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( – @justleopoldfitz )

A promise. She would get their team back, whatever it took. Her and Daisy. They had no choice. 

And then everything went black.

She awoke with a start, in a room she’d never seen before. The lights were dim, but what she could make out was of little use for creating context. The bare essentials – blank walls, a bed, one long mug sat on a counter not ten feet away next to an electric kettle. At least Aida got that right. 

What the hell was going on there? And where was Fitz?

Fitz. Her Fitz. The real ( well – as real as an avatar – the digital essence of a person can be – she was still working it out as she went along) Fitz. Not the one she’d left behind. The one whose blood had spilt onto her hands – sticky, and warm. 

Fitz. 

She had to find him. Had to tell him – everything. Had to bring him home. 

Shoes on, hoodie worn, skip the tea, and she was out the door. Once she found Fitz, they could figure all of this out. Put the pieces right. Sort this whole mess together, like they always did. 

It didn’t take long to realise things in the framework were… off. The more she walked, the deeper the pit in her stomach grew, and the stronger her need to find Fitz. It couldn’t be right. Everything… Everything was Hydra. 

Hood pulled up to hide her face (she’d become well versed in incognito), she walked the streets for what felt like hours. She was about ready to turn around – head back to what passes as her apartment in the framework and formulate a proper plan – when she saw him. 

“Fitz!” she called, a mixture of relief and concern. LMD Fitz had made promises of marriage and forever, but there was no ring on her finger, no room for another person in her framework life. Best to be cautious. (Cautiously optimistic – who knew what turn their lives had taken in a Hydra ruled world). “There you are, I’ve been on quite the wild goose chase.” 

Things might be different, but they were still them, right? Fitzsimmons, together in every reality. 

“Did you make the morning meeting?” 

“Yes, and everything is in order. Just like we planned. I’ll send you the data as soon as I hang up.I think you’ll be pleased.” 

“Good. Talk to you later. Call your mum. She thinks I’m overworking you.” 

“Really, she says the same thing about you. I’ll give her a call --- Talk to you later.”  

Fitz ended the call, and immediately started sending th data from his earlier meeting to his father before setting a reminder for him to call his mum later that evening.   

He froze midstep when he heard someone shout his name -- and his last name at that. No one that knew him personally called him that, and usually the people who did call him Fitz prefaced it with a Dr.   

He let out a slow breath, his hand going to the gun he kept at his side and slowly turned to see who it was. He didn’t immediately recognize her-- he was quite sure he’d never seen her face before and yet -- the way she looked at him felt so strange and familiar all at the same time and it wasn’t a feeling he was particularly fond of.  

“I’m sorry -- who are you?” He asks, his tone a bit cold, and suspicious despite deciding that she at least didn’t look dangerous. She wasn’t just some person who was a fan of his work either though -- at least, he didn’t get that vibe.  

“And why would you be hunting for me?” 

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“You can’t blame me for believing this could be a result of some weird experiment you and Jemma cooked up in the lab!” This must have been how May felt, seeing someone else wearing her face and speaking in her voice, the only good thing about this compared to that was at least she wasn’t getting attacked.

“Fitz, how did we even - I mean, what the hell.” Daisy couldn’t remember how. She’d walked into the lab to find Jemma, saw Fitz, and then blacked out and woke up to…this!

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“Is that really what you think we do all day in the lab!? We don’t just cook up weird experiments for the sake of fun! We’re doing legit -- important science in there.” 

“Okay, nevermind that. Have to figure this out.” He nodded, gesturing between them and spinning frantically to try and not only figure out what the source had been but also what he could do to fix it as he repeatedly flexed his -- Daisy’s -- fingers. “Okay, I think I should start with some blood scans -- figure out how deep this ... whatever this is --- is.” 

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The Doctor rolled her eyes gently, amused. It wasn’t uncommon for her companions to let her take the reigns until they learned the ins and outs of space and time travel. She supposed it made sense. It was all a bit out of their realm of understanding. 

He was clever, quick – shyer than her usual travelling companion, but just as curious. It had to be good. 

She tapped her chin thoughtfully, considering and then – 

“Ah-ha! I’ve got the perfect spot,” she beamed, quickly tapping in the coordinates before pulling the lever that shot the TARDIS into the time vortex.

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Fitz waited with bated breath, as he watched the Doctor do what he assumed was going through the motions of deciding where to go. The possibilities were literally endless, but he still had a feeling that she had her favorite places to go. Probably a few that she liked to show everyone that she brought onto that ship. 

Suddenly, he wished he’d asked to go to a place she’d never gone to before, somewhere that would be special for just him. It was a selfish thought, but he still stored it away for next time.  

The smile on his face stretched across his face as he reached out to hold onto the console for support as the TARDIS started to take off. Sometimes he wondered if it was meant to be that bumpy, and usually he’d voice as much, but so far he thought it best to keep quiet. “Is it somewhere here on Earth?” He asked, trying to figure out the words and signs that showed up on the small screen that slid around the console, sure that in enough time, he’d figure out the patterns and what they all meant. 

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[wow, I forgot how much of a mess my blog is still, I’m going to try and work on that today.]

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@agentremcrs Continued from here. 

“Oh my god.”

“Oh my god, holy shit, this can’t be happening.” Daisy could hear the way her words came out in Fit’z familiar Scottish manly accent, and it continued to freak her the hell out. She was in a man’sbody. She was in Fitz’s body.

As she looked up at Fitz, her hopes this was some kind of nightmare worsened at the sight of her own body. “Fitz what the hell did you do!?”  

“Oh no. Oh no, no, no.”  

There was nothing weirder than hearing his own voice before even opened his mouth, and then hearing someone else’s once he finally did. He whipped around, picking up the most reflective thing he could find in the lab and held it up to his face before whipping back around to give Daisy an offended look. 

“Why is it automatically my fault!?” 

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@agentremcrs continued from here

Fitz inhaled sharply, his eyes going wide at Daisy’s outburst. He’d came by, for who knows how many times again to try and offer some sort of comfort or support to his friend. The problem was, he had no idea what to say to her. Clearly, telling her it wasn’t her fault wasn’t a good idea. 

Or a really good one... An outburst was at least showing emotion, which was definitely a step up in his book. He’d rather her scream at her any day over what she’d been doing.  

Shaking himself out of his shock, he took a chance and took a step closer to her, extending his arms carefully in front of him. “Daisy,” he began, looking her straight in the eye and keeping his voice as steady as he could manage. “I mean it. He wasn’t doing any of that for you. That’s just what he wanted you to believe.” 

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color-coded starter call!

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“Ugh, FITZ,” Jemma rolled her eyes – or rather his eyes (it certainly was all a bit confusing) – to show her annoyance. Honestly, he was beingcompletely unreasonable. “I’m fine,” she pointed to herself, pausing momentarily before moving to gesture between the two of them, “we’re fine! And anyway, this isn’t some science fiction tale – this is real life, Fitz! There’s got to be some kind of logical explanation!” Okay so she neglected to mention that logic, in their case, probably included some kind of alien mischief, but that was beside the point. Her hands flew in the air in exasperation before they fell squarely against her (his…) hips. “Don’t be a baby – if you could  feel it, you’d have felt me stub your toe this morning,” she groaned, annoyance evident. “And for the record, he deserved it – since you didn’t ask.”

Fitz balled his hands into a fist and set his hands on his hip, until he saw someone coming down the hall and felt he was acting too much like himself and not enough like Simmons. Stepping a little more out of the way, he folded his arms across his chest instead. “No... I suppose you’re right, I didn’t feel that. Don’t think I did anyway.” He did feel sheepish when he realized he’d been far more concerned with himself than her and changed his (her?) tone when he repeated his original question. “Are you sure you’re not hurt?” He asked, starting to look her over.  “Well.. What did he do then?” He took a step back and raised his eyebrows, finding it hard to imagine her getting into an actual physical fight. 

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                                        Fitz && Daisy Aesthetic

requested by @justleopoldfitz

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❛yes, i did beat him up and i will not apologize.❜

Fitz’s eyes widened, staring at Simmons as if she’d grown another head. Which was still the most bizarre thing he’d ever experienced because he was actually looking at himself. He grabbed his own arm, which was currently actually Simmons arm (very confusing) and pulled her to the side. “Simmons,” He hissed, “That’s not your body! You know I bruise easily! What if you’d gotten hurt!? Oh.. Did you get hurt? I wonder if I would feel it, there’s clearly more going on here than we ever even imagined -- Oh my god, I even sound like you.” 

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RP starters: Concern.

“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”

“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”

“Blood? Are you bleeding?”

“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”

“I thought I would never see you again…”

“We should get you to hospital.”

“Where did all those bruises came from?”

“I have the right to be worried!”

“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”

“Sleep at my place tonight.”

“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”

“Please talk to me about it.”

“Let me take care of you.”

“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”

“How many times have I told you to not go there?”

“You could’ve died, you know…”

“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”

“You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”

“This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”

“I’m your friend, of course I care!”

“You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“You’re not okay.”

“I’m just trying to help you.”

“Let me clean your wounds…”

“Why did you do it? Tell me.”

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ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY, JUST PUBLISH.

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[my internet is down tonight so I can't do replies or anything but I'm just dying at all of the AOS cast comic con things]

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❛there are certain moments where i consider you someone with brilliant ideas and a good future. this is not one of those moments.❜

Fitz stared at Daisy for a long time, his mouth hanging open slight with his expression mostly blank. He hadn’t been expecting her of all people to challenge his plan -- a plan that he was still quite proud of, thank you very much. “Excuse me, which one of us graduated from the Academy three years early with extensive training in my field, including chemical kinetics? This is will work.” He announced, snapping back into himself as he set out to work on what could most simply be described as a bomb.  

Okay, so maybe there were a lot of variables at stake, and Fitz had steadily grown more reckless while Simmons was away. But he was still confident in his design plan, and wouldn’t knowingly put another member of his team in danger.  

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 Fitz + Bodyswap AU

When a new Inhuman decides to mess with S.H.I.E.L.D., FitzSimmons are the victims of this prank and are now stuck in each other’s body. They decide not to tell anyone but how long can they keep this up ?

(Many thanks to @mrsdecaestecker who helped me picking up scenes !!)