Soaked for Science
I went to the March for Science this weekend, and since I went armed with @eclecticmuses‘ wonderful FitzSimmons commission for me, I couldn’t resist writing a flufflet about the two of them actually marching. All signs mentioned were ones I saw. (Also, a brief exchange was inspired by one I had with @ifwehadamonkey later that day!)
Rated G, in a canon-divergent s4 where everyone’s happy, healthy & in reality. ;-)
Jemma groaned, droplets flying off the sleeve of her sunflower-patterned raincoat as she whacked him on the shoulder. “Ugh, Fitz –”
“We’ve been standing in the rain for four hours.”
A burst of static crackled over the sound system as speakers changed places on the stage.
“And so has everyone else,” she pointed out, hopping slightly onto her tiptoes to glimpse something at the side of the crowd. Fitz reached out instinctively to hover one hand over her lower back, ready to catch her should she slip on the sopping wet grass.
“I can barely remember what it was like to be dry –”
“Oh, for –”
“I’ve never seen fingers wrinkle because of rain –”
Clapping her hands together, Jemma let out a little noise of excitement and grabbed onto his arm, interrupting his good-natured complaining. “Fitz, look!” He followed where she was pointing, blinking as rain dripped into his eyes. “Not all superheroes wear capes,” she said, reading the sign that she’d spotted within the crowd, “most wear lab coats!”
“Daisy’d agree with that,” he said with a grin. “I don’t think any superheroes wear capes. Too impractical.”