Fitz looked over at Jemma as the car came to a stop in front of their building. He thought of it as “theirs”, as their domain where they ruled together with an iron fist. It hadn’t been easy getting to the top by such a young age but they’d managed through his intellect and cunning—and a little help from Ophelia.
Now he had everything he wanted.
“Let me give you a hand out,” he said to her, smiling.
The driver opened his door and he stepped out, straightening the wrinkles from his expensive suit before he offered his hand to the love of his life.
She was the only person he trusted not to stab him in the back. Even Ophelia was a peculiar sort. He trusted her with a good number of things but not his life—only Jemma could be trusted with that. His father certainly couldn’t. Though he knew his dad had made him the man he was, he’d nearly killed him in the process more than once. Sometimes he wondered if it had been worth it.
Tucking Jemma’s hand into the crook of his arm, he walked inside, deep down enjoying the fearful looks he got from his people as he passed by on his way to his office.
His secretary, Gretchen, was just getting back with the tea tray when they arrived at the door to his office. He gave her a chastising look and she immediately apologized.
“It’s alright,” he said magnanimously, placing his hand on the biometric scanner by the door and then looking into the retinal scanner. He’d learned not to be too careful when it came to his personal files and work—his safety. His paranoia was rather legendary among certain circles. It was often spoken of admiringly.
Gesturing for the women to go in first, he followed them into his office and sat behind his desk, watching as Gretchen poured the tea. When she was finished, he nodded to release her, a tiny smile coming to his lips as she skittered away. She was new, she’d get used to him.
Taking his teacup, he waved a poison detection scanner over it because you couldn’t be too careful when you were the head of Hydra. He did the same for his love’s tea. Then he waved a bug detector over the entire tray.
“All clear,” he said cheerfully when there was nothing awry. He picked up his tea and, leaning back in his chair, took a sip.
“So, what were you goin’ to experiment with today, my love? Another Inhuman to extract powers from pre-terrigenesis?” he questioned as he set his cup back on its saucer.
