Space to Breathe
Post 4x22 speculation fic. Fitz and Jemma are in the lab in space.
Talk of previous torture.
Fitz watched Jemma from across the lab. She was looking intently at the screen which displayed a very close up view of a culture or something. Turning back to his own station he felt himself starting to float off the floor. Tools that he had been using begin to drift upward off the table. He turned to Jemma with a puzzled expression but he was also delighted to be weightless—the sheer novelty of it made him feel like a kid again.
But Jemma’s expression was …afraid? Her eyes were squeezed shut and both arms were up protecting her head. She was whimpering and crying. In her attempt to turn away, she only succeeded in spinning slowly in space.
Fitz’s amusement quickly soured and he pushed himself off the bench to float closer to her. He reached out to hold her, gently caressing her arm. I’m here, it said.
Inspired by @recoveringrabbit‘s desire to see healing in space fics!