Literally everyone used the prospect of telling Simmons that Fitz was gone to motivate people into doing better. No one hammered on it because no one had to. All the characters and the audience knew what that would mean. Additionally, it gave Henstridge and De Caestecker something meaty to sink their teeth into. I’ve said since the frickin’ beginning that those two are the dark horses of acting talent on this show. They were hiding there, underutilized the entire time, and when a storyline would let them loose they’d emotionally destroy every human in their path.
“I still can’t believe I’m on the same team as Thor’s little sister.” Skye said as she threw herself on your bed.
“I’ve told you, I’m not Thor’s little sister, I’ve never even met the guy.” You said closing your laptop and laying back so that the two of you were lying side by side.
“How’s Jemma taking it?” You asked.
“She’s still looking over your file, and I think Fitz wants to see if you can use your abilities to power one of his inventions.” She said making you roll your eyes.
“How are you feeling?” She asked
“Ehh, Coulson and May already knew, I mean I am on the gifted list, and I’ve never really cared much for what Ward thinks.” You said with a small shrug.
“Well, I don’t think you’re going to hear any complaints from Ward, you did use your abilities to save him after all, besides you’re still my best friend, it’s just a shame you can't introduce me to Thor.” Skye said with a sigh making you laugh.
When Daisy Skye Coulson got into trouble in school with her friends and her secret agents top undercover spies parents Phil Coulson and Melinda May-Coulson got called to the principal office for a chat.
It can’t be Leo
Fitz. The man across the way, dressed in a lavishly detailed
Regency-era costume and wearing a golden mask that covers most of his
face, simply can’t be the awkward Scotsman she shared a lab with a
million years ago. This man is confident. Handsome. Capable of
dancing without crushing his partner’s toes.
But the way he
winces when his partner gets a vice-like grip on his arm is exactly
the same. So is his eye roll at whatever the people around him are
saying. If he was smiling, she probably wouldn’t recognize him, she
thinks wryly and heads over to give him a piece of her mind. This is
her assignment, the corrupt billionaire who’s throwing the
party her target, and even though May told her Coulson’s
division might have sent an extra agent for backup, she doesn’t need
“You don’t need
to be here,” she whispers fiercely after she’s fought her way
through the crowd to him. “Tell the boys that I’m perfectly capable
of handling it on my own.”
“I’m sorry, do
I—” Fitz freezes and looks at her again, trying to peer past the
silver mask that conceals her identity. “Simmons? What on earth
are you doing here?”
“I’m on a
mission. And I don’t need anyone else here to muck it up.” Back
when they were in training together, Fitz once dropped a beaker full
of dangerous experimental chemicals in the lab. They weren’t able to
use it for a good two weeks.
“This is my
mission,” he argues. “What if you muck it up?”
“As if I could,”
“How about a
challenge?” Fitz offers. “We’ll see who gets to him first.
Winner gets bragging rights and eternal glory. Loser has to buy the
“All right. And
Fitz?” She turns to call over her shoulder as she leaves, the full
skirts of her dress swirling around her. “I like Italian.”
@mashiarasdream, who gave it a quick beta, said “It might be the cheesiest tooth rotting fluff on the planet.”
A smile like no other
He had always loved her smile.
He remembers the first time she smiled at him when they met
at the Academy. It had been polite. The kind of smile you extend to new
acquaintances. And yet there was a warmth about it that immediately made him
feel welcome. She may have considered them bitter rivals at first. She may have
thought he hated her. But it was so far from the truth.
He remembers the faint hint of a grateful smile when he held
her, half-buried beneath the rubble of the destroyed monolith, still catching
He remembers the twitching of her lips, a grimace more than
a smile, after he returned from Maveth empty-handed. He couldn’t read her then,
couldn’t tell if her smile was forced, if all he saw in her eyes was grief over
a man she’d lost, or if maybe it was genuine, if it was relief over seeing him
alive. Throughout the years he had realized that it had been the latter.
He remembers her smile, her laughter, when she told him that
she was done wasting time, when she made it clear that it was him that she
longed to be with. He could barely believe his eyes and ears.
He remembers the smile in her eyes and the one playing on
her lips, standing in the middle of a hotel room in Bucharest. His heart had
never beaten quite so fast before.
He remembers how she smiled at him in her wedding gown, how
it brought him to tears to realize that he, Leopold Fitz, made her happy, made
her smile; that she was ready, was longing to spend the rest of her life with
Her smiles had so many facets, twists, and turns. He had
seen so many of them through the years, every beautiful and subtle nuance of
And yet, as he watches her holding their newborn baby, tears
streaming down her face as she whispers words of love and welcome down to the
tiny naked being in her arms, Fitz feels as if he sees her smile for the first
time. And when she looks up and her eyes meet his, her smile—beaming, warm, loving,
raw, and emotional—fills his entire body, creeps into his heart, his mind and
soul, until his own lips mirror it.
He never imagined that he could love anyone the way he loves
Jemma Simmons, and through their years together he had started to believe that
she would never love anyone as much as him.
But now he’s smiling at his
wife, holding their baby, and she’s beaming back at him, and he realizes that
life after this day, life after this smile will never be the same. They’ve gone
from being Fitzsimmons to being parents, being a family. And a love already
beyond measure had grown exponentially with the arrival of their little holiday