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upat4amwiththemoon · 1 year

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Art and science

Summary: The biochemist and the painter.

Pairing: Jemma Simmons x female!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1183

a/n: Shame on me for not writing any Jemma fics sooner

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

“Oh, dear.” Jemma glances at the clock hanging on the secret base’s kitchen wall. She’s packing sandwiches and water bottles into a lunch bag. Her arms are moving faster than Daisy and Leo have ever seen.

“Why is she in such a hurry?” Daisy mumbles as she and Leo stare at her from the other side of the room.

Shrugging, Leo glances at the clock. It’s five minutes over 3 pm. “She’s always going somewhere during this time. Don’t know where though.”

“Should we follow her?”

“No.” Leo scrunches his brows together, turning to look at Daisy. “She’d be mad at us.”

“Come on. It’s not like we have anything better to do.”

Leo glances at Jemma, who closes her bag and starts walking out of the base. He knows Daisy will follow her either way and he is very curious to see where the biochemist is off to every single day. “Fine.” He turns back to Daisy, but she is already out the door. “Hey, wait for me!”

Jemma is half running towards a small park. She’s holding onto her bag tightly, not wanting to shake it too much so the sandwiches would stay together. Her breathing is starting to pick up from the fast pace and panic of time going too fast. She doesn’t want to be late.

She lets out a breath of relief when she notices the painter sitting on a small bench with a canvas on an easel in front of her. Jemma smiles at the sight. She stops slightly further away, taking in the painting. It’s not ready yet, but it’s clearly a small hut in the middle of a field of flowers.

The painter dips her paintbrush to red before gently pressing the tip of it to the canvas, painting small flowers.

Taking a deep breath in and out, Jemma walks over to her. “Hey, Y/N.” She smiles, sitting next to her and setting the bag down to the ground. “I’m sorry for being late. I lost track of time.”

“Jemma, you don’t need to show up here every day.” Y/N giggles quietly, glancing at her before turning back to the painting.

“Then who would bring you lunch, hm?” Jemma takes the lunch bag out, showing the sandwiches to Y/N.

Putting the brush down, Y/N gives her full attention to Jemma. “Whatever would I do without you.” She takes one of the sandwiches and bites into it, closing her eyes as she hums. “So good.”

Jemma laughs, starting to eat her own sandwich. As they eat and talk together, Daisy and Leo are spying on them from a bench further away. “Is that her friend or friend.” Daisy mumbles mostly to herself. She’s squinting her eyes to see better.

“What- What’s the difference?” Leopold frowns.

Daisy rolls her eyes. “Are they just friends or dating? Or maybe friends with benefits, Jemma is full of surprises.”

Choking on his spit, Leo starts coughing. Daisy shushes him immediately, not wanting to give up their position. “Shut up!” She whisper yells.

“I’m choking!” He whisper yells back, patting his own back.

“Choke quieter then.” After getting air to his lungs properly again, he stares at her with wide eyes. “Lets go talk to them.” Daisy stands up and starts walking towards them.

“But you just said…” With a groan, Leo decides to stay quiet and follow her.

“Do you like it?” Y/N nods towards the painting. “Don’t judge it too harshly, it’s not ready yet.” She lets out an airy laugh, nervous what Jemma thinks. She really cares about her opinion.

However, before Jemma can answer, Daisy walks up to them. “I think it’s great!” She smiles widely.

Jemma’s eyes widen. “Oh no.” She whispers.

“I’m Daisy, Jemma’s friend.” Daisy shakes Y/N’s hand.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” She smiles, glancing at Jemma quickly, not entirely sure what’s going on. “You are also with Shield?”

“Yes! This is Fitz.” Daisy points at Leo. “Well, it’s Leopold, but everyone calls him Fitz.” He gives her a small wave and smile, fully preferring to be anywhere else than here right now.

“Oh!” Y/N turns to look at Jemma. “You two are FitzSimmons.”

“Yes.” Jemma laughs quite awkwardly. She really didn’t think she’d have to introduce Y/N to her friends just yet. “Uhm, what are you doing here?” She turns to look at the pair.

“Oh, you know.” Daisy waves her hand around. “We were just walking around and noticed you and your friend here, and decided to come say hi.”

Jemma blushes at the way Daisy says the word friend, clearly getting the innuendo behind it. “Right. Well, isn’t that nice.” She gives them a tight lipped smile. “Thanks for stopping by.”

Daisy raises her brows, grinning at the way Jemma is being. She definitely knows now which kind of friend Y/N is. “Why don’t you come to the base with us?” She looks at Y/N, completely ignoring Jemma mouthing What are you doing? to her.

Y/N glances at her painting supplies. “I think I have a bit too much stuff for that.” She laughs.

“Right.” Daisy nods. “Tomorrow?”

Biting her lip, Y/N turns to Jemma. She wouldn’t mind meeting her friends, but if Jemma isn’t comfortable with that, she doesn’t want to do it. “Sure, of course.” Jemma smiles, nodding a bit too long. “That’d be great.”

“Awesome!” Daisy grins, showing her teeth. “We will see you tomorrow then. Have fun you too, use protection!” She grabs Leo’s hand and starts pulling him away before Jemma can scold them.

“Oh my god.” She presses her eyes closed, fully turning red while Y/N giggles quietly. “I am so sorry. I honestly had no idea they’d find us here.”

“It’s okay, Jemma.” Y/N sets her hand on Jemma’s arm. “Your friends are cool.” She shrugs, picking up the paintbrush again. Her nerves are starting to grow again. “I really don’t need to come if you don’t want me to.”

“Oh no, no, no. I do want you to.” Jemma reassures. “I just wasn’t sure if we were at that point yet. This is all very new still.” She sighs, grabbing the brush from Y/N’s hand and putting it to the side before taking hold of both her hands. “But I am very serious about this and I want you to meet my family.”

Y/N smiles. “You’ll pick me up tomorrow then?”

“I will. At three o’clock?”

“Yes.”

“It’s settled then.” Jemma pecks her lips and lets her get back to her painting.

“I want to see your lab then.” Y/N comments as she cleans up her brush to switch colors. “You’ve talked about it so much.”

“Oh definitely. You’ll love it.” Jemma’s smile is wide as she starts talking about the lab. Although, Y/N doesn’t understand a lot about science, she loves to hear Jemma talk about it so passionately. Just like Jemma loves to listen to Y/N ramble about art.

They might be different from each other, but they truly fit together perfectly.

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chiefdirector · 2 years

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DEAD ON YOUR FEET | Leo Fitz | Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D | Whumptober 2022

Day Four: Waking up disoriented ( i realise this was posted early )

Everything hurt.

That was the first thing that she noticed when she woke up. Everything fibre and molecule of her body hurt. But that was a good sign, mostly, as it meant that she wasn’t so injured that she had lost a limb or somehow paralysed in the pocket of time she had lost.

The room gently spun as she moved her head to the side so she could see the room.

Seemingly seconds had passed since she ordered a pie to share with Fitz to waking up alone. The room was large with all of its surfaces made of metal. She supposed most of it was steel, copper and iron but some of it looked like it hadn’t come from Earth at all.

The purple hue the metal held captivated her attention. She hadn't seen anything like that in all of her years in S.H.I.E.L.D but she knew that foreign objects weren't her specialty. Daring to stand up, Y/N balanced herself to avoid falling down again and moved alongside the walls, keeping her hand trailing on the surface as she explored the room.

It was filled with tubes and containers connected to control panels. It was almost the spitting image of the lab that her and Fitzsimmons shared so many nights in.

Fitz.

He hadn't even crossed her mind. Chalking the lapse on the nausea she still felt, she set out to look for him. She kept her hand on the wall as she moved towards what could only be a archway leading towards another darkened room.

"Leo?" She spoke, trying to be as loud as possible without alerting her position to anyone else. "Leo? Are you her-?"

She recoiled back as a hand clamped over her mouth. She struggled to breathe. Moving quickly, she rammed her elbow into her restrainer. Turning, she reached for her gun holster to find it empty.

"What the Hell!?" A familiar voice said. Daisy.

"Shit- I'm so sorry, I didn't hurt you too much did it?"

Daisy chuckled, wiping dust from her arms as she led the two of them through the archway and towards a more brightly lit room. "I'll live. I'm glad we found you. Jemma was freaking out when you and Fitz weren't with us. Speaking off..."

Y/N just shook her head at the silent question. Fitz wasn't with them. He wasn't with anyone.

"Oh."

"He'll be fine though." She said, more to herself than Daisy. "He had to be."

Masterlist | Whumptober 2022 Masterlist | Buy me a coffee?

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zephyrmonkey · 1 year

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Family Problems

Summary: When the reader has problems with her sister, Fitz is there to lend a shoulder to lean on.

Pairings: Leo Fitz x reader

Warnings: turbulent relationship with a sibling, Fitz being a caring boyfriend

Word Count: 823 words

“No! Sis! That’s not what I was saying!”

As Fitz walks down the hall, he hears his girlfriend's voice, (y/n), coming out of a storage room. Opening the door, her back is facing him, and her hand is holding her phone up to her ear.

With a sigh, (y/n) continues to talk to the other person on the phone, ignoring Fitz's presence. “Sis, if you would listen to me for a second. I could explain what I me-.” (y/n) pulls the phone from her ear to look at it. “She hung up on me. I can’t believe she hung up on me!”

Turning around to leave, she faces her boyfriend looking at her with a curious look on his face.

“What’s wrong?" Fitz asks.

“My sister.” (y/n) groans. “She’s blowing everything way out of proportion!”

Fitz sighs as he walks toward his girlfriend and brings her into a hug. Hearing her soft cries, he holds her closer while bringing a hand to her head and slowly running it through her hair.

“You told her how you felt?” He asks. Recalling their conversation a few hours before.

“Yeah.” (y/n) sniffles with her on Fitz’s chest. “I told her she hurt my feelings not asking me before she got rid of the cookies. We made them together, and we had so many left over that I assumed she would contact me before she got rid of them.”

“Is this really about the cookies?” Fitz asks, knowing she wouldn’t complain about something as trivial as cookies.

“No,” (y/n) sighs. “For as long as I can remember, she only looks out for herself. When she became part of the popular group in high school, she completely shut me out. She’s never really apologized for anything she did wrong and usually puts the blame on me.”

“That doesn’t sound like the healthiest relationship, love.”

“I know, but I’ve never really told her how I felt. You know I hate confrontation, and after all these years of her not considering my feelings, I finally told her that she hurt me. And when I did, she told me she didn’t like the words I used and that it hurt her feelings,”

(y/n) pulls away from Fitz to start pacing in front of him.

“She said she didn’t like that I used the word ‘disappointed’! Can you believe that! The word ‘disappointed’ hurt her because it made her feel that I was saying I was disappointed in her. When I clearly said I was feeling disappointed in the situation. I used the word to convey my feelings to her, and when I did, she turned it on her! Like I’m not allowed to feel hurt, and if I do, I won’t get an apology because something that happened was probably my fault!”

Fitz steps in front of his girlfriend to stop her pacing.

“(y/n). You need to realize all of this is on her. None of this is your fault. You love her?”

“Yes, of course. She’s my sister.”

“Then love her, and maybe one day she’ll realize the harm she’s done and apologize. Until then, show her how to be a good sister.”

Fitz brings her in for a hug and kisses the side of her head as she wraps her arms around his waist.

“How did I get such an amazing man like you to be my boyfriend?”

“All you do is be the wonderful, caring, and selfless person you are.” (y/n) sighs as she lets her thoughts take over again.

“What if she never realizes and never apologizes? What if she just continues to act like this for the rest of her life?”

Fitz puts his hands on her shoulders and looks her in the eye.

“Then that is on her. You have a lot of people here who love you, and when you talk to her, know that you have to take everything she says with a grain of salt.”

He moves his hands from her shoulders to her cheeks.

“She’s your family. I get that. But know that everything isn’t on you. You don’t have to make everyone happy all the time. You are allowed to have feelings too.”

(y/n) nods as she leans forward to wrap herself around Fitz.

“If you need to remember anything, remember that I love you, and I am on your side.”

“Thanks, Fitz.” Her voice is slightly muffled as her face is buried in Fitz’s chest.

A slight smile appears on Fitz’s face as he kisses her temple.

“Dinner’s ready. That’s why I came to get you. You want to eat with the team, or we can go to the roof and eat by ourselves, or option three, the one I least advise, go to your room and eat by yourself?”

“The team.” (y/n) mumbles. “But I don’t want to leave your side.”

Fitz pulls away and puts his arm around her as he leads her to the door. “Deal.”

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stan-fixations · 2 years

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AGENTS OF S.H.I.E.L.D

♡LEOPOLD FITZ♡

~DATING HIM WOULD BE LIKE~

Inspired by the song:

Dancing in the Kitchen by Zachary Knowles

Gif credits to: @deckerschloe thank you!!♡

He calls you darling

Gets shy when you call him a cinna bun in front of the others

Date nights every Friday

When he realizes he doesn't know much about your hobbies and interests he stays up for nights researching everything just to be closer to you

Pretends not to notice when you take "secret" pics of him while he's working

He thinks it's cute that you try so hard to understand all his engineering science stuff

You always have coordinating Halloween outfits

You always have to drag him out of the lab to sleep and eat

The entire team ships you guys SO HARD

He always gets worried when you're sent on a mission and he's at HQ

He once secretly recorded you laughing when he was tickling you so now when he misses you he listens to the recording of your laugh

Stealing glances at each other

Everyone hates thirdwheeling with you guys because you're so invested in each other

Wednesday night is movie night

You thought it'd be fun to take him to a monkey sanctuary for his bday but when it was time to leave he started crying (he'll never admit to this) so you had to bribe him by promising him a *special night* ;)

He gets shy when you tease him by saying he loves Mack and Hunter more than you

Random fun facts throughout the day

Daisy's always accusing you of stealing her best friend

His favorite thing about you is the fact that you exist

Likes to leave little love notes around the house for you to find

You're that couple that does all those little cliche couple things but in the cutest way possible

Everyone else turns to you two for love advice

Arguments never last long cause you both end up crying and apologizing

He made a giant safe closet to lock his cardigans in cause you're always stealing them

Lots of cuddles and giggles

Waking up to kisses

Somehow he manages to convince you that the earth is flat and then convinces you that the earth is round again

He proposed to you on a beach during sunset

Honeymoon in Scotland because he promised he'd take you one day

Literally you guys live that happily ever after fairytale life that everyone dreams of

Original work - do not use without permission

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samdeancass · 2 years

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Leopold Fitz Masterlist

Different Side (coming soon)

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wish-i-was-fictional-imagines · 4 years

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Make Your Move

Requests Are Open

Fitz x Reader

Summery: After your brother, Ward, gave Fitz some encouragement to confess his feelings for you, the scientist has come up with a plan on how to make the moment memorable.

A/N: Casually wrote a part two in record time thanks to the encouragement @hannahneedstocalmdown left on part one.

[Pt 1] [Pt 2]

You dodged another punch from your brother by ducking under his arm, getting in a couple good jabs to his side as you did. Unfortunately, it didn’t take him long to regroup and do a complicated move that had you pinned before you could even think about countering. After making sure there was no way for you to break the hold, Grant hauled himself up and pulled you up with him.

“That was good. Just have to keep working on your reaction times.” Grant barely sounded winded. “We can work on it tomorrow. I’m calling it a night.”

“Really?” You questioned, taking big gulps of breath yourself. Sometimes it irked you how rarely training seemed to effect him.

“Really. You’ve been working hard and we don’t get much time off from missions. I think you’ve earned some rest time. Besides, Fitz said something about waiting up for you.”

You launched yourself at your brother, wrapping him in a sweaty hug and babbling out a thank you before turning and taking the stairs two at a time. The only thing you could think about while training was finishing so that you could spend some more time with Fitz. You just hoped Grant was right and Fitz had waited up. When you rounded the corner to the living area of the Bus you heart dipped. The chess board was still set up, but Fitz was nowhere to be seen. He hadn’t waited up for you. You would have been lying if you said you weren’t disappointed, but there was no sense in stewing over it. Frankly, you were sweaty and hungry and just wanted to wash up.

Twenty minutes later, you were feeling clean and cozy and starving. You pulled on one of Grant’s old Academy hoodies and padded out to the kitchen, reminiscing about a gelato shop you had been to in Italy, only to stop short when you caught sight of a certain scientist sitting in front of the chess board.

“I thought you had gone to bed.” You hoped the grin that was growing on your face didn’t betray how pleased you were to see he had, in fact, waited up.

“I was waiting for you so we could play that next match.” He explained while fidgeting with the cuffs of his sweater. “I have a feeling I’m going to like how the match goes this time.”

“Oh yeah? Well you’re on.” You said while quickly rummaging around the kitchen for some pretzels. “What’s your bet?”

“I was thinking of playing for something other than sweets this time. Loser has to tell the winner something they’ve never told anyone before.” He had thought it over a lot and had decided this was the best way to tell you. If he lost, he wouldn’t be able to chicken out. He hadn’t quite thought about what would happen if you lost, but given the outcome of the last few matches, he was confident in his ability to lose to you.

You thought on the proposition for long enough to fill a bowl with pretzels, walk slowly to the living area, and settle down on one side of the board, which was sitting on a small tray the two of you had put between your spots on the couch.

“Alright, I’m game. White moves first.”

Fitz nodded and moved his first piece before looking to you with a glint of defiance. The match went by slowly, both of you taking your time to analyze the board before moving your pieces. Some banter was traded and at one point Fitz got up to fill the now-empty pretzel bowl with popcorn. Both of you could tell that the game was drawing to a close and Fitz began to fidget more than usual with anything in his reach. The current victim and pawn that you had sacrificed early on.

“Worried you’re going to lose and have to spill a deep, dark secret?” You taunted him playfully, throwing a couple pieces of popcorn at him.

“Why would I be worried? I’m the one who suggested this.” Fitz scoffed unconvincingly, “Besides, I believe I’m the one winning right now, so you’re the one who should be worried about spilling a secret.”

“I guess you have me there.” You said while moving a bishop.

“That I do.” The comment held an understanding and sense of finality that said neither of you would talk until the game was over. Both of you were far too invested to make conversation now.

Thirty minutes and a couple moves later, both of you were staring at the board, you smugly and Fitz disbelievingly.

“Stalemate.” He muttered, looking like he was going back over everything that had happened over the past two and a half hours.

“That it is. So since neither of us won, I guess we both technically lost too. Meaning we both tell a secret.” You explained while scooping up the pieces and putting them away with a clink every time one landed in the box.

“Okay, um... right. I suppose-I mean I should... go first.” Fitz shifted around nervously, crossing and uncrossing his arms, finally landing on picking at his sweater again. “I like you, (Y/N). Have from the moment you stepped foot on the Bus. I-well-I never thought that I could meet somebody as gorgeous and clever as you. Much less someone as kind.”

With one last clink of the chess pieces, you put the tray away and beamed up at Fitz, a giant grin on your face. “Guess it’s my turn. I like you, Leo. Have since I saw you tinkering with the night night gun my first day onboard. Meeting you was one of the best things that has happened to me since joining S.H.I.E.L.D..”

Ward had told Fitz that his feelings for you were requited, but hearing it from your lips was something entirely different. He shifted closer to you now that the board was out of the way, one thing on his mind, but stopped short when you looked up at him guiltily.

“I have to admit something else, though.”

“Okay.” Fitz could feel himself beginning to hold his breath in preparation for whatever you were going to say.

“I threw the match so that I would get a chance to tell you how I felt.” You glanced up to see Fitz’s mouth quirk up in a smile at the same time he let out a breath. He had been expecting something far worse, like you admitting you had ties to Hydra or something.

“I think I can live with that. Could I...?” He trailed off, leaving the unvoiced question linger in the air, but you didn’t need him to put it into words to know what he was asking. You nodded and began leaning towards Fitz, your head cocked to the side. Only five inches away. Three. One.

“Well it took you two long enough. But you’ll have to save it for later. We have a mission.” The two of you sprang apart at hearing Coulson’s voice, both of your faces growing increasingly red when you realized that he had walked in on what was about to be your first kiss.

Coulson was standing in front of the main display screen with May, Jemma, Skye, and Ward trickling in behind him. You shifted uncomfortably as each person gave you and Fitz looks of approval, feeling like a beetled pinned behind glass. Their little procession ended with your brother nodding at Fitz, some silent understanding passing between them.

“The Hub wants us in Nevada for a possible 0-8-4.” Coulson began to explain.

As you and Fitz tried to pay attention to your boss, you felt a weight settled on your hand as Fitz entwined your fingers together. Both of your minds were racing with everything that had just happened. Fitz had made his moves and you had made yours. You may have both lost in a stalemate, but who cared about a lost game of chess when it lead to holding the hand of the person you had been dreaming of from the moment you laid eyes on them?

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eurusholmmes · 5 years

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Love Me Anyway | L.F.

Ignore the fact that this is a FitzSimmons gif, I love how soft he is in this episode. I’m so sad this show is ending. Also, for the purposes of this fic, Natasha is alive! yay!

Prompt: I’m not sure if this is where you request but I was wondering if you could write a Leo Fitz x reader where they go to Scotland to meet his mother and maybe she asks about children but the reader can’t have any due to growing up in the Red Room? If not, that’s okay!

feedback is the reason i keep writing

Never once in your life had you thought someone would fall in love with you. Or that you would fall in love with that some. You: Trained by the Red Room, a cold blooded murderer with the deaths of innocents all over your hands. They had drilled that into your memory from the earliest that you could remember. Love is a weakness. Attachments are weaknesses, and they will be your doom.

If your doom was to come in the form of a man named Leopold Fitz, you would welcome death with open arms.

He was wary of you at first, as he should’ve been. Simmons had died under his care and it had taken him years to learn how to trust people after the AOS had disbanded, but you’d caught his eye almost as soon as he’d gotten back to London on his layover back to Scotland. Back home.

Dressed in a floral print jumper with white sandals to match, you tightly gripped the handle of your suitcase and took off without a hitch towards your departure gate. You were supposed to be on a mission. A mission with a target and someone to eliminate -

And all traces of a coherent thought went out the window when you crashed into him and landed, rather hard, on your side. Under different circumstances you would’ve considered yourself embarrassed for being so oblivious to your surroundings, and then you met his apologetic gaze and everything came back into focus.

“My apologies, sir. I really must watch where I’m going.”

“Not a problem at all, Miss.’’ He extended his hand as a means of assisting you in standing up, and you would’ve been a fool not to take it. He was so warm. Warm and alive and standing close enough that you could feel the slight tremor that plagued the fingers laced through your own. “It’s a nice view from where I stand.”

He’d said his name was Leopold Fitz, and he’d disappeared for another three years without a word. Your S.O. was enraged that you’d let your guard down enough to let a former SHIELD operative escape, but that didn’t deter you from your new mission: Escaping the Red Room and the past you were desperate to leave behind.

Natasha Romanoff was a blessing in disguise. She housed you and constructed a new identity. She gave you another chance at life, and you couldn’t thank her enough. Nat simply smiled and told you to pursue whatever you felt made you happiest.

That was how you found yourself chasing the footprints of one Leopold Fitz, ex-SHIELD agent, and ghost. He was hard to find.

Your paths eventually crossed in a tiny cafe during a storm in London. You caught sight of him first - soaking wet and panting - as he ducked into the cafe you’d been occupying to finish your conversation with Natasha about your excursion to find him.

“Y/N?”

You smiled softly and tapped the table. “Leopold Fitz,” You greeted. He stepped through the crowd and shook the water from his coat before taking a seat across from you. Three years had done wonders to his physique, and his eyes.. They lacked the same light you’d seen in that airport. “You’re a hard man to find.”

“It’s a good thing I’ve been found then, isn’t it?”

Science didn’t interest you. Nothing of the sort did. But somehow you found yourself totally enamored just by the sound of his voice, and that was how you managed to stand two and a half hours worth of conversation with a Scottish man that involved mostly science jargon you didn’t understand. It wasn’t until he began whispering about his past with SHIELD and the love he’d lost that you really began listening.

“She was my world, and I lost her. That’s when I left SHIELD. We pretty much disbanded after that.”

You casually sipped at your coffee as you took in the impact of his story. Whatever had happened to him during his time as a SHIELD agent had clearly impacted him in a much deeper way then he let on.

“I’m glad I found you.” You replied. Fitz froze as your fingertips just barely grazed over his own - the ghost of a touch - before you both lifted your gaze to meet the others. “I think you’ll find my story equally as interesting as yours.”

You fell for him, and you fell for him hard. Hard enough to find yourself constantly worrying about what life would be like without him. Without his little quirks and the things he did that drove you absolutely wild, but you wouldn’t have traded him for anything.

He had simply grabbed your hand and whispered, “Run.” You didn’t know better. Didn’t know the effects of falling in love, only what had been told to you in the Red Room.

So you recklessly followed him without a second thought.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this. Will she like me? Will she like the fact that I’m with you?”

Let me remark before we go any further. It’s been a year since you met Leopold in that cafe. Fitz had somehow managed to coax you into traveling with him for his trip back to Scotland to meet his mother, and you’d succumbed without a second thought.

“I don’t see why not. She met-” He stops in the midst of nearly saying her name, and your heart aches because it’s been years but you know he’ll always save a part of his heart for Jemma Simmons. “And loved her. If she sees how I feel about you, she’ll come to love you as I do.”

Love. You never thought you’d hear him say it aloud, much less know he felt that for you. That someone out there in this great big world loved a killer like you.

“Thank you.” You took his hand in your own and kissed the bridge of his knuckles. “Thank you for seeing past the Red Room and the missions and the murders-” Part of you thought he’d stop you from continuing right there, but Fitz made no move to silence you. Your eyes flickered out the plane window as you kept talking. “Past all the bad and right to the good. That’s why I love you too. Your humanity, your compassion, it’s the best part of you.”

He wiggled his eyebrows in reply. “And?”

“The curls and bright eyes are equally the best parts of you too, Stud.”

The hills of Scotland are vast and sloped, and it’s hard not to appreciate the splendor of the country as Fitz never stops talking while leading you through it. Sunlight bears down on the both of you as your car rolls to a stop in front of his family home, and he looks so ethereal bathed in the rays of the sun that you have to stop and take a minute to stare.

“You’re staring.”

“You’re so stupidly gorgeous it makes my eyes hurt.”

The smile you’re rewarded with is worth it.

His mother is all hugs and laughter as she led the two of you deeper into Fitz’s childhood home. There are photos plastered on the walls and the air smells of dinner - some Scottish cuisine you couldn’t pronounce - and the sight of it made something stir deep in your chest because it wasn’t a feeling you’d experienced before.

The three of you had only just sat down to dinner for ten minutes when she asked the question. It was innocent enough given the length of your relationship, but you’d had no intentions of speaking about kids at this dinner. You simply wanted Mrs. Fitz to like you for who you were.

“So are there any grandchildren for myself in the future? It does get rather lonely here without anyone, and I do so miss the company-”

Fitz didn’t have enough time to stop you before your instincts kicked in and went for the nearest weapon. Your wrist flicked outward and sent the fork in your hand flying through the air only to impale itself into the photo on the wall. Your heart pounded heavily in your ears as the pair of them watched you warily - almost with a touch of pity - before you took off through the front door.

You’d unloaded your gun before entering the house, but the feel of the weapon in your hands eased your nerves as you stood in the clearing and repeated the motion of unloading and reloading the chamber. Fighting was in your blood. War was built into your DNA. That was why they’d taken the time to sterilize you in the Red Room as a way of congratulating you for passing the rigorous mental and physical exams you’d endured.

“Hey-” You couldn’t hear him through the tears that blurred your eyes or the click of your gun, but you felt the weight of his arms looped around your waist and the gentle push that brought your back to his front. “Y/N-”

The urge to tremble violently sank deep into your bones, and Fitz caught you in his embrace before your knees could give out beneath you. You wound your fingers through the fabric of his shirt and wept so heavily that you felt the hollow ache in your chest.

“I-I can’t-” You attempted to speak despite the flood of emotion pouring through you and lifted your eyes to meet his. “Failure- Can’t give you what you want-”

“You think I need kids to be happy with you? I know what they did to you in the Red Room. I told you that SHIELD had databases about what happened there and had several incursions with operatives that hadn’t left the organization when it shut down in the 90′s.” Fitz cupped your face in his hand and smiled when you leaned into the warmth that radiated from his palm. “You are the reason why I keep getting up in the morning.”

“Fitz-”

“You are the reason why I learned how to smile again, to laugh again when everything has been taken from me. I don’t need kids to be happy. I don’t need kids to learn what living is,” He gripped your face just a little bit tighter in his hands. “Because I feel the most alive right here with you. I wouldn’t trade our chance for anything else.”

For one shining moment, there was no one else in the world. There was no lost love and no past of regrets and wars and blood. It was just a girl and a boy. A girl and a boy who fell in love under difficult circumstances and came together when everything should’ve driven them apart.

Despite your past, I’ll love you anyway.

Despite your demons and the fears that keep you up at night, I’ll love you anyway.

Despite your inner darkness, I’ll love you anyway.

You smiled and tapped the edge of his nose despite the ache in your chest. Time had healed him. Maybe it would heal you too.

“Well then, we better get started.”

Mrs. Fitz gazed at her son as he chased the love of his life throughout the meadow in front of their family home. She’d only ever wished happiness for her only son, and even though she’d thought he’d obtained it with Jemma Simmons, she could see it clear as day through the smile that overtook his expression.

The camera shuddered as she clicked the button and produced the polaroid photo in a matter of moments.

They talk about it decades later from where it hangs on the wall. Mr and Mrs. Fitz are a sight to behold.

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Title: Chemistry. Pairing: Leopold Fitz x Female!Reader. Words: 2,226. Rating: T.

Normally, you would never handle chemicals of any sort. Why? Because you were physicist. You didn’t deal with liquids that could eat through anything. No, you dealt with numbers and symbols. So this begs another question. Why are you practicing chemistry? The answer is simple.

Jemma Simmons.

It was supposed to be a simple day. Go through the schematics for a weapon Fitz was inventing, touch up on some imperfections in the design, and then help him write the equations needed to actually make the device work. However, Jemma decided to play with chemicals today. When she asked for your help, you just couldn’t say no.

So, you left the comfort of your work space and followed her to a desk in the lab where she had set up some ingredients along with the equipment.

“Why didn’t you ask Fitz to help you?” You asked as you shrugged on your lab coat and buttoned it up.

“I would have, but the last time he helped me, it was a total catastrophe.” Jemma answered, placing her goggles on, having already put on her coat. With a sigh you placed on your goggles too and slipped on your gloves, thinking it better to not ask what happened.

“What experiment are we conducting today?” You heaved a small sigh. Jemma went on to explain the experiment and procedure along with adding a lengthy lecture about safety.

“… and if you happen to spill any of this on yourself or another, be sure to quickly remove the clothing and go straight to the emergency shower.”

“Got it.” You nodded and Jemma turned towards a glass beaker. She started pouring liquids of all kinds and you watched with fascination as the liquids mixed, changing their colors. Your gawking was cut short as Jemma started barking orders at you to ‘stir this’ or ‘add that’.

The two of you were at it for half an hour now and you were a bit tired of mixing, adding, and transferring these mystery liquids into other containers. However, at one point, Jemma had realized she forgot to get some Dimethyl Sulfoxide and rushed out of the lab to fetch some.

“Whatever you do (Y/N), do not set that tube down, I need it held up. I will be right back!”

“Uhhh…” You watched as she rushed off and sighed to yourself. A few seconds later, Fitz came speeding in, a tablet in his hand and his face basically glued to it. You noticed his hunched form and you were about to greet him. Unfortunately he walked straight into you, causing you to spill the liquid on yourself and by fault, on him.

Fitz stumbled back a step or two and finally looked up. “Wh- (Y/N)?”

“Remove your clothes now!” You shouted at him as you started undress, your lab coat, goggles, and gloves on already on the ground. His face flushed and his gaze was glued to you as he watched you pull your shirt over your head.

“What?!” He choked out, regaining a bit of his composure and averted his eyes away at your almost bare chest.

“I said, remove your clothes now!” You pointed at the liquid on his grey sweater, slowly eating its way through the fabric. He looked down to where you were pointing and yelped. Fitz threw the tablet he had in his hand and started ushering off his sweater and button up shirt.

You were down to your bra and underwear, whilst Fitz was just finishing removing his pants. Clothes and shoes were strewn all over the lab floor when the two of you were done undressing. You grabbed his wrist and pulled him along to the emergency shower. It was a large, transparent, cylindrical chamber with paint covered halfway through for some, albeit small, coverage.

When you reached the showers, you practically shoved Fitz inside, closed the door, and turned a valve. Water sprung to life from the shower head, sending chills down your spine. You grabbed a loofah, along with some body wash, and started rubbing Fitz’s midsection.

Through all of this Fitz was a blushing, clueless, mess. He stood rigid as you scrubbed him down and then moved to do the same to yourself. He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander and take in every curve and dip of your small physique. He also couldn’t help but notice how the water made your skin glisten and how the light illuminated your body in a heavenly glow.

The fabric of your undergarments clung to your skin and you were thankful that this isnt even more awkward than it has to be. At least some modesty remained.

Feeling Fitz’s eyes bore into your skull you look up and catch his gaze. Time seemed to slow and the only thing that mattered was the handsome scottish man standing in front of you. His pupils were blown wide, almost swallowing up the the blue. But you could see the way his eyes were a hue or two darker in contrast to his usual crystal blue orbs. Your eyes briefly raked his lean yet slightly muscular figure, soaking up the delicious way his muscles flexed ever so lightly, before firmly settling on his eyes.

You stared at each other unwaveringly, neither of you daring to look away from the other.

Fitz studied your beautiful, delicate features, watching intently as droplets of water glided off of your long eyelashes. He noticed how your (E/C) orbs glossed over the moment your eyes met. Fitz always adored your eyes, they were enthralling to him, how you could always capture such light and joy within them he never knew.

His hand stretched towards you, brushing away a lock of your (H/C) hair that was stuck on your cheek. He stepped a bit closer and cupped the right side of your face.

To his surprise, you nuzzled into his palm, batting your lashes at him softly. Before he could stop himself, Fitz leaned down and captured your lips in a slow, sensual kiss.

You immediately responded to him, kissing back. His free hand went to your hip and your own pair went to his torso. Moving closer to him, you depended the kiss, pressing yourself into Fitz.

The hand that was on your cheek moved to your neck and glided down your back. His touch set your skin ablaze and the feeling made you shudder in pleasure.

As the kiss was getting a bit more hot and heavy, a yelp caused you two to jump apart.

“Oh my god!” At the entrance of the lab stood Jemma with a bottle of Dimethyl Sulfoxide.

“I left you for ten minutes, (Y/N)!!” Jemma shouted a look of complete shock visibly painted on her face. “Wait… are you two naked?” She asked as she observed the clothes strewn across the floor and blushed,covering her eyes with her hands after setting down the bottle.

“Jemma!” You chided, an embarrassed heat rising to your cheeks.

“God no!” Fitz yelled back at his best friend a similar blush crawling up his neck. He stopped the shower and stepped outside, grabbing two towels that hung on the side of the shower, handing one towel to you and wrapping the other around his waist.

“Is it safe to look now?” Jemma asked sheepishly parting her fingers slightly.

“Yes.” You replied, stepping out of the shower with a towel comfortably settled around your chest. Jemma removed her hands and gave you a stern glare. “What happened?”

You glanced at Fitz who glanced back at you. “Well I was holding the tube like you asked, when Fitz came into the lab and…”

“I rammed into her because I wasn’t looking and she spilled whatever you two were making onto me and herself.” Fitz finished your sentence.

Jemma looked in between the two of you and sighed. “You two are unbelievable.” She groaned shaking her head.

After a lecture and some shouting she dismissed you both to get dressed while she disposed of your wrecked clothes.

On the way to your bunks, you passed Skye and Ward who were playing battleship. Skye saw the both of you and busted out laughing. Ward gave her a weird look and turned to see what she was laughing at.

The sight of you and Fitz, completely wet and with towels covering your bodies had him thoroughly amused. He snorted and turned back to the game.

Already embarrassed enough, you sped to your bunk ready to lock yourself in for eternity.

Skye will never let you live that down.

Just as you were ready to enter, a large, warm hand grasped your small wrist.

You looked back at Fitz and sent him a confused look. He blushed and looked away briefly before looking back.

“Could I… uhm… come over to your bunk later? I think we should talk about…” Fitz wagged a finger from you to him. “Us.”

“Yeah, sure, of course!” You replied giving him a shy smile.

In return he gave you a lopsided grin and let go of your wrist. You turned back to your room and walked into it, shutting the door.

You leaned against the wall, a goofy smile on your face as you brought a hand to your lips, a tingling sensation still present from the kiss.

A dreamy sigh escaped your mouth. Your senses came back to you and you dressed down hurriedly, sitting down on your bed. Impatiently waiting for Fitz, your mind drifted back to the way he looked in the shower.

Once more, a blush adorned your cheeks. You shook your head clear of such thoughts.

A few seconds later, a knock sounded.

This was it.

“Come in!” You said.

Fitz walked in wearing a dark blue cardigan and some blue jeans. He awkwardly strode into your room a board the Bus. Taking a spot in front of your bed, he crossed his arms and looked anywhere but you. “So…” Fitz began. Lost for words his eyes roamed around your room, studying all the things strewn up on your wall. “So…” You repeated.

His eyes finally found yours and the look in them told you everything he was trying to say. “The kiss…” He started. “It was amazing.” You finished for him. “Yea…” he gave you a shy smile. You stood up and walked towards him. “What now?” You ask, outlining his face with your eyes.

“(Y/N),” He gently took your hand in his and held it tight but loose enough for you to pull away should you want to. “I…” He hesitated. Every bad scenario ran through his mind and his brow furrowed deeply as a frown made it’s way onto his lips.

You noticed the sudden change in his mood, so to reassure him, you squeezed his hands and lightly pecked the place between his brows that was right above the bridge of his nose.

He looked at you, surprise written on his face. The look you held surprised him even more.

You were smiling brightly, dimples framing your delicate lips and your eyes shone brighter than any sun in the multiverse.

It was then that he knew there was nothing he need be afraid of.

“I love you.” He said softly.

“I love you too.” You replied quickly with no hesitation.

In sync, the both of you moved closer to each other until you were almost chest to chest.

You removed your hands from his and placed them delicately on the sides of his face, gently cradling him.

His hands naturally took their stance holding your hips firmly, as if he was making sure that this as not a dream.

You leaned in first, making sure to slowly move in, just to tease him. However Fitz was rather impatient, and pressed his lips onto yours.

The kiss started out slow and sweet but briskly turned rough and passionate.

You no longer had a small distance between the two of you, rather it seemed like you had melted into him, fitting into his body like a puzzle piece. Your arms moved from his face and wrapped around his neck burying one hand in his curly locks. His arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you even closer, deepening the kiss.

You let out a small moan from this and he swallowed it like a starved man on land who hasn’t seen food in months.

However oxygen was required and so you broke apart and rested your forehead on his. You breathed heavily and so did he, your breaths mingling.

Once you both gained your breath, Fitz moved away from you. “Would you like to have dinner together, just me and you… somewhere nice?”

You laughed softly and nodded. “Yes, I would love that.”

His eyes lit up. “Okay, great! I’ll make arrangements.”

With that he hurried out of your room and went who know where to make this dinner happen. Once your door was closed you sighed deeply and threw yourself on the bed, hiding your face behind your hands.

After awhile you got up and started planning on what to wear. This dinner was going to be magical.

Bonus: Skye, Jemma, Ward, Coulson, And May stood outside your room with some machine projected what you were saying. “Finally.” Said Coulson sighing deeply. Skye and Jemma squealed in excitement as Ward and May shared a looks of bemusement.

Oh my god guys its been waaaaaay to long! Sorry I haven’t ben active lately, I’m not dead! In case you’ve been wondering, no I actually have been extremely busy this year. It hit like a ton of a bricks and I’ve been working ever since school has started. My writers block hasn’t improved much but I finished this which I started a LOOOONG time ago. Anyways I wanted to give you guys this as my apology and that as soon as Christmas break hits I’m going to be spamming stories everywhere to please look forward to that. Reblogs and likes are appreciated, thanks for reading! Sorry if you find any typos!

#leopold fitz #fitz #leopold fitz x reader #agents of shield #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#bribwrites

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Daisy and Fitzsimmons discovering your powers and trying to help you with them:

For @the-radio-star

You had been in the lab more, as of late. Helping Fitzsimmons with trying to find any Inhumans to try and help them.

Daisy had been putting in the work in the field, you had been benched for a bit to...recover. You took a hit.

Fitzsimmons found nothing wrong. But you knew something was off. Things would levitate when you didn't want them to. You could manipulate the placement of things.

In short, you had telekinesis.

Daisy had once said to you how useful it would've been to have that out in the field, "They pull in what I push. So fucking cool."

Still, you were benched. That, and scared.

"You alright?" Fitz asked, seemingly out of the blue one time. You looked from your computer to him.

"Yeah, fine." He could tell the weight you were struggling with; with the tired look in your eyes and your sagged shoulders, "Why?"

"Because you look like you could use a hug." You chuckled at your friend's words.

"Yeah, well, we aren't exactly tactile, Fitz." On that, he would agree.

He went to move to grab something else when his arm hit his coffee cup. It tumbled, but it didn't hit the floor.

Fitz looked from the cup that was once falling, and to your hand which was out and facing towards the cup.

You had stopped it.

He looked to you, wide-eyed; you only kept your eyes on the cup - but you knew he was looking at you.

"Fitz..."

"What. The. Bloody. Hell?" He all but shrieks.

"Fitz." Fitz time you aren't trailing off. You aren't scared (you are, but you hide it), you're firm.

"You...you - you had -- I." He doesn't even know where to begin.

"Fitz, I know." You said, trying to figure out how to get out of this one.

"Y/N..." It seems you both don't quite know what to say.

"Pick up the coffee, Fitz."

"Y/N..."

"Pick. Up. The. Fucking. Coffee!!" You exclaim, and Fitz sees it stutter. Your hold on it is failing.

"Fitz, what --" Jemma starts to say, herself pausing at the scene she sees in front of her.

"Oh for fucks sake. Can someone pick up the damn coffee?!" That gets them into action. Fitz grabs the cup and scoops up the liquid that was going to fall from it to the floor.

Your hand then drops. You take a breath, glad to not be using that energy up anymore.

"That was incredible," Jemma says, voice soft and full of awe.

"Just a coffee cup, Jemma." You say, eyes finally meeting her own.

She tilts her head to the side, eyes softening a little, "Y/N...think of all the good you can do with that ability. You can keep us safe." She said, keeping her voice soft.

She went to approach you, but tripped. Your hand was out, and she was saved from a fall.

She looked to you, and you looked at your hand once she was stable again. Maybe you could.

"What's wrong." Fitz asked, knowing Jemma had come in fast for a reason.

"Daisy's in trouble." That was what she said.

You were out of the office before they could stop you, but they did share a look of worry. You were still technically "down" after all.

"Y/N, slow down." Was all Jemma asked; she meant it in both pace and to actually think about what you were about to do. Johnson's always tended to go in with no plan after all. It was how Daisy got into this situation in the first place.

"I'm not letting my sister die, Jemma. Not when I can do something about it."

"No one wants Daisy to die, Y/N. We don't want anyone die. But, it's a risk." Fitz said as you guys started to go up to the stairs to Coulson's office.

"Not when I can do something." You were adamant, it seemed. See, with the whole Johnson thing?

You didn't even check if someone was in the office with Coulson, you just went right in.

"Please, by all means --"

"Not now, Phil." Oh, you had thrown Phil out, this was bad.

"I know you're worried about Daisy. And I understand, but I --"

You pulled the file he had out of his hands, and it flew right into your own grasp, "I can save her."

"Y/N, it's too dangerous. We haven't even cleared you for --" Once again, you don't wait for him.

"Coulson, I'm not losing my sister. And, I know I've been out. I know my mental health is fucking me. But, for once, I can do something. Hell, that Inhuman can read minds. They can help with my therapy." Ok, you had a point there.

He sighed, "Ok. Go."

You open the door with your power, "Stop showing off." He calls to you as you leave.

"I'm not!" You call back. He shakes his face with a smile.

Daisy has ended up in an alleyway, with the Watchdogs firing round after round at them. The shots clanged off of the bin herself, Mack, and the Inhuman they were trying to save.

"How many rounds you got, Tremors?" Mack asks, cocking his shotgun for what may be the last time either for that mission or his life.

Daisy checks her rounds, "Not many." She says.

She looks to the Inhuman, a younger person, "Hey," They look at her, "We'll be ok. I promise." She gives a gentle smile, trying to hide the fear.

Then, she hears a whistle. Your whistle.

She peaks over the bin when she hears the gunfire. But instead of short bursts, it's constant.

But, she sees not a body getting riddled, but the bullets instead being stopped before they could hit you.

She and Mack share a nod, it'll do.

They go around the corner of the bin, firing at the Watchdogs. They all drop, and then so do the bullets.

Daisy looks to the bullets the Watchdogs fired and to you, smile on her face; one of relief and of teasing nature, "Thought they'd be marbles, Neo." She says, coming over to you and patting you on the shoulder.

"Please don't tell me that makes you Trinity." You say, scrunching your face up in disgust for what that means.

She shakes her head, face mirroring yours, "An AU version of her, then." You can take that.

"You're writing it." You say, pointing to her.

She chuckles, slowly catching her breath back. "Bet your ass I am." She throws an arm over you, "Come on, little sib, let's get you to bed."

#daisy johnson headcannon #daisy johnson imagine #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d imagine #agents of shield imagine #agents of shield x reader #jemma simmons imagine #jemma simmons x reader #leopold fitz headcannon #leopold fitz imagine

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tvseries-writings · 3 years

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I love your works so so much wow. Can I please request one where Jemma and Daisy have come to love fem!reader as their little sister. Instead of Daisy getting shot its R and Jemma and Daisy are the first one to find her barely lifeless body and they try to keep her awake and stop the bleeding. Please make jt as angsty and long as you want

If it doesn't kill you, it makes you stronger

Marvel Masterlist ~ buy me a coffee☕️

You certainly didn't expect a big hole in your stomach that morning when you woke up.

You were expecting a normal day on the Zephir, maybe some kicking at Ward and a Star Wars marathon with what you now consider sisters, Jemma and Daisy.

You certainly weren't expecting Ian Quinn to put a bullet on you. Two, to be precise. One in the abdomen and one in the shoulder.

And when your body slides along the wall and when Quinn walks out of the room, with a smirk of victory on that shitty face, you regret letting Fitz out ignoring Daisy and Jemma's ear protests.

It takes ten minutes to arrive. But if you're bleeding to death, ten minutes seems like a long time.

You're almost unconscious when Daisy breaks down the door. And that noise makes you jump and groan in pain at the same time.

"Jemma! JEMMA I FOUND IT! "

Daisy lowers the ICER and holsters it before falling to her knees in front of you.

"Hey, hey; we're here, everything will be fine »Daisy pushes on the wound on your abdomen trying to tampon as best she could.

A scream comes from your lips as Daisy pushes a little harder.

"Fuck Dee," you whisper and tears roll down your face.

You look at Daisy, the girl is focused but she can't hide her concern for you. Her eyes are bright, and when her gaze meets yours, she gives you a small smile.

"You'll be fine sis, did you hear me?" You'll be fine."

Jemma enters the room and immediately rushes on you.

"What the hell happened?"

If you were in any other situation, you would have laughed out loud hearing Jemma swear.

"Quinn shot me, twice ... I don't know if you notice it." A little laugh causes you even more pain and both Jemma and Daisy give you a dirty look.

Your eyes get heavy and your body slumps limp against the wall behind you.

"No no no, eyes on me," Jemma's panicked voice fills the silence in the room as she takes your face in her hands. Your head falls forward and Daisy feels like throwing up when she notices how pale you are.

"Y / n open your eyes now!" Jemma slaps your face, she forces herself not to cry. She can not.

Now her little sister needs Dr. Simmons, not Jemma.

"Y / n, wake up, you have to wake up" Jemma gives you a strong tug on the shoulders and your eyes snap open as you groan.

"W-what the hell Jem," you mutter. Your teeth start chattering in the cold and staying awake becomes increasingly difficult.

Jemma presses on your shoulder and looks around the room, she has to find something that-

You start coughing, you have a great desire to cry for all the pain you are feeling; the blood drips from your mouth and you try with all your strength to resist but yours collapses.

"No!" Daisy shakes her head frantically, pressing harder on your abdomen: "Jemma, Jemma what should we do"

Jemma stands up, her hands shake and she searches the room for something to help you.

A sheet covers a large horizontal car and Jemma's eyes light up. She with great strides she arrives in front of what looks like a glass coffin, she throws away the cloth, and her heart returns to beating normally when she realizes that maybe, they have a chance to save you.

"Daisy, put her here, hurry up" Jemma says, fiddling with the car for a while, while Daisy takes your unconscious body in her arms before getting up, with a little effort, and quickly approaching Jemma.

Your breathing slows down and Daisy notices it immediately.

She glances in panic at Jemma, almost pleading.

"I really hope it works"

The following are five interminable minutes but your vital signs miraculously stabilize.

Jemma leans on Daisy, who immediately holds her in a hug.

“We need to call Coulson and get out of here; I need to operate on her, she can't last long, not even in there "

Daisy nods, her gaze lingers on your pale body and on the verge of exhaustion; a strangled sob escapes her lips and Jemma shakes her head as she turns to look at her.

“You have to be strong, we both have to… she needs this; if you collapse, I collapse too and I can't, I can't give up now Dee, if I do it- "

A couple of tears fall down her cheeks and Daisy squeezes her a little tighter trying to be strong for both of them.

"Everything will be alright Simmons, everything will be alright"

Daisy continues to hold biochemistry tightly in a hug as her hand presses on her earphone.

“May, we need immediate extraction; agent hit ... y / n she was hit "

When you wake up, you don't know how long it's been, but you sure know getting shot isn't pleasant. You look around and, the blinding lights and the smell of Jemma in the air, make you understand that you are in the Zephyr's infirmary.

You sit up, with not a few pains, and stand up very slowly. Even with two bullet wounds, you have no intention of staying in bed. You hate staying doing nothing and you already know that Jemma will force you to rest, tying you up if necessary.

You don't even have time to put one foot on the ground when Jemma yells from across the room.

"Stop where you are, don't you dare get out of that bed"

Her pissed tone of her immediately makes you put your butt back on the bed as Jemma reaches for you with a couple of strides looking at you badly.

"Y / N Elizabeth Taylor, if you try to get up again I swear I'll stick you on that bed; clear?"

You nod and a sigh escapes your lips; I rolled my eyes and leaned back on the pillow. You cross your arms under your breasts and look at her.

Jemma stops observing your vital signs and she looks at you with her eyebrow raised.

"You are almost dead, I would say you can rest for a while"

You give her a small smile and loosen her arms, reaching out to her right hand to stroke her hand.

"Jem, I'm here, I'm fine"

Jemma gives you a squeeze on your hand and focuses on what is written on the tablet she is holding. The biochem is about to speak but she is interrupted by Daisy entering the room.

Daisy's eyes light up when she sees you awake, the heroine almost slings down on you and then she hugs you in a hug. You hold back a moan as the tightening intensifies, it will also hurt but you know, at the same time, that Daisy needs physical contact and if this helps, then you can take some pain.

“Okay Dee, I'd say you can let her go now. I remind you that she has to rest and is injured so ... "

"Oh Jem, you're so English" an amused smile curls her lips before making a biochemical tongue when Daisy pulls away from her embrace.

Jemma rolls her eyes at your stupidity and pinches you on her arm. You pout, hiding behind Daisy to avoid others.

Jemma gives you some tests while you and Daisy talk about how hot Scarlet Witch and Black Widow are, they've been your crush since you first saw them on TV.

"Okay, I'm done here and if you're done running after two women you'll never meet-" Jemma pauses and watches you, both you and Daisy pout, and she shakes her head trying to hide a smile but without succeed: "the wounds are healing properly but you don't have to strain or get out of this bed for the next two weeks"

Jemma gives you a warning look and Daisy does the same.

You raise your hands in defense and give them an innocent smile.

"Okay, okay; calm down, I'll be okay "

Neither Daisy nor Jemma believe it but nevertheless they hold you in a hug anyway.

"You are our sister and you can never do such a thing again" Jemma speaks seriously, referring to your disobeying the direct orders of your "superior".

"We were scared today, I've never been so scared and I never want to feel that feeling again, okay?" Daisy's voice trembles slightly and you squeeze them both with a little more force.

"I love you girls"

"We too y/n, we too" both give you a smile before ending the hug and walking away.

"And now ... you have to rest"

A groan of frustration escapes your lips as you pull the covers over your head and Daisy bursts into laughter.

Thanks for reading! I will try to update as much as possible these days, I promise. Let me know what you think. Comments always make me happy <3

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TOUCH AND GO | Leo Fitz | Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D | Whumptober 2021

Day Six: Touch and Go

The betrayal of Grant Ward had broken the team.

Skye had lost her faith. She had let someone in, she never lets anyone in and Ward had taken her trust and destroyed it.

Jemma saw Grant as a role model. Someone who had achieved perfection in their field, she looked up to him. Now, she had lost the goal she had strived towards.

Coulson and May were doubting their abilities. Both of them high ranking agents and yet they had let a mole slide under their noses, completely undetected. If they had not noticed Ward feeding information to HYDRA, what else had that not noticed?

Agent (L/N) didn’t know what to do. All she knew now was that she needed to be the shoulder to cry in for her fiancé as he had been hurt the most by Ward.

She had waited by Fitz’s bedside for him to wake for days, losing hope that he would come back to her with every fleeting second. Watching him with tube and wires meticulously inserted tore a piece of her heart away, a piece she didn’t think would come back.

Jemma said he would wake at any moment now so all that (Y/N) could do was wait. Wait for him to open his eyes, wait for him to return to her.

—————

It took two weeks, three days, and eighteen hours for Leopold Fitz to wake up. (Y/N) spent all four hundred and twenty six of those hours by his side, refusing to leave.

When he finally opened his eyes, (Y/N) felt like she could breathe again.

“Hey, baby.” She said softly, “How are you feeling?”

Fitz went to speak but as he said his first word, he realised he hadn't made a sound. He tried again but couldn't figure out how to form the words correctly.

He wanted to say how happy he was to see her, he wanted to tell (Y/N) how much he loved her and how happy he was to see that Ward hadn't hurt her. But he couldn't.

All he could do for now was relish is in comfort that (Y/N) could give him.

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Make Your Move

Requests Are Open

Fitz x Reader

Summery: You’re Ward’s younger sister and have a thing for Fitz. Problem is, Fitz doesn’t think you like him.

A/N: I saw this post from @sharebearkk the other day while scrolling through the Fitz tag and I know its like a year old post, but I thought I could do something cute with it, so I did.

[Pt 1] [Pt 2]

You had been in some tough situations before, but nothing quite as intense as this. Everything had been planned out perfectly, but then you backed yourself into a corner you only had a small chance of getting out of. It was a long shot and all you could do was wait.

Fitz finally took his hand from off his cheek and moved his queen in the exact way you hoped he would. You smirked to yourself and moved a bishop to take his queen, leaving his king in a very compromising situation.

“I believe you call that checkmate.” You gloated triumphantly while wagging his queen in front of him.

“What? I-no! You can’t win again.” Fitz sputtered, analyzing the board for another move to make that could get him out of loosing for the fourth time in a row.

“Face it, Leo, I’m just that good.” You said while smugly scraping up all your winnings, which consisted of a pile of Oreo's and a bag of Skittles.

“It’s statistically impossible. Given the number of matches I should have won at least once.” Fitz’s accent seemed to grow thicker the more agitated he became, something you had always found rather cute.

“Improbable, but not impossible.” You corrected and took triumphant a bite of an Oreo.

“One more round.” Fitz proposed, already setting the chess board up for another match.

“Sorry, Fitz, but I’ve got to go train for a bit or my brother will effectively ground me from the next mission.” You explained while getting up from your spot on the couch and gathering your jacket. You stooped, placed a quick peck on Fitz’s cheek, and threw him a wink, “But I’m all for some late night games once I’m done.”

With that, you headed down to the loading bay, ready to spend the next hour and a half training as hard as you could. Fitz gazed after you, his cheeks becoming more red by the second from just that brief moment of affection.

“She likes you, you know.”

Fitz jumped and turned to the side to see Ward leaning against the wall, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.

“Who likes me?” Fitz stammered out.

Ward rolled his eyes and walked toward the nervous scientist. “(Y/N). She likes you.”

“What? No. (Y/N) doesn’t like me. No one as smart and beautiful as her would ever-well, she’d never go for someone like me.”

“I think I know my own sister. She’s crazy about you. And I know you like her too.” Your brother pressed. “So here’s a bit of advice: make a move.”

Fitz narrowed his eyes, suspicious of Ward’s sudden show of support. Wasn’t it a brother’s job to protect a sister? And knowing Ward's and your family history, Fitz would have thought Ward would be even more protective than your average brother.

“Why are you helping me?” Fitz ventured cautiously.

“Because if you don’t make a move soon then I’m the one who has to listen to her complain about the stupidity of men.”

The explanation was simple, but effective. Fitz glanced toward the door you had just left through, his brow wrinkling as he thought about the situation. Ward patted Fitz on the shoulder, jarring him from his over-analyzing.

“I’ll make sure not to keep her too long for training. Just... think about what I said.” Ward said before following your earlier path down to the loading bay.

Fitz was left with a choice to make. The board was set and all the pieces were in place. All that was left to do was to make one last move and everything he had hoped and wished for ever since he met you would come true. The only thing standing in his way was himself. With a final nod to himself, Fitz placed the queen he had been fiddling with onto the chess board, knowing what he had to do. All he could do for now was wait.

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Agents of Shield- Pilot (1.01)

Pairing: Leo Fitz x Violet Ward (OC)

Summary: Coulson gathers the group, Violet is reunited with her long lost brother, they pick up a stray, and Grant tries to be an angry dad

Warnings: cursing, uhh blood i think?

Word Count: 6086 (not that long)

“Leo, what are you doing?” My voice was a low grumble as I turned my head.

“Trying to fix the fan so it stops making that bloody clicking noise.”

I rolled my eyes at the curly haired Scot, pulling my pillow out from under my head before chucking it at him.

“Come back to bed.” I snuggled further into the blankets and closed my eyes.

“But Violet...” He trailed off and sighed.

I felt the bed sink beside me as he crawled in next to me, worming his way under the covers.

“We have to be on Coulson’s plane in two hours. Let’s just relax.” I twisted around to face him, the blankets still up to my chin.

“I just hate the noise.” Fitz pulled me against him, my forehead against his warm shoulder and my hands curled against his stomach. “And I know you do too, darlin’.”

I melted at the pet name, slouching against him as I pressed a kiss to his shoulder. I heard him chuckle and his chest rumbled before he kissed my forehead. I felt myself drift in and out of consciousness, his heartbeat under my ear lulling me back to sleep.

“Love you.” He mumbled, rearranging ourselves so my arms were around his neck and his head was on my shoulder.

“Love you too.” I tangled my fingers in his hair and pecked the side of his head.

We stayed like that for a while, both on the verge of sleeping and awake. A loud knock at the door startled us both. Fitz yelped as I flinched, sitting up blearily.

“What?” He shouted, flopping back onto the pillows.

“Agent Ward, I need to speak with you.”

I forced myself out of bed and shuffled to the door, pulling my hair back behind my ears as I opened the door, greeted by an antsy Coulson.

“It’s four in the morning. What’s wrong?” I tugged on the sleeves of Fitz’s flannel, pulling them down my arms.

Coulson sighed before looking up with a grimace.

“What is it, sir?” Fitz was behind me now, hands on my shoulders and as confused as I was.

“Violet. We found your brother.”

I would’ve stumbled backward if Fitz wasn’t holding me steady. I felt my eyes sting as they welled with tears.

“You found Grant?” I could feel myself shaking.

“Yes. He’s joining us on the mission. Are you gonna be okay?”

I nodded before looking back up. “Does he know that-”

“No. I haven’t spoken to him yet. I think it’s best that he finds out in due time.” Coulson’s gaze was sympathetic, and I could feel Fitz staring at me out of more concern than pity.

I nodded again. “Okay. Thank you, sir.” I shut the door in his face and closed my eyes.

Maybe I’m dreaming.

I heard thunder roar outside and rain started to hit the window.

“You alright darling?” Fitz put his hands on my waist this time and led me back to the bed, pulling me to sit next to him.

I pinched the bridge of my nose as I nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“It’s going to be okay, Violet. I promise.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

I looked up at him and nodded once more, head cleared this time. “I know.”

***

“You okay, Violet?” Jemma asked me, concern in her voice.

I nodded. “Yeah. Just nervous.”

“Don’t wanna see your brother after all this time?” Fitz pressed a quick kiss to my head before passing by me, taking one of the bags from the floor and packing it into the lab.

“Scared to see if he’s changed.” I answered truthfully, laying on the floor in front of the lab doors.

“Whoa whoa whoa! Watch it! That’s the night-night gun.” Fitz scrambled over to take it from Jemma.

“Well it’s on my stuff and it doesn’t work and there’s no way we’re calling it the night-night gun.” Jemma scoffed.

“The bullets work. Nonlethal, heavy stopping power, break up under the subcutaneous tissue-”

Jemma cut him off with some other scientific argument as I heard footsteps coming up the cargo ramp.

“Violet?”

I bolted upright and struggled to get to my feet, frantic.

“Hey Grant.” I looked up at him.

I hadn’t seen my brother since I was fourteen, which was about eleven years ago. Things had happened and we had been told he was dead, but it never felt real.

He looked at me and froze, as if he were a buffering computer. I started to think that maybe being on a mission with him would be an awful idea. He must’ve noticed my change in posture, because he carefully put his bag on the floor and came practically running to lift me off my feet in a bone crushing hug.

“Hi. I’ve missed you.”

“I’m so sorry, Vi.” He whispered.

“Wasn’t your fault. Never was.” I fixed my arms around his middle as he put me back on the ground, still hugging me.

“I’m sorry.” His heart thundered under my ear and I took a deep breath.

“It’s okay.” I took a step back and looked up at him.

He had changed a lot since I had last seen him, but that was when he was nineteen. He should be thirty now, if my math was right. I couldn’t help but stare, eyes flickering over every detail of his face. His jaw seemed to be more square, his nose flatter. His eyes looked the same. He pulled me in for another hug before sighing.

“Gotta go get set up.” He squeezed my arm.

I nodded and stepped out of his way. Fitz-Simmons were still arguing about the bullets from the night-night gun, and Grant dropped his bag roughly, getting their attention. I stayed off to the side, observing. I was a field agent, but I was also a psych agent, and I couldn’t help but wonder what else had changed about Grant. Was he still short-tempered? Did he still close himself off from other people? Were his mannerisms any different? Would I still be able to read him like a book?

“Fitz-Simmons?” He asked.

“Fitz.”

“Simmons. I’m engineering, she’s biochem.” They pointed at each other.

Jemma sent me a wink and a small smile. Fitz caught my eye with a disgruntled look. They obviously had different thoughts about my older brother.

“So you’re Violet’s brother?” Jemma smiled at him.

“Yeah, Grant Ward. Coulson said I’d need my comm receiver encoded.” Grant eyed them wearily. “I don’t know if you’ve worked with that model before.” He said as Fitz took it.

He only sighed as Fitz broke it to pull out IDIS chip, saying that it was brand-new. I avoided his glance. It would be better if he figured out Fitz and I were a thing at another time.

“He’ll repurpose the IDIS chip.” Jemma said.

“Don’t need the external receiver for the inner-ear comms anymore.” Fitz explained, pulling the chip out.

Grant looked at me and I only shrugged. I wasn’t a tech person.

“So uh, how does it-” He was cut off by Jemma taking a swab of his cheek, holding him in place by the chin.

“Embedded sensorineural silicone matched to your DNA. It’s very posh.” She rubbed the cotton swab around before finally stepping back.

I watched Grant move his cheeks, obviously uncomfortable with being poked and prodded at.

“So, are you excited to be coming on our journey into mystery?” Jemma kept smiling.

“It’s like Christmas.” I watched his nostrils flare.

He was uneasy. He didn’t like the dynamic presented in the room, he didn’t like being touched, he didn’t like the attention. Luckily, Coulson came up, the old red car’s tires screeching.

“One of Coulson’s old S.H.I.E.L.D. collectibles. Flamethrowers, world’s first GPS. He’s mad for this crap.” Fitz explained to Grant.

“Don’t touch Lola.” Coulson ordered a worker helping us load things.

“And he calls it a girl’s name.” Fitz’s nose crinkled up in amusement.

Grant only raised an eyebrow. He was unimpressed and probably a tad stressed. He caught me watching and squinted his eyes before letting a small smile slip, his nose twitching. I grinned and patted his arm as I passed by him, following Coulson up the steps. Grant picked his bag back up and followed suit.

“Lola’s not just a collectible, you know. People tend to confuse the words ‘new’ and ‘improved’. This mobile command, they were in heavy rotation back in the nineties, but then we got a helicarrier. Hey Ward, did you hear the one about the guy who’s afraid of flying?” Coulson tried to joke with my brother.

“I’ve done a night jump into a drop zone under heavy fire, sir. I can handle it.” Grant was oblivious.

“That was … a joke. The first part of a … I’m not gonna tell it now.” Coulson sighed.

“If you plan to unpack, make it quick. Wheels are up in five.” May rounded the corner, eyeing Grant with an expression I couldn’t read. She quickly turned to Coulson. “We may have a hit on one of the Rising Tide’s routing points.”

“Good. We need to do some catching up.” Coulson leafed through the packet she handed him.

May walked away without a second glance. Grant was wide-eyed, looking at where she had walked off and then turning to me.

“Is that … who I think it is?”

“She’s just the pilot.” Coulson shrugged it off.

“Melinda May is just the pilot. Come on, sir. What game are you really playing?” Grant eyed Coulson.

“Better stow your gear.” Coulson ignored his question and went into the small conference room in the middle.

“I’ve gotta go talk to Fitz. I’ll catch you later?” I inched away.

I was noticing small things. Tics, movements, glances, mannerisms, postures. All things that made me uneasy. Something was off about him, but he had been gone so long that I didn’t know what it was.

“You and Fitz are a thing? You could do better.” He apparently could still read me like a book.

I let out a sigh. “I don’t wanna do better. I like him.”

***

I stayed in the lab helping Fitz unpack as we flew to California. There was a lead on a member of the Rising Tide. They were an organization that worked day and night against S.H.I.E.L.D. to expose the things we tried so hard to hide. They believed the world would be better off with the knowledge of aliens and other-worldly life forms out there. We did everything we could to stop them, but they only grew in size and were nearly impossible to track down. Coulson wanted to catch this particular member, and it would help him test Grant in the field.

“You are not convinced.” Fitz stood in front of me.

I shrugged from my perch on the table. He grabbed my hands and tilted his head until his eyes were level with mine. I smiled and looked up so he wouldn’t have to twist his neck to talk to me. He cupped my jaw and pulled me closer for a kiss.

“Talk to me.”

I sighed and pulled him closer, so his hands were on either side of me on the table and I could fiddle with the end of his tie. I sprung up and pecked his lips. His presence was beyond reassuring as bad thoughts about Grant filled my mind.

“They’re small things. Really little things. Mannerisms, tics, wording… Something’s off. But at the same time, I barely know him anymore. I know that something is wrong, but I don’t know him well enough to know what it is.” I licked my lips before looking up at Fitz, met by concerned blue eyes.

He nodded. “I’m sorry, darling.” He opened his arms and I leaned forward, pulling him to stand between my legs so I could slouch against his chest without falling off the table. My forehead found its place against his warm neck as he swept my hair out of my face and then ran his hand up and down my back. I heard footsteps and pulled back, grabbing at Fitz’s hands to hold them in my lap.

“Hey. Oh, sorry…” Grant trailed off as he slinked back behind the door frame. “Coulson needs you guys upstairs is all.” He flashed Fitz a look before heading down the hallway.

Fitz stared, his head tilted to the side. “Now, correct me if I’m wrong, darling, but… he seems almost,” he eyed me and let out a sigh. “Predatory.”

I bit my lip. “You know, angel face, I really wish you were wrong sometimes.”

***

May parked in the middle of the street, her body tense. Jemma was eager as she stepped out of the car, a wide smile on her face and her eyes wide. Fitz met me on my side of the car as he looked up at the building in question. The Rising Tide member had filmed a man jumping from a few stories high after it blew up. He had rescued a woman before running off. Coulson suspected the person who filmed the video must’ve caused the explosion. May looked over the breaks in the asphalt left from the man’s fall. She remained stone-faced and wordless.

Jemma talked the entire way up to the floor that had been the source of explosion. Fitz answered her a few times, but she soon didn’t require any interaction. He noticed my continual unease and stopped me, offering a hand. I sighed and took it gratefully. We weren’t publically touchy feely, we didn’t like PDA, but his presence helped, and so did his thumb running across my knuckles.

“This was a lab.” Jemma noted as we walked into the room. “Was this leased as a lab?”

“Mnh-mnh. Self empowerment center.” May shone her flashlight around with a chuckle. “With a top of the line motion-sensor security system.”

“Ah. So a secret lab.” Jemma seemed excited.

I tried to ignore the smells in the burned out room as I took my hand back from Fitz.

“And a superhero. Not a coincidence.”

I knelt next to the body burned on the ground. Their hands were up defensively. They couldn’t run in time to evade the blast. Jemma picked samples off with tweezers and packed them into test tubes. I turned on my heels and walked toward Fitz, who was shining his flashlight around with a grimace on his face.

“So was this explosion sabotage? Was it meant for him? Or were they just in over their heads?” May asked.

“Yeah, working the problem.” He saw the body and tensed further. “Ladies, if you’ll just…” He tried to dodge May and ended up hitting her shoe. He muttered an apology and scampered by.

I ignored May’s raised eyebrow and followed him, placing a hand on his back as he knelt to set up the drones. I could feel May still staring.

“If you’re gonna be in the field, Agent Fitz, you have to get your hands dirty.”

“No, I don’t.” He smiled, clicking things on the tablet in his hands as the drones rose off the floor with a faint whirring. “Heigh-ho, off to work you go.” He sang under his breath.

I bit back a smile as he straightened, sending each drone to do their thing as he stood in the center of the room. He paused and caught me staring. He smiled before going back to his tablet.

“See, we designed each with their own capabilities, so um, some recording the dimensions and textures of the room, and then some testing the matter density, radiation. I mean, one is basically just smelling.” Jemma explained this all to May, who didn’t seem interested.

I watched as Fitz perked up, spinning around. “Whoa whoa, I’ve got something.”

“Who’s got it?” Jemma asked.

“Uh, Bashful.” He pointed.

The drone in the corner of the room was still, persistently scanning a piece of what seemed to be scraps. May eyed me before crossing over and picking things off.

“Surveillance camera. Deep-fried.” May sighed.

“Yes, but that model has flash memory in case of brownouts.” Fitz moved, returning my smile before tripping. He caught himself with a cough. “Now, I could that with data from the motion detectors, and, with a little luck, get some images from before the blast.” He was smiling widely now, plucking the camera from May’s hand. “And by luck, I mean unappreciated genius.” He sighed.

“Yeah, and by the looks of it, we’ll need it. Snow’s reading some compounds that are- whoa, my god.” Jemma scurried to pick something up.

“Explosive?” May incurred.

“Not of this earth.” Jemma was in awe of the alien technology in her hand.

***

“Heads up. Your brother is up in the interrogation room sleeping. We needed the asset to think she had the upper hand. Gave him a fake truth serum. He’ll be fine.” Coulson whispered to me as soon as we walked into the bus.

“Oh..kay.” I nodded as May followed him up the stairs.

Jemma began to unpack their samples, filing them neatly.

“You alright?” Fitz’s hand came to my side, pointer finger nudging my pinky.

I nodded with a sigh. “Just tired.” I eyed Jemma through the lab door.

It’s not that I didn’t trust her. Of course I trusted her. She was amazing, and I loved her. But there were things about the topic of Grant and my family that I didn’t share with anybody but Fitz. And even then, there were some things Fitz didn’t know either. I would tell him about my new concerns later.

Fitz caught on, pulling me into his side. I leaned my head against his shoulder and looked up, sighing sadly. He gave me his puppy eyes and I couldn’t help but feel my heart flutter. I tugged at his tie gently, bringing him down to meet me on my toes. He realized and grabbed me by the waist, throwing my balance off so I would fall into his grip as he leaned over me and pressed a kiss to my lips. I hooked one arm around his shoulders and tangled my other hand in his blond curls. He smiled before pulling me back onto my feet, pecking my cheek before taking my hand and leading us to the lab.

***

After Fitz-Simmons had finished with their data analysis and whatever else, we trudged up the stairs in silence. Coulson pulled out an ID card and slammed it onto the holotable. It instantly began to scan it. I sighed and leaned over the table, chin in my hand. Fitz came beside me, his hand on my back. I nudged him off and moved over so he would have space to get comfortable. He shot me a smile and settled himself, arms crossed on the edge of the table. I hooked an arm around his shoulders with a sigh.

“Michael Peterson. Factory worker. Married, one kid. Gets injured, gets laid off. Wife jumps ship. Good guy, bad breaks.”

I watched as the girl from Rising Tide—Skye— paced around Coulson, her nails between her teeth. She pulled her finger out and started to flick it past her lips. She was obviously antsy. I wasn’t sure why Coulson would let her out like this, but he always had his reasons.

“Best guess? Somebody comes to him, tells him they can fix him. They can make him strong again, make him super.”

“Who has the tech to do that?” I asked.

“And why would anyone want to?” May followed up.

“Fitz, what do we have from the security footage before the blast?” Coulson asked.

I took my arm away and watched as Fitz wordlessly swiped away, pulling up the footage he had managed to recover up.

“What are we seeing?” May asked.

“Well, the man is angry, at the other man.” Fitz described the very obvious scene.

I stifled a snort as May glared and Coulson sighed, looking defeated. Skye seemed entertained.

“The data is very corrupt.” Jemma jumped in.

Fitz turned back to the screen, gesturing as he spoke. “Yeah, like Cold War Russia corrupt. I can’t sync the timecode without-”

“What if you had the audio?” Skye cut him off.

Fitz and Jemma glanced at each other, each making a face.

“I was … running surveillance on the lab. I had my shotgun mic pointed at the window before the blast. The digital file’s in my van. There’s too much background noise for me, but you could probably-”

“You could clean that up, right?” I looked up at Fitz.

He nodded. “I would have to find a sync-point and use cross-field validation- no. I can’t scrub for expression patterns…”

“Well, is there a chrominance subcarrier?” Jemma jumped in.

“Yeah, attached to the back porch. Brilliant. Uh, that audio would be great. Thank you very, very much.” Fitz straightened himself out with a smile.

“Your van’s here. But you were right. We couldn’t decrypt the files.” Coulson spoke up.

“The encryption’s coupled to the GPS. Get my van back to that alley and then I’m in business.”

“Agent May will escort you. And on your way out, wake up Ward.” Coulson muttered.

***

“Uhh, yep!” I watched Fitz jump from one place to the next after having consistently refused help.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m getting it.” He ran to type something in, sliding the pen between his teeth.

“So, when you get back, I’ll show you my thing. A thing. It’s not-i-it’s my hardware. My equipment!” He turned pink. “Let’s hang up.” He ripped the comm out of his ear in embarrassment.

I caught him by the wrist and yanked him back, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him in for a quick kiss. He returned it happily before switching back to work mode, again jumping around like a monkey.

“So the alien metal wasn’t the explosive?” Coulson asked Jemma.

“Well I assumed from the break pattern and dispersion that it was but, it’s just dripping with gamma radiation and-oh! Now it’s actually dripping!” Jemma exclaimed.

I looked over to see her pull the drill away, a dark yellow substance falling out. She rushed to pull a container under it. “Fun!”

“So what did that get us?” Grant’s footsteps thundered across the floor of the lab as he appeared, freshly showered.

He was angry.

“Morning, sleeping beauty.” I grinned at him.

He rolled his eyes.

“Skye’s sending us the rest of her decrypted files on Centipede, but we have her audio. I’ve loaded it up.” Fitz scrambled around my brother before coming back to the computer by my side, typing excitedly.

“Nice work.” I heard Coulson speak to Grant, who only rolled his neck before going stiff, staring straight at Coulson.

“Now, using motion estimation, bayesian inference, a beam splitter, and a little diffraction theory, our mystery man-” Fitz hit a few buttons, “Appears.” He grinned as the hologram displayed in the middle of the garage. He was happily perched on the stairs. I slid past Grant’s angry figure and to Fitz, curling my arm around his and leaning against him.

“It’s like magic.” I whispered.

“It is! But it-it’s science.” He grinned.

“Explosives in the case?” Grant asked as the hologram came to life.

“...to please calm down. Just let me check your vitals.” The man in the lab coat was nervous.

“I feel fine. I want to feel more. Where’s the doctor? Where is she!” The other man was antsy, angry, riled up like he was a crackhead.

“If you don’t settle down, I’ll have you sedated.” Lab coat stuttered.

“Where is she?” Crackhead lifted a stool, and something orange glinted on his arm as he swung it down.

“Fitz, stop it. Go back. There was something on his arm.” I patted his arm.

Grant walked up closer as Fitz rewound it. He was eye level with the thing on the man’s arm.

“What does that look like to you?” Coulson asked him.

Grant crossed his arms and sighed. “A centipede.”

“It’s an intravenous filter for his blood.” Jemma popped out of her chair and came to have a closer look. “This goo, sir-very similar to the serum Dr. Erskine developed in the early ‘40s for the-”

“Super soldiers.” I cut her off. “Someone’s out here trying to make the next generation of super soldiers?

“I’m reading alien metal, gamma radiation, the serum. Every known source of superpower thrown in a blender.” Jemma sighed.

“We need to see the origin of the blast. Run it back to from the last point recorded.” Coulson ordered Fitz, who fumbled with the controller.

We all watched as a ball of flames slowly turned back in on itself, getting smaller and smaller until Fitz pulled it even further back. Coulson walked closer as the flames came back to form the man who had the filter.

“Extremis.” Coulson stated.

I looked at Grant, who was already looking at me with the same face of confusion.

The fuck’s that?

What the shit?

I shrugged at him and looked up to Fitz, who had his eyebrows scrunched and his nose crinkled.

“It’s new. Completely unstable.” Coulson went on.

“Poor guy didn’t bring an explosive. He was one.” I sighed, looking back at Fitz, who wrapped an arm around my shoulders with a sad expression.

“And Mike has the same stuff in his system.” Jemma added.

“And judging by his strength level, a lot more.” Grant arched an eyebrow, arms still crossed.

“So any minute now, Mike is gonna..” Fitz gestured with his free hand.

“He’ll take out anyone within a two-block radius.” Jemma exclaimed.

“Well.” Coulson walked to the lab, stopping in front of Grant, whose face was solemn. “You wanted a bomb.”

***

We scrambled to get ready, pulling out equipment and guns and then more guns. Grant set up a rifle and began to check it as Coulson looked over papers. Fitz-Simmons were downstairs trying to link the explosion to behavior. I stayed with Grant, cleaning off my knife before tucking it into the holster at my waist.

“Sir?” Jemma led the way up the stairs. “He didn’t explode because he was angry. The two are connected. It’s kind of a chemical surge, but calming him down will buy him a minute at most. He will detonate within the next few hours.” She frowned.

“Solution?” Coulson trained his hands on his hips.

“Isolate him? Get him away from people?” Jemma offered.

“Or?”

I caught Fitz’s somber glance.

“Or put a bullet through his brain.” I sighed from my spot on the table.

“If he’s dead, the irradiated metabolic process will stop.” Jemma explained.

We all turned to Grant, who was happily wiping away at his deadly machine. I looked at Coulson and shook my head.

“We need to come up with a third option. One that doesn’t involve Mike’s son losing a father.” Coulson was firm.

“We have a couple of hours at most, there’s no way we could possibly-”

I watched as Coulson whipped around and cut Jemma off with a growl. “Don’t ever tell me there’s no way! It’s on you. Get it done.” He yelled, looking Fitz-Simmons in the eyes before walking away.

“Fitz! What about the night-night gun? You can make it work, right? You’re close enough to figuring it out as it is.” I called.

He turned and looked at me, nodding with a growing grin on his face. He walked over and pressed a kiss to my lips with a smile. He mumbled a thank you before bolting back downstairs. Grant sent me a glance as he picked up his weapon, positioning it in the crook of his arm.

That’s gross.

I checked my handgun before sliding it into the holster at my hip and shot him a similar look.

Like you and your high-school girlfriends were any different.

Coulson stormed back in, picking up his phone the second it started to ring.

“May.” He paused. “You alright?” He put her on speaker.

“We’ll deal with that later. At length. Right now we need to figure out where they went.” She growled.

Grant picked the tablet off the table and started to swipe. I sighed and hopped off the table, making my way to the lab.

***

“Come on, gimme more paralysis. Less rigor mortis!” Fitz shouted, frustrated. “Oh, come on! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!”

“Just pretend it’s a test.” I gingerly rubbed one of his shoulders as his hands twitched above the keyboard.

“She’s right! You’re just taking an exam. That’s all.” Jemma said cheerily.

“I don’t want an F. F equals a massacre.” He began to breathe heavily, panicked.

“Hey. It’s okay, angel face.” I rubbed his back and he pressed his head into my chest, groaning with more frustration.

Beeping from his computer brought Jemma out of her seat. “Oh no.” I muttered as Grant coming down the stairs with an angry look on his face.

This isn’t what I signed up for.

I ignored him.

“What is this nonsense? Why are you making nonsense?” Jemma panicked.

“This isn’t me! This is noise! Somebody’s hacking our secure channel!” Fitz yelped.

“It’s longitude and latitude!” I perked up.

“Mike took Skye. She’s telling us where.” Coulson explained, clicking the remote in his hand.

Grant took the keys and got in the car, slamming the door. Fitz pulled up a satellite and matched the coordinates. I popped in my earpiece and tapped it.

“Grant. She’s outside Union Station.” I spoke.

“Got it.” I heard in my ear. “Violet, your friends better pull through before this guy explodes.”

I sighed and watched as Coulson got in the car and Grant stopped talking.

“I know, bud. I know.”

***

“Grant!” I caught his attention, bounding up the stairs.

“Did he get it?” My brother took the new rifle from my arms, checking it over before setting it up the way the old one was.

“It’s as good as it’s gonna get.” I whispered, watching as Coulson tried to talk Peterson down.

Coulson took a step closer, and Mike twitched.

“Grant. He’s almost there.”

“Coulson’s in the way.” He grunted.

Mike’s face relaxed and he slouched off to the side. I looked at Grant with wide eyes, and he took the shot. I watched as Fitz-Simmons ran to Mike, making sure he was still breathing after he had collapsed onto the floor. Jemma let out a smile and Fitz caught me eye, a happy glow on his face. I tilted my head, to which he gave me a thumbs up and winked. Coulson and Grant exchanged a look. Grant smiled.

He caught me looking at him and I felt my eyes begin to water.

It’s okay, Vi. I’m here now.

I had missed him more than I had realized. He put the gun down to his side and wrapped an arm around me, sighing sadly. I buried my head into his shoulder and held back a sob. Maybe now we could put our small family back together.

***

I felt Fitz’s chest hit my back as he leaned over me to steal my food. I rolled my eyes with a smile and handed him my chopsticks. He pressed his lips to the side of my head. Grant had the computer open in front of him, rubbing his eyes as he ran through the latest S.H.I.E.L.D. notifications. Jemma handed me a beer as Fitz settled behind me and I leaned against him.

“Shit.” Grant swore.

“What is it?” Jemma asked.

Grant only pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

“Sir? We’ve got an 0-8-4.”

We looked at each other and I moved up to read over Grant’s shoulder.

“They want us to go in and confirm it.”

I patted Grant’s back. This mission really was going to be a mystery. He sighed and mumbled a reply to Coulson before hanging up the phone, shoving the laptop away and digging into his food. Fitz had repositioned himself behind me, now on the edge of his chair, leaning against the wall of the bus. He reached a hand out lazily, fingers barely brushing my waist. I gave him a small smile over my shoulder before scooting closer, letting him pull me to sit between his legs. I put my weight against him, taking up the front edge of his seat as I looked up at him, head against his shoulder.

“Did they say what it was? The 0-8-4?” Fitz asked Grant as I grabbed his hand, tracing my fingers over his.

“Nope.” He spoke through his last mouthful, choking it down. “I’m gonna go take a shower. I’ll catch you guys later.” He became evasive as he excused himself, tossing his carton before rushing out with his laptop.

I sighed, looking back up at Fitz.

“I’m sorry, Vi.” He kissed my forehead.

I sighed, pulling my legs up to my chest as he curled his arm around my shoulders. I placed my hand on his thigh, palm-up. He linked his fingers between mine.

“Maybe I’m just reading him wrong.” I shrugged.

“I don’t think so.” Jemma spoke up. “Not to interject, a-and I don’t know Grant all that well, but your worry seems reasonable. Something about his behavior is sort of strange.”

I nodded against Fitz’s shoulder. “Something’s off. He’s angry about having been supposedly pawned off to Skye, but there’s more. He didn’t hesitate before shooting Mike. I get he’s a field agent, but he should have hesitated. He didn’t know if the night-night gun worked. A-and the way he’s been acting about Leo? Totally off. He’s been out of my life for eleven years. The first thing he should do after realizing you’re my boyfriend is try to intimidate you. He’s just been a douchebag. He should be asking me about you, not skipping straight to being pissed off.”

Fitz-Simmons nodded, somber looks on both their faces. I only shook my head.

“He’s different. I just don’t know how.” I sighed again.

“I’m sorry, love.” Jemma gave me her most sympathetic gaze.

I returned a half smile and she excused herself to work on something in the lab. I stayed against Fitz, comfortable even though we were both balancing on the same seat.

“Come on, darlin’. I know what’ll make you feel better.” He gave my hand a squeeze, leading me through the hall once I slid off the seat.

“Leo, honey. Please tell me you’re not trying to get in my pants while I’m worried my brother’s had a psychotic break.” I whined as he pulled me into our bedroom, which was barely unpacked.

“God, no. I wouldn’t stoop that low. I thought taking a nap might help.” He moved our bags onto the floor.

I broke into a smile as he came back to me, hands pulling at my waist as we moved toward the bed. He stumbled as he kicked his shoes off before falling onto his back, yanking me to lay next to him. I pushed my shoes off and curled up to him, giggling. His legs were hanging half off the bed and the pillows were nowhere near our heads, but he seemed content with laying there.

I stayed for a minute before sitting up and pulling myself to stand, tugging my jeans off and tossing them into a corner. I pulled an old flannel out of his closet and changed my top. I caught him staring with a soft smile, arms crossed under his head. I knelt by him on the bed, grabbing his cheek and kissing him.

“Get changed, I wanna nap.” I whispered before pressing my lips against his again.

I pulled back when I had to breathe, laughing at his flushed cheeks. I crawled into the bed, tugging the covers up to my chin as I watched him change into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and neatly fold his clothes before piling them into a corner. He wormed his way into the bed with me, immediately pulling me into his chest.

“I’ll wake you up in an hour, darlin’. Yeah?” He whispered as I made myself comfortable against him, legs tangled and my arm thrown over his side.

“Okay. Goodnight.” I mumbled sleepily.

I felt him pull my face up and smiled, keeping my eyes closed for the kiss. He rubbed my cheek before letting me resettle into his grip, falling asleep.

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A Helping Hand - or Three (Platonic)

Requested Imagine: Knowledge of your father escaping prison sends you on a spiral, one you’d rather go through on your own terms.

He was out. He was free. Your estranged, murderous, father was out of prison and on the run. He was out, and you had no idea where he was are who he would target.

Coulson had pulled you into a private meeting to tell you. You hadn’t said anything, you’d only left. He had given his apologies, but they fell on deaf ears. All you had was a heartbeat in your ears. Your heartbeat.

Luckily, you had gotten back to your room without any agents you knew or who fully knew you stopping you.

It was what had lead to now; with you on the floor, taking shaky breaths to full your air with oxygen. You had gotten through it on your own, you always had.

You were youngest on the team, and thus they were protective of you for that; but your past – that of which you had disclosed – made them even more. You were there from the start, one of the 'bus kids’ as you had labelled yourself as.

Don’t get yourself wrong, having friends was great. But, you knew that SHIELD was all about the bigger picture – the threats it faced – these little things were personal; they were your own demons to tangle with.

“They’re not.” You could hear Jemma say; well, more like remember her say. See, you had brought up this issue before, and she had assured you that she and the others were there for you.

It was a nice sentiment.

“Y/N?” She called from outside your room. You couldn’t answer, at least not without giving the game away.

You knew, though, that Jemma was smart; very smart. It was why she had the nickname of “Hermione”.

When she didn’t get an answer, she put her hand to your door knob, which of course reminded you the door was unlocked.

She opened it, and paused when she saw you on the floor. You couldn’t meet her eyes, they just stayed on the floor as you focused on your breaths.

Silently, she put her arms under yours and lifted you up, guiding you to your bed and placing you onto it as she sat next to you, rubbing your back with her hand.

“Try and follow my breaths.” She said, keeping her voice soft and command simple. You still didn’t look at her.

“He got out.” You said, even if not fully in one breath.

“…I heard, Coulson told us. It’s why I came here.” You picked up on one word in that in particular.

“’Us’?” And, as if summoned, those others arrived.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Daisy asked, sitting on the floor. Fitz, however, remained standing but folded his arms.

“Which part?”

“Which ever you’re more comfortable with.” Fitz said.

“Is it wrong that the answer to that is ‘neither’?” Fitz and Daisy both shook their head at your question.

It took you a moment, but you then responded, “Look, we can’t sort the other thing, so that just leaves my dad.” You saw, mainly in Daisy’s eyes, a flicker of something – as if it wasn’t the answer she wanted; but it disappeared quite quickly.

“We’ll find him.” Daisy assured you, Fitz nodding with that statement as Jemma gave you a squeeze of the shoulder.

You looked at all your friends, “We’re going to find him.” You said, wanting to believe it.

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“Here, I’ll make you some tea to help you feel better.” Jemma was always sweet; they all were, but Jemma had her own British ways of comfort. It was part of the reason you and her became so attached, you both being from the same place in the UK and all.

You just gave her a flat smile and watched her go and do so. Daisy set up her laptop, and Fitz went to go get some files to try and help you.

“Ok, what prison was he at?” Daisy asked, logging into her laptop. You clocked how long her password was. Never could be too careful, you supposed.

“’Monster Mansion’.” Your friend just looked confused at you, “In Wakefield,” You still got that look, “Yorkshire.” You said, not being able to hide the sigh in your voice.

Daisy nodded, “Right. Sorry. You brits name things weird.” She teased, typing in those words into her laptop to go search the security feeds for your father.

You rolled your eyes, “Not even going to go there.” You replied with, keeping your eyes on the screen; meaning you missed Daisy look at you for a moment and scan your look, seeing the attempt at repression of emotions.

You felt a tap on your back; turning, you saw it was Jemma who was holding that cup of tea she had mentioned before.

“Thank you.” You said quietly, taking the tea and saucer and taking a sip as Jemma went on the other side of Daisy, holding her own tea.

You two weren’t exactly helping the stereotype.

Fitz walked in, holding a file, “Ok, here’s all we have on Miles.” He announced.

“Why is it every asshole is named, Miles?” Daisy asked, flicking through the feeds to try and find a win.

“Maybe it’s genetic?” She smiled a bit at your tease.

“Names aren’t genetic, Y/N.” Jemma reminded you, sipping her tea.

“They could be.” You defended.

“No, I think she’s got you there, Y/NN.” Fitz said from the table he had the file on.

“You’re all mean.” You pouted, going back to the computer.

It was Jemma this time, that gave you a scan.

“You’re staring at me.” You enquired. Jemma forgot how you seemed to have eyes all over you when you wanted them.

“I’m just a bit concerned.” She said, honestly. That concern even came through in her tone. She sounded it. And you knew she was. Hell, it was a vibe with the three of them as soon as they had followed you into the lab to help.

“I’m fine now, Jemma.” You assured, just wanting her to drop it.

“But you weren’t –”

“And I am now. I got it, Jem. I promise.” Part of her almost admired your stubbornness; your selflessness when it came to things like this; when it came to the bigger picture.

It was also the thing that worried her about you. And she wasn’t alone in that.

“Here,” Daisy called out, pointing to your father on screen as he ran as fast as his legs could carry him, “Seems he just got lucky and ran.”

“Always been crafty.” You said, putting your tea on the table and put a hand on Daisy’s chair, she felt it tense as he got closer and closer to the exit; to her, it was almost as if a part of yourself believed he wouldn’t get out, that he could be stopped, and your job would be done.

“Try the airport there.”

“There’s three –“

“Try all of them, then! Put out a scan.” She didn’t take your yelling personally, she could tell this was getting to you. She felt Jemma’s eyes on you as Daisy started the scan.

It didn’t take long before, “There!” You exclaimed, pointing to him – he wore what was meant to be a disguise, but one that just made him stand out more and look like a cliché homeless man – but Daisy recognised his face. Trust her, she read up on your history to help get to know you when Jemma introduced you all. She found a connection, a bad parent who was misguided.

“That plane, where’s it going?” You asked, pace of your words picking up as you asked the question.

“To the US,” You all looked to Fitz; he beckoned you over to the folder, “Miles has connections here. For what, I don’t quite know.” He said, pointing to the relevant information.

“I do,” You all crowded around Daisy’s computer as she reversed the footage of the prison escape, pointing and zooming in on a tattoo, “There.”

It was a Watchdogs tattoo.

Daisy heard you gulp, and put a hand on yours that laid on the chair; a silent “I’m here.”

They all were, but all you felt was her hand.

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So, he was a member of the Watchdogs; a member of the group that had been trying to exterminate you and your best friend for a while now. A group Daisy had gone on a suicide mission to try and stop them and hurt them in any way she could.

A group that was hunting you. Your father had to know that. He had to know that you were Inhuman. He had to know you were one of the ones they were hunting. Maybe it was why he was here in America now. Maybe he was after you. Maybe he wanted you for himself.

Oh, fuck, he was wasn’t he? He was after you. He wanted you dead. No, he’d kill Daisy first. He’d make sure you’d see your sister figure die first, then you’d die slowly. He’d kill you in front of all of your fami—

You felt a hand on your shoulder, and you came back to your friends now looking at you with concern in their features. Daisy still had her hand in yours, Jemma a hand on your back and Fitz a hand on your shoulder. Your hand on the chair was going white with how strong your grip was. You were gulping more, your breaths more and more unsteady.

Their question was silent. But yours was spoken, “Do we know where he is?”

Daisy kept her eyes on you the whole time, the emotion in her eyes not shifting at all as she nodded. Finally, she broke the stare, going to the computer, “Yeah, we got a location. I’m gonna take a team and go get him.” She said, giving your hand one squeeze before getting up to go get ready.

“Wait –” You stopped her. She turned, eyes softening slightly at your figure: You were scared but trying so desperately to hide it as to now arouse concern.

“Y/N, I need to do this. I promise you; I’ll be careful, alright? I’ll be gone and back just like that.” At ‘that’ she clicked her fingers, giving you an assuring, soft, smile before she departed to get ready and go.

“Fitz,” The man in question turned to his girlfriend – who kept her eyes on you cautiously, “Can you refill our tea’s, please?” He nodded, giving you a pat on the arm before grabbing you cups and going to do so.

That left the pair of you.

Jemma had been your best friend longer than she had been Fitz’s, you had been attached since birth pretty much.

She knew how to read you, but also how stubborn you were to help.

“Daisy will be fine.” She said, and you nodded in desperation to believe those words; your hands going into a fist before realising and then repeating the action again.

“I know.” Your voice was timid. You then looked to the computer again.

“Y/N, no.” Jemma said firmly, knowing what your course of action would be. She even repositioned herself.

“Jemma, I have to help Daisy on her mission.”

Jemma shook her head, “Not like this. This won’t help anyone.”

“He’s dangerous!” You yelled, letting your spiral of thoughts happening in your mind lead you.

Jemma knew this, “I know, but looking at what else he has done will not help your fear about Daisy –”

“And him!” Her heart broke a bit at your admission. She always had her doubts, but this just confirmed it.

Jemma went to try and – probably – give you a hug, but all that happened was that you dodged it and bolted for the chair. In your rush, you almost fell out of it, but was able to stabilise yourself in it as you went immediately for the forums the Watchdogs used to talk to each other.

You went through, ignoring Jemma calling out your name and trying to pull you away. You just pushed back each time. You knew – hoped – she wouldn’t fall and hurt herself; but you had to protect your other friend; your other sister.

You knew the dialect was different between the US and UK, so you used that with certain keywords. And, bingo, you found what you needed.

You couldn’t stop reading it. You just kept going. You heard it again, the heartbeat in your ears. You heard it again, the slight amount of white noise – a ringing sound – in your ears as you kept reading.

He’d killed an Inhuman in the prison, and a Watchdog disguised as a guard got him out.

And now he was leading Daisy and her team into a trap.

You darted out of the chair, ignoring the clatter of it on the ground. You turned to Jemma, who put a hand on your arm as her eyes swam with concern; more than you had ever seen from her in your life.

“Da-Daisy. We…we – we need to warn her.” You stuttered out as your breathes came out too fast. Your chest seem to feel like it closing it on itself. Jemma put the other hand on your other shoulder.

“Y/N.” She said, but then your legs gave out, “Y/N! Fitz, get Coulson and tell him about the trap, I’ll stay with Y/N.” Jemma almost fell with you, but didn’t. She held you as you went, keeping you from hitting the floor. She put your back against the table as you slid the rest of the way down, not being able to speak. Only hyperventilating.

“I’m right here, Y/N. I’m right here.” She kept her voice soft, but there was a tremble in it. She held your hands tightly in her own, “I’m right here. It’s ok. It’s ok. Daisy is ok. Coulson has warned her. She’s capable, you and May taught her remember? She’ll be ok.” She assured you.

She then looked up, listening to someone before looking back at you, “Daisy’s ok, Y/N. They got him. They got him.”

You managed a nod.

Another figure then sat next to you, Fitz.

“Hey, Y/N,” You looked to him, “You remember when I had an attack at the academy?” You nodded, “And, what did you say to me?”

“That….that you weren’t alone….that we weren’t leaving you.” You slowly said.

He smiled, nodding encouragingly, “Exactly. And we won’t leave you, we never will.”

Your breath slowly returned as Fitz handed you a glass of water. Jemma helped you keep your hand steady as you drank it.

“Thank you.” You said, grateful to the pair.

“Of course, Y/N.” Jemma said, softly, “Daisy is on her way back. If you don’t –”

You shook your head, “No, no. I need to face him. Just…you’ll be here, right?”

The pair nodded, “Whatever you need.” They said in sync.

“Ok…let’s go see him.” You said, shakily getting to your feet. Your two friends then got up as well.

You nodded, smiling thankfully at them. Time to face your dad.

Jemma and Fitz flanked you, but the rest of the team showed up as well. You were in the middle, the others in a kind of ‘V’ shape behind you.

The doors opened, revealing Daisy and her team; more importantly, it revealed your father, who was cuffed and who had a cut on his cheek. You did spot a small amount of dried blood on Daisy’s hand.

Daisy led him down, giving you a smile in greeting as she came down the ramp. You gave a nod.

Then you looked to your father, the man who wouldn’t even look at you.

“Take him to interrogation.” Coulson ordered. Daisy nodded, giving you one last smile before taking Miles away.

Coulson then turned to you, “We’ll all be monitoring the situation from upstairs. Take all the time you need, Y/N. I’ll have Daisy posted outside.” He said, giving you a fatherly pat on the arm.

You nodded, before taking a breath and taking your leave to the room.

You never liked how dark the rooms looked. I mean, you got why, you just always ha a thing with the dark.

There he sat, with the only light in the room hanging above the table. He looked sadder than before. He looked…well, he looked defeated.

You closed the door, and that made him look up. His eyes meeting your own.

You approached the chair, taking a seat with the file Fitz had found before in front of you with the comments you had found in the forum page.

“Let’s skip the formalities. You know why you’re here, and you know why I’m here.”

He just held your stare, “Ok, guess you want me to read out the charges, then.”

“Charges? SHIELD isn’t legit enough to do that.” He argued.

“Not quite, but we can still hold things against you. You think General Talbot is going to love this information?”

He paled, “You wouldn’t…”

“I wouldn’t want to,” You admitted, “You’re my father, even if a shitty one.”

He slammed his hands on the table, “You and your little band will crumble, Y/N. I didn’t want you to be alone, but if you do this you will be.” He threatened.

Hurt appeared in your eyes, “Yeah, there you are. There’s the real Y/N. The scared Y/N. The one whose alone.” He goaded.

You gulped. He smiled sickly sweet, “Now, run off before you breakdown again.”

You rose from your seat and went to the door. However, instead of leaving, you knocked three times on the door.

And in walked Daisy Johnson.

Together you sat at the table.

“I’m not alone.” You told your father, firmly, despite the bubble in your stomach of worry. You knew you could conquer it with Daisy by your side and your friends watching from above. You were not going through this alone.

You never really were, but now you definitely weren’t.

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