fitz go to bed


“And have you seen the way he looks at her?”

Also known as Leopold Fitz looking at Jemma Simmons (and Jemmaginary) because everyone needs it.

A little spoiler-free drabble I wrote while waiting in various lines at New York Comic Con. Enjoy!

Jemma walked into her bunk to find Fitz already in bed, casually reading a magazine. She threw a greeting over her shoulder and headed for the bathroom, eager to wash off the grime of the day, too tired to do much more than a quick shower. When she returned, clean from head to toe and desperate for a good night’s sleep, it was the quirk of Fitz’s eyebrows that stopped her from lifting the corner of her covers.

“Yes, Fitz?”

Fitz sat up in bed, folding his arms and directing a challenging stare her way.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Jemma arched an eyebrow. “Going to bed?”

“And what,” asked Fitz, “makes you think that you can just waltz into my bunk, use my shower, and then hop into bed with me?”

Jemma’s mouth opened and closed a few times, and before she could find a reply, Fitz continued. “I mean, if you were my girlfriend, that might be okay, but it’s been so long since I’ve seen her that I’m not quite sure what she looks like.

"Ugh, Fitz!”

Jemma managed to shoot him a menacing eye roll before collapsing into bed, pushing his protesting hands out of the way, and laying her head defiantly on his chest. When the tightness in his muscles prevented her from melting into him, she lifted her head up to squint at him and say, “Yes?”

“I’m sure my girlfriend would be very upset if I—”

“Fitz!” She propped herself up on her elbow and looked him straight in the eye. “I’m exhausted. You know who I am, and I know how you are. Can we just go to sleep now?”

Fitz frowned. “It’s been three days, Jemma. Three days since you’ve been in the lab. I haven’t even been able to have a conversation with you.”

She dropped her eyes as a pang of guilt shot through her. “Fitz.”

“I know you got your promotion to protect the team, but—”

“No, Fitz, I know that—”

“And I don’t want to be selfish—”

“You’re not!”

Fitz snapped his mouth shut and looked up at her, seemingly bewildered. Jemma shook her head, trying to find the words. “I miss you, too.”

It was then that he looked into her eyes with more meaning than words could hold and finally relaxed beneath her. The corners of Jemma’s mouth quirked into a smile as she returned to her position on his chest.

“We promised,” he said.

She stroked the fabric over his belly with her thumb. “We’ve kept our promise.”

He stiffened. “How are we not being pulled apart right now? We barely see each other.”

She took a moment to think about that. “Today was awful,” she finally said, “and all I want is to be here with you. That’s all I’ve been thinking about all day. Isn’t that enough?”

But even as she said it, she could feel her chest hollow out, and she buried herself deeper in him in an attempt to fill it. It wasn’t enough.

“We used to have the same job in the same lab, with the same clearance level. Now, we spend all day with people we don’t know and can’t trust.”

“I know,” she said.

He didn’t know, though. He had no idea how much this room had turned into a sanctuary for her; how often she would sit at her desk and wish she were back here, or in the lab, or anywhere he was. It really did feel like too much sometimes.

She took in a shaky breath.

“It’s just for now,” she said, though it sounded more like a plea than an explanation. “We just have to get through this bit, and then it will be better.”

“Jemma,” he said, “when we get through this, something worse will happen. Always does.”

She fisted his shirt. “No, not always.” She looked up at him. “For a while, we didn’t have each other. Now we do.”

When she settled back down, she felt the kiss he dropped on the top of her head.

“Yeah, we do. And we’re stronger now, I think.”

She smiled. “Much stronger.”

She was surprised when he sighed underneath her and delighted when he carded his fingers through her hair. She closed her eyes and let the worry and stress melt off of her, feeling at peace for the first time all day. Every day should be like this, she thought. That would be enough. More than enough.

But this would do for a start. Nights wrapped up in his arms would someday lead to days spent side by side.

And someday, when they had given enough of themselves that they could sneak off to paradise together, she would look back on the challenges of today and feel that I was all worth it.

And as she drifted off to sleep, her head full of cottages and Fitz, she promised herself that she would do whatever it took to make that someday happen.

And, in the meantime, she would never let Fitz go.