Cursed // Fitzsimmons

Fitz 2

-9 hours ago-

He hadn't slept in 42 hours. He hadn't eaten in who knows how long. All he cared about was finding Simmons. He was close to something, and he knew he could find Jemma if he just knew how to track the van that they saw on security footage.

"Anything new, Fitz?" The Director's voice came from behind him.

"No, uh, no. I'm afraid not, sir. I'm sorry."

Coulson looked at Fitz with an odd expression on his face. "Agent Fitz, you have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. You've done everything you can."

"Yeah."

"Why don't I take over? You can go get some rest and a good meal, and I'll keep looking."

Fitz didn't want to give in, but he'd be no good to Jemma with no energy. He took Coulson up on his offer.

Back in his bunk, he didn't take off his shoes, his belt, or his watch. He wanted to be ready to move at a moment's notice, should Coulson find something on his biochemist's whereabouts. Fitz couldn't do it anymore, couldn't stay awake. He trudged over to his bed, flopped down on it, and took a well-needed nap.

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"Fitz. Hey, wake up." It wasn't Coulson this time, but Daisy.

The young engineer sleepily sat up, rubbing his eyes. "How long was I asleep?" His voice was raspy, mind tired.

"About 7 hours. Coulson didn't think you'd want to sleep too long."

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks for waking me up. I need to get back to the lab."

"Do you want to eat first?"

He stood from his creaky bed now. "No, I'm fine. I'll eat later.

Daisy eyed him suspiciously. "No you won't. Tell you what, you go work, and I'll bring you something down to the lab, okay?"

"Okay."

Fitz returned to his computer now, just trying to find something to help him with Jemma's location. He looked for a license plate on the van for the fiftieth time, again finding nothing. The van went north, which is significant, but he'd already mapped the area 100 miles north and there weren't any warehouses, hangars, or anything else suitable for a base.

Deciding to just wait on Daisy for food, he spun his chair to face the open lab door. He just about nodded off again, but was sharply awoken by gunfire outside.

Really? Another raid?

This was the second time in two days. Coulson really should work on his security. Nonetheless, he grabbed a shotgun off the wall and prepared to defend himself.

Nothing walked by the lab or even the hallway it was in for fifteen minutes, though the gunfire was still popping all over the base. A few minutes later, though, Fitz saw something. A group of men, maybe six, walking down the hall coming toward Fitz's work space. A thought popped in his head that maybe he was getting captured, so he speedily set up two dwarves and put one in his waistband to track him should he be taken.

Sure enough the men came in and told Fitz to put down his gun. He did so willingly, hoping that by acting scared they won't check him for more weapons.

The man who was obviously the ringleader of the mercenaries approached Fitz, testing him to see if he'd fight.

"You gonna do something, kid? You scared or something?"

Fitz swallowed and steadied himself. "Yeah, I'm scared. Just... Please don't hurt me."

"Nah... We won't hurt you. Yet." The gruff man pulled a needle from his pocket and stepped closer. Fitz felt the needle push into his upper arm, and felt nothing else.

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This is basically just how Fitz got captured. More to come soon.

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