre of movies? of music? Fitz is big on documentaries, but usually only while he’s doing something else. Sitting still for a whole movie without getting anything else done is hard.

what’s on their top queue on Netflix? Doctor Who, Downton Abbey.

what’s their favorite scent? marshmallow

apple or android?   Android

favorite season? least favorite season? Favourite is fall; least favorite is winter.

are they a bottom or top or versatile? Total bottom, no matter how indignant he is about it.

describe their morning routine. do they wake up early or sleep in? press the snooze button a bunch of times or do they immediately get up? Fitz doesn’t have to press the snooze button; he built an alarm years back that wakes him during the shallowest point of his REM cycle, making it easy to roll out of bed. It does not, however, make it easy to be happy about it.

tag five people so they can get to know their muse too:  Nope. Lazy. Do it if you want to.

[youknowilookgood]

onlytryingtohelp:

She can hear the surprise in Fitz’s voice and she understands why, it’s not like her to do these things, not when it comes to something like borrowing work vehicles for non work related activities, but she can blame the two of them for her newfound adventurous spirit. They were bad influences. 

She sipped her tea again, smiling over the rim of her cup at him and humming in acknowledgement of his words and by way of an answer. 

“Yes. There may have been a little bribery involved.” 

She’s mostly joking. Mostly. She’s quick to jump in on extolling the virtues of the area in question, as if they had to convince Trip it would be worth his time to fly them out there, no, she was just happy to spend her day with her boys.

“Quite near Bosworth Battle Field too, and the steam railway, if we felt so inclined.”

He’s amused by Fitz’s surprise, decides that helping Jemma get away with taking part of the fleet for a small off-duty jaunt was definitely worth it. He doesn’t really use his  status often but this was for a good cause. 

Polishing off his plate, he listens to the two of them try to sell him on the many wonders  of the primate center and it surrounding area, a small smile growing as they continue  listing attributes ( he could mention that the most interesting fact about it so far is how  excited they sound about it, but he wouldn’t want to cut them off in their enthusiasm ). 

“Sounds like a plan. Haven’t had churros in a while.” 

The last time he remembers was about two years ago, during a mission in Spain where he’d spent the afternoon holed up in a local shop, trying to avoid catching the attention of some mercenaries that had popped up at the wrong moment. He’ll keep those details to himself though. 

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Fitz raised his hands in a gesture of victory, smile as wide and open as his palms.

     “Then it’s settled! I’ll just... grab a jumper... and maybe a few snacks for the road. What’s the airtime like between here and there?” He gave it a legitimate moment of thought before wrinkling his nose. “Nevermind. No kill like overkill, right? I’ll just pack more than we need.”

Which meant the crisps AND the candy AND the popcorn. Definitely a few sodas, which were technically outlawed in the Quins, but they were already bending so many rules that he figured it didn’t matter.

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// PSA: It’s con weekend here, so I’ll be fairly nonexistent! No worries - I’m back to normal next week. xxxx

[inhumanhacker]

Skye watched with sadden eyes as she startled Fitz, watched him flexing his finegrs, just like her he was different now. Still Fitz and Skye, just different, in different ways.

“I figured, we could just bring it in, once he see’s how cute it is, he can’t really say no and if we call it Steve-” She grinned.

“But hey if you can build one, that would be even better,.”

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Fitz snorted, grinning at the mention of the Director’s Captain America fetish. He couldn’t remember the last time the team had traded jibes; no one had laughed much since Trip.

     “You’ve given this some thought.” And it wasn’t a bad idea. Especially if they could... “-- Where would we even get a dog?” He shook his head, bending to find his screwdriver.

     “I should build one. A little chihuahua with... ah, with...” He grasped the tool tighter as he searched for the word, nearly dropping it again when he found it. “--security features. HYDRA’d never know what hit them.”

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[stevenrogered]

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#{can we talk about lance protecting fitz from himself here tho?}#{because this broship is a thing i need}#{lance /took care of fitz/}#{he wanted to kill ward /for/ fitz tbh}#{and for mike}#{but he was there}#{he didn’t fuss and fits}#{didn’t tell fitz he was wrong}#{just gave him a gentle touch to remind him that fitz was better than ward}#{he /cares/ about fitz}#{he’s the friend…the /brother/…that ward /should/ have been}#{pardon me while i cry for days about this broship} tags by notthescarsyoucansee

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[agentsphilinda]

It’s the moment of truth, And the moment to lie. The moment to live, And the moment to die. The moment to fight, The moment to fight, To fight, To fight, To f i g h t !

[hiraethicheart]

Skin pulled and the sweat on his forehead created warm lines on chilled skin as he lifted himself through the southwestern loading dock. It wasn’t how he anticipated returning, less the triumphant hero and more the beaten down warrior.

Had it been successful? Yes. But as his quiver bumped as he landed, a hiss escaped and the realization hit that files or not there’d been a level of stupidity inherent in going at it alone.

That wasn’t a lecture he was ready for right now.

So at the junction he turned right instead of left and found himself at the garage. Lanyard activating the door with a quiet beep (there’d be an encrypted record on file of just who visited) and admitting him into the sanctity of the lab.

For a moment he wondered if it was selfish to come here first. An act of cowardice in the way he wasn’t willing to face Phil just yet. Using Fitz as a safe haven, when the guy had enough of his own issues, seemed wrong on some level.

Yet here he was.

And the fact that he found himself smiling for the first time in weeks made the question of selfishness fade. “If I told you I come bearing presents do I get a pass on bein’ a few days over a month?”

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Fitz was knee-deep in a circuitry problem, and getting deeper. As the paths kept changing, so did the need for a different resistance of transistor. If he could just get the damn thing stabilised, he’d be able to shrink half the technology on base. HYDRA’s work would still be more advanced -- a fact that would have absolutely killed him if it weren’t for the overwhelming awe -- but it was a start.

So when the doors open, he waved a distracted hand.

     “Can it wait? I swear I’ll --”

The words died on his tongue for a very different reason than they normally did when he found Clint standing there instead of Mack.

     “You’re back.” The surprise rooted him to the spot, and his eyebrows ticked up as he collected visual data.

     “And don’t take this the wrong way, but you look like... well, it’s not good.” He left the copper wire where it was on the tabletop, looking about for his walkie set. “We should get you to Simmons.”

So before he’d even had a chance to explain, Clint would get to witness firsthand the awkwardness between him and his other half. He felt bad for even worrying about it, considering the state the archer was in, but it still darkened his gaze.

[inhumanhacker]

“Fitz I think the base needs a puppy, what do you think?”

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Fitz jumped, startled away from the project he’d been working on. His screwdriver nearly rolled off the desk before he slapped a hand flat to stop it, flexing the fingers of his other hand to stretch them.

     “Ah, good luck getting that past Coulson,” he murmured. It would be nice -- but who would feed it when they were off tracking HYDRA?

     “-- I think I’d have more luck building one.”

[miketownsends]

guys, high school dropout here.

[agentskyefall-blog]

“No, no. I promise I’ve seen worse.” She shrugged off his warning but still winced when she heard the crack. While she was curious, she was also sentimentally attached to the old laptop. Leaning over the other side of the table, she tried to catch a glimpse of what was going on. When she realized it was probably rude for look over his shoulder, she leaned onto her hands instead.

“Yeah, I’m gonna trust your judgement on this.” She sighed. “She’s old. I’m guessing she just wore out.  I’ll talk to Coulson later.”

“Bessie? That’s a good name for her. I’ll stay and hang around. So you think you could help her?” She grinned at his offer, sliding a swivel stool over to the table and sat down, swinging her legs cautiously. It was the first time she had felt welcome in the lab and not completely out of place so she figured she would enjoy it as long as she could. Picking up a tiny screwdriver, she examined it carefully. She tried to twirl it in her fingers like Fitz and Jemma did when they were concentrating on a problem, but the fine metal tool slipped out of her fingers.

“Oops.” She muttered as the object clanged against the work table. Changing the subject, she swirled on the stool to face Fitz.  “Uh, do you want me to get any snacks, first?”

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Fitz snorted, even as he lined up an array of tools beside him.

    “Haaaave you met me?” One hand dipped below the deskline, dumping a bag of pretzels unceremoniously onto the counter. The other delved into the drawer on his left, coming up with a metallic spread of Cadbury chocolates.

    “The Roses collection,” he informed her, nodding at the candies. “Eat, and be ruined for all other chocolate ever.”

His fingers trailed the laptop again, almost unconsciously, tapping here and there as he assessed, getting the lay of the land. It was a good five to eight years behind the technology they were using at SHIELD, which meant he hadn’t touched anything like it in awhile.

   “She’s old, sure, but...” He bit back a grin, putting on his Mr. Moviephone voice. “We can rebuild her. We have the technology. I can make her better than she was...” He peeked up to see if she was following. “Faster. Stronger.” He panicked then. What if they didn’t have TV in orphanages...?

     “That’s the, ah, The Six Million Dollar Man,” he detailed. “But I can do all those things! What d’you think about a hologram burner? Like you do with CDs, only... with holo arrays.”

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Skye laughed and waved Fitz off. I’m sure you were far from normal, in a good way. I mean, hell, you were in the SHIELD Academy and a now you’re a top scientist. You had to have been brilliant.” 

“This is sweet, only problem is, my laptop still doesn’t work.” She motioned to the sad piece of technology, still sitting with a blank screen. She grinned as she felt the metal fasten around her wrist. “I feel pretty awesome with this. Is there any chance that we could program this with a universal remote kind of thing so every time I walk into a room I can blast a theme song? Not sure what song yet, but I’ll work on it.” She grinned widely.

“If you want to help me out with that form, that’s fine by me.” 

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Fitz could breathe again once she laughed. Still, he knew it wouldn’t be the last time he put his foot in his mouth; it was a specialty of his.

     “Right. Laptop.” Priorities, Fitz. “You might want to look away for this.”

His mouth twitched sympathetically as he slid on a set of safety glasses and a headlamp. A chisel and small hammer fit perfectly into his hands, and in the space of a few moments there was the satisfying crack of plastic separating, giving him an unimpeded look at the motherboard.

     “I don’t see anythin’ obvious...” he murmured, tracing wire paths and circuit chips with feather-light fingertips. “Might want to request the new tech, just in case. I’ll vouch that you need a new one, an’ hopefully Agent Coulson won’t bat an eye.” He shrugged, trying to look confident -- but he wasn’t at all sure that would be the case.

     “I’m gonna need some time to look Bessie here over.” Fitz patted Skye’s open laptop. She felt like a Bessie. “You’re welcome to keep me company...? Who knows where Jem is.” He knew she had better things to do, but he also lived in hope.