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One Song: GDFR - Flo Rida Two Movies: Big Hero 6 and Legally Blonde Three Shows: The Flash, Agent Carter, and Sherlock Four People: Julia (the bae), Hannah Hart, Ellen Page, Carlos Valdes Five Foods: Nutella, Pasta, Ceasar Salad, Hot Chocolate, and Dark Chocolate Six People to Tag: formerrxdrobin doitforthecollegecredits jxmma justabiochemicalreaction perezimovat agent-amare
“You deserve to be happy, I’m sorry—- I truly am” She muttered to him, disgarding the mug in her hands as she backed slowly towards the door “I’m sorry, I’ve… I have to go” With that she retreated, Simmons just couldn’t look at Fitz, and the pain in his eyes and his voice knowing that she was the reason it was there in the first place. Why couldn’t she do what she had always done and just sit on whatever feelings she had? Why did she pick now to be brave?
Jemma didn’t know where she was going, she just knew it had to be as far from him as possible, so she couldn’t hurt him anymore.
Jemma left and he didn’t protest. She should leave, he realised. Why would she stay? He yelled at her then said he had feelings for her. Who on earth could handle that flip flop so quickly. Fitz squeezed his eyes shut and stayed in the lab crying for a while before he wiped his tears and went upstairs. He grabbed enough food to let him stay in there for at least 24 hours, not including bathroom breaks, and he brought his laptop and a charger. “Doctor Who Marathon, here I come,” he said to himself as he shut the door to his little bunk and settled in. The nice thing about Netflix is it plays the next episode automatically. It understands.Â
Well that shut her up. She was dead silent, her brain going crazy trying to figure out what she had missed, why she had missed it. Probably because she was too busy thinking about Ward among other things. “Why? Why would you say that? When you know perfectly well that I’m happy with Ward? stop trying to sabotage my happiness!” She hissed, looking at him, but unable to get herself to glare. She was looking at him more in confusion, eyes wide with the possibilities. What if he did jump out of the plane? What if she had caught on his feelings earlier?
Fitz stood there looked at her, trying to keep in the panic tears, but when she spoke he shut his eyes and they streamed out. Why was he doing this? He just wanted her to be happy, right? So why do this to her? This was all wrong. “I didn’t want to sabotage your happiness,” he said in a defeated voice. His secret was out, there was no need to seem strong. He shook his head and opened his eyes to stare into hers. “I just was jealous. Of him, I guess, but I was jealous that you got to be so happy while I’m so bloody miserable and that was wrong because I need to be happy for you and I am happy for you it just... Hurts.”Â
“Right, you don’t care. That’s why you came in here, and started yelling about me and Ward. Why do you care? What does it matter to you?!” Of course she saw through his lies. He really wasn’t that good, and she knew him better than that. “So yelling at me is good now? Thanks for the memo.— Why? why isn’t he? If you can give me one legitimate reason why, I might consider listening to you.”
“It doesn’t-” he tried to get in, but she started to talk, or yell, again. He pulled a had through his hair as he sputtered. He was getting to the reason he cared so much and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it. “No! Yelling at you isn’t good I didn’t want to yell at yo! I just would rather I be the one kissing you!”Â
“Then what the hell are you yelling at me for?! It’s like all of a sudden, it’s a crime to kiss some one, let alone be bloody happy about it!” She spoke, her voice raising in volume until it matched his “I know you were going to Fitz! Everyone knows that! —- sandwich?… wait” Her voice lowered as she thought “You told me you ate it, you said it was delicious. You lied to me! Why would you do that!” Simmons took a deep breath and shook her head incredulously “Would you have? Really? Because right now you are doing anything but standing by me!”
“It’s not a crime! I mean.... I don’t care,” he said through clenched teeth. He was a bad liar and he knew it, but god he just wanted to yell at someone and Ward would just kick his teeth in. “Obviously I don’t care why would I care? And I would have because I would do anything that’s good for you and this just isn’t! Ward isn’t right for you, okay? Trust me he’s not right for you!”Â
Jemma was in a good mood, until Fitz came into the lab, shouting accusations about what she assumed was the moment she had with Ward earlier “What? Am I not allowed to smile now?!” She leant back, almost glaring at him. This whole thing was ridiculous “Instead of you? What the hell is that supposed to mean Fitz?”
“Of course you’re allowed to smile! Even if you weren’t I don’t have any say over what you can do you can go kiss whoever you want! I don’t care!” He shot back. “It’s supposed to mean that I was going to go down and save you that day. So, he may seem great, but he threw away my sandwich and I was the one who would have saved you and stood by you.”Â
bioxchemist
Fitz had been stewing all day in his bunk, and now enough was enough. He had spent enough time thinking about Jemma kissing Ward and not him, and at this point all of it was just pissing him off. He raced down the steps to the lab, where Jemma was working he assumed. He just needed to think about something else. Get his hands on a project or something.
He walked in the lab and froze in the doorway. She was smiling a stupid, giddy smile. “Thinking about him, huh?” he spat. “Glad you two are so happy together. I guess it’s a good thing Mr. Save The Fucking Day jumped down to save you instead of the person who had actually been by your side because I would hate to think that I could have messed up you’re little romance.”Â
[ silly-fitz this is what I was talking about!!! ]
*screams "brotp" in tears*
You’re Different Now || FitzSimmons
Once she had finished wrapping her hands                                              with the protective bandages she turned to                                               the bag and held her fists up, punching it                                                over and over again, seeing Fitz’s                                                    impressive maneuver on the bag,                                                      only taking a moment to glance                                                         in his direction.
                                  It was obvious that he had received a lot                                                   more training than her. Which wasn’t                                                      surprising really.                                                                      Hydra worked differently to S.H.I.E.L.D.Â
She did however take it upon herself to train,                                               piecing together the tidbits she learnt from                                               Skye, May and Ward, if not through words,                                                 through observations.Â
                                   If anything it was to gain fitness and strength,                                               so when the day came when she was told to run,                                             or had to protect herself. She could.                                                       No more b a b y s i t t e r s.
When Fitz talked to her she froze,                                                     holding the bag in place, even                                                        though it hadn’t moved significantly                                                       and turning to face Fitz, her breath                                                  labored from the short workout.Â
                  “It’s okay, you were pretty into it—- poor bag”
With that comment she turned back                                                      to the bag, half expecting Fitz to do                                                     the same, ignoring the obvious                                                    questions between them,                                                             that could all be traced back to —                                                     What happened? What went wrong?
Fitz smiled and chuckled. “Yeah, damn thing never saw it comin’,” he said, his humor and his light swearing being traits he got from Hunter. Hunter had taught him how to use humor as a defense mechanism, as it seemed part of an S.O.’s job was to teach agents defense whether it be in the field or out of it.Â
May’s techniques involved finding a center or meditating. Skye said that she was taught to fixate on one point and let everything else fade into background noise. Fitz had tried once, but it didn’t take. He got to easily distracted, and the small task of clearing his mind was impossible. He was constantly working out problems or solutions in his head. His mind was always busy, and the mere thought of turning it off was a tall feet. He knew he’d never achieve it.Â
When Fitz told Hunter that May’s thing didn’t work on him, he didn’t take it too hard. He just told him that an easy way to get through that stuff was humor or sarcasm. It’s a mask in and of itself, because if you always joke not only will people not take you seriously and then you can surprise them, but people also won’t make you have heart of hearts. When you heart has to be guarded, it’s a win win. It took a while for Fitz to get sarcasm and humor, but Hunter said he was doing alright with it all.Â
Swearing was just something he picked up. Not really on purpose, but the stuff was contagious.Â
Fitz left his earbuds hanging off his shoulders and on his chest in case she had more to say. He punched the bag a little less aggressively than before, aggression seemed too revealing now that he knew she was there, and after a long period of silence he decided that not talking might have said more than talking. Acting casual would be a more guarded option, so he went for it.Â
“Good to be back in the Playground? I don’t know why, but I imagine we have better food than Hydra,” he said with a light smile as he continued beating the snot out of the bag.
You’re Different Now || FitzSimmons
Ever since Jemma left things had been different. If she was being completely honest, things were different before she left. Maybe that was why she said yes to Coulson, to going undercover. Or maybe she just wanted to feel useful. Ever since the accident it was hard to feel that way. Even though she hadn’t suffered anything in the way Fitz had with his brain damage, people still treated her like she was made of eggshells. Destined to crack under the first sign of pressure.
          She was sick of it.
At least she knew there would be no danger of that happening at Hydra. Plenty physical danger. Although That was just an occupational hazard.
For so long Fitz had been her constant, always there with his passion for science. Now that all changed, she didn’t even have S.H.I.E.L.D to fall back on either. They say the end of the world was when the Aliens invaded New York, for Jemma the end of the world was now. The fall of S.H.I.E.L.D and the simultanious fall of her best friend.Â
The time spent undercover at Hydra changed her, on the inside and out. The Jemma that came back from behind enemy lines had Shorter hair, a more guarded expression. If anyone stayed long enough to see what lay inside her, they would find less trust, and far more cynicism than Jemma Simmons was known for. This was a different girl.
Although so much had changed about her, one thing remained constant. Her capacity for hope. The ability to think beyond what was now, to something much better in the future. Maybe that’s why she went to the gym, to see some of her old friends, to make things better, closer to what they used to be. Or maybe she went there because Hydra Jemma knew she was too defenseless as she was. After all only the Fittest survive.
What she saw however came as a shock to her. Fitz fighting a punching bag, and winning. Things certainly had changed, more dramatically for Fitz than Simmons. Most would disregard her hair, and guarded expression and go so far as to think she somehow came out of this unscathed, the same enthusiastic Brit that first walked onto the bus back at the Hub. But no, that girl was gone. Replaced, perhaps for good.
She continued looking at Fitz, begrudgingly admitting to herself that the muscle looked good on him, before walking to a punching bag next to him, and slowly wrapping up her hands. Simmons just couldn’t bring herself to talk to him yet, It just didn’t feel right. Things are too different.
Fitz’s face was hard, fierce, and determined. He punched the bag harder than usual, especially for a day when he had already spent so much time fighting. Seeing Jemma was like a adrenaline rush of emotions, and as Hunter had once told him on one of his first days, “that shit all has to go somewhere.”
He punched it with all the force he had, then in a swift move he backed up and kicked it. The thing rattled on it’s rusted hanger, and he had to step forward and steady it. He took the time to rest, take a breath, think.
His eyes were shut and his music loud, so he still hadn’t seen her, but she was on his mind. He kept thinking about her undercover at Hydra, and the image of her cold, guarded face. He might not know her well now, but that in and of itself told him that she changed even more than she had before. HE wondered if she saw the same thing in him.Â
He got off the bag and rubbed his face, waking himself up and taking out his earbuds. When he did, he heard the all too familiar smack of a fist sandbag material and he spun around, expecting Hunter or Skye or someone. He felt his heart do a hundred different things instead, because there was Jemma Simmons.Â
“Jemma! S-s-sorry I didn’t see you there,” he said, reaching for a towel to wipe off some of the sweat.Â
You’re Different Now || FitzSimmons
bioxchemist
Fitz woke up at 6:30 in the morning every day. He started his day day running around the neighbourhood. It made him feel like a normal guy, just having a job around his house. The next segment was in the Playground beating the shit out of a punching bag. After that was combat training with either Skye, May, or Mack. It was usually Hunter these days, though, and today it was.
Hunter lay on the ground in a headlock, Fitz breathing hard while he was hardly breathing. Fitz let him go and Hunter rolled on the mat, coughing his lungs out. “Sorry, think I held you for too long that time,” he said sheepishly.
“You think?” Hunter snapped. He chuckled. “Damn, kid. You’re getting good.”
Fitz smiled. “I’ve been practicing.”
“I know. Ever since Jem-”
“Come on, another round?” Fitz interrupted, hopping up and holding out a hand for Hunter to get up. Hunter shook his head.
“You can’t ignore it forever, you know,” he said as he got up. He had done the same with Bobbi a couple times, and the she-devil always came back.
“Well, I have some time before forever is up,” Fitz said stubbornly. He threw the first punch.
The two had a couple more rounds before Skye walked in. “Hey, boys,” she said, leaning on a nearby post. “Having fun?”
“I kicked his ass,” Fitz said with a big smile as he got up off the mat where the two had been laying down resting.
“I kicked his too,” Hunter said, defending his honour. “Twice.”
“I got you four times, so,” Fitz countered.
“You’re both amazing,” Skye said sarcastically, “and Coulson wants you in for debriefing. Undercovers got back with Hydra info.”
Fitz took his hoodie off the hook and threw it over his bare chest, but he didn’t bother zipping it. It was too hot. Hunter followed him, pulling a t-shirt over his head and they headed to the debrief room. “Did you know we had undercovers in the field?” Hunter asked. Fitz shook his head. “How can we be debriefed about something we were never briefed on.”
“To hell if I know,” Fitz said with a smile, taking a swig of water. “That Coulson is getting bloody... Ah, crap. Bloody...”
“Secretive?” Hunter finished for him.
“Exactly, that one,” Fitz agreed.
When Jemma left, he had completely stopped trying. He didn’t speak to anyone, didn’t try to understand any knew projects, and hardly left his bunk. Two weeks after she left May came in his room and basically threw him in bed. He would never forget what she said or the face she wore when she said it.
“Listen to me, Leopold Fitz,” she had said. “I’m not your S.O. and you know me well enough to know that I’m not your friend, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to sit back and watch you waste yourself. In this business, you lose people. That’s what happens. Jemma left for whatever, tough love. Thing is, you’ve now got a choice if you’re gonna leave us too or if you’re gonna become the best you can.”
“I can’t even speak,” he had replied, defeated. “My brain is broken. How am I supposed to be a bloody Scientist?”
“Then find another way to be useful.”
The next day he had got off his ass, and now he was great at ops and Hunter was his honorary, that to say unofficial, S.O. He still helped Mack with engineering every now and again, but it was usually just spoken about when they were in combat training.
Hunter and Fitz walked into the debrief room laughing together at a memory of the first time Fitz tried to throw a punch, when the both of them froze.
“Well, I’ll be,” Hunter said. Fitz was just stunned, staring at a familiar girl with shorter hair than he remembered. “Turns you forever ain’t as long.”
Fitz couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Please for the love of God tell me you did not just quote Iggy Azalea,” he whispered back to his S.O.
“Send the love of God my formal apology,” Hunter replied.
Fitz laughed, but he felt a pair of eyes on him. He ignored it as best he could and showed indifference like he’d been taught, but that was hard to do. She was different now and so was he, it was just up to them to decide what to do with it.
Hunter and Fitz took two seats in the back and listened closely to what Coulson said about the mission Bobbi, who was the ex Hunter affectionately called a she-devil of a demon’s spawn, and Jemma had been on.  After the debrief was over, Hunter when forward and talked to Bobbi while Fitz snuck out to the kitchen and went to make himself some coffee or something of the like. Most people stayed behind and congratulated Jemma, but somehow he couldn’t stomach it.
He ended up with a protein shake and back in the training room, using his emotions to his gain. That was the one thing May taught him, and right now it felt damn useful as he punched the hell out of a sand bag. He had music in his ears, and he didn’t even hear as the door opened.
Jemma didn’t respond to his words, instead responding to his body. She returned his kiss feverishly, wrapping an arm around his neck, and threading the other hand through the hem of his pants, pulling their bodies closer
Her lips and her touch were perfection to him. His body reached with hers, his hands moving to roam her back and make her shiver to the touch. Maybe make her feel as alive as he did. Their kisses were always perfect.Â
Jemma nodded “I mean that yes.” She took a step towards Fitz as he finally shut the door, pulling him closer by his tie “And I need you now” She wasn’t drunk, she wasn’t high, or under the influence of anything other than her thoughts. She wanted him worse than ever before.
She pulled him closer by his tie and at first he didn’t know how to react. He liked it, but he didn’t know what to do. This was unusual for Jemma, and he didn’t think he had ever been in this situation. Despite that, his hands went to her hips and he pulled her close. “Now it is,” he said, his voice a little bit deeper than usual. He leaned down and kissed her.Â
AU where everyone is Sam Smith. That’s all.
She glanced at the open space behind Fitz and stood “Shut the door—- please”  She tagged the please on the end, knowing fully well how demanding she was being at that point in time. “I need you Fitz” She muttered, biting her lip slighty and hoping he got what she was trying to say.
Fitz’s eyes were glued on her, and he fumbled with the door, finally getting it shut. “You mean...” his voice trailed off. His eyes floated down to her lips, the one between her teeth being the one that caught his attention. He looked back up to her eyes. “You need me.”
Jemma quickly discarded her phone and sat on the edge of her bed “Yes I’m fine—- Come in, and hurry up”  God just the sound of his voice was driving her insane
Fitz frowned. “Jemma, what is all this hurry up business? Do you need something?” he asked. He didn’t mind visiting her of course, but was he walking extra slow or something? He left the door open behind him.Â
[Text: Fitz] No… just
[Text: Fitz] Hurry up.
Fitz frowned and threw his phone in his pocket. He didn’t know what was up with her, but chances are she just had an idea for some science thing and needed some help or someone to write it down. He closed down the holotable and wandered quickly from the labs to her room, knocking his usual knock.
“Jemma? You alright?”
