I should already be asleep by now, but before I go:
She stumbles into the room, so panicked that she has to make herself take deep breaths just so she can see straight. When she scans the room, she finds them.
She finds him.
She’ll get to the others, but she has to get to him first. It’s not a choice as much as a need, not a need so much as an inevitability. His lips are chapped and he looks half-starved, but he’s here. She cradles his head in her hands and places her forehead against his, just for a second, just to draw strength and prove to herself that it’s real. She relishes her moment and swallows when she has to let go. She only does it long enough to free him, because when he falls out of his restraints, she’s there. He’s half-starved, but he’s still heavy, and she has to guide him down to sit on the floor. He groans in discomfort, and she runs her hand through his hair, soothing him as best she can with half-formed words.
“Jemma,” he croaks, blinking up at her. “Jemma, wha—”
“Yes,” she says. Her heart stops when he frowns at her, furrowing his brow.
Her hand moves to his cheek, and he leans into her touch. She fought a war to win him back, and this one gesture makes it worth it.
“Yes, I’ll marry you,” she clarifies.
He’s adorably groggy, and she can’t help but smile at his confusion.
“Did I ask you to marry me?’
“No,” she answers, her smile widening, “but if you ever did, that’d be my answer.”
He stares at her for a moment, like he doesn’t quite get what she’s saying, and Jemma wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t. They’ve both been through a lot, and he has a right to be a little disoriented. Maybe that’s the only reason she has the courage to say it. Maybe not. Maybe it was the desperate fear that she’d never get a chance.
“Okay,” he says as his head bobs to the other side, then back, “good to know.”
She wants to laugh, or to sweep him up in her arms, or to kiss him all over. She can’t do any of that now, with a half-asleep engineer and four other people to save. She settles for one kiss, short and meaningful, that makes Fitz smile with closed eyes.
“Mmm,” he says, “also good.”
She nudges his playfully with her shoulder as she stands up.
“Well,” she says, “after all I went through to get you back, I would hope so.”