Cursed // Fitzsimmons

Jemma 3

  Jemma was beginning to worry. It had been a couple hours since Fitz was dropped in her cell, and he hadn't moved from his limp, contorted position on the cement.

Not that she was in a much better state. Simmons couldn't move her upper body without pain shooting up through her ribs and into her head. The doctor in her told her she must have at least one broken rib, probably more. Despite all this, she could still use her legs.

Standing, she approached the foot of the cot where Fitz was laid. She was cautious, as she didn't want to startle him.

"Fitz," she whispered, "Wake up. Please."

He rolled over. She realized his head wasn't as bad as she first thought it was. The bleeding had mostly stopped, but the lack of pressure and medical attention left a crimson puddle where Fitz had been laying.

"Jemma," Fitz breathed, forcing himself to open his eyes. "Oh, Jemma.." Shifting his weight and sitting up he gave Simmons a hug.

"Fitz! Ribs, ribs!"

He immediately let go and settled for a gentle kiss on her bruised cheek. Jemma was now crying, and she didn't know if it was from happiness or pain.

The engineer snapped out of his bliss and realized how bad her face looked. She had a black eye, a noticeably misshapen nose, and bruises covering most of her skin. But even though she was battered, he still thought she was breathtaking.

His voice was barely audible as Jemma moved to sit next to him, her weight leaned back on the wall. "What'd they do to you, Jem?"

She flinched slightly, as Ward called her by that name. "Ward. It was Ward. They wanted to know how to come back through the portal, but I wouldn't tell them."

"Ward is here? Hm."

"What happened to your head, Fitz?"

"I don't really know. I think I hit it on the van ride here." He mindlessly intertwined their fingers. It wasn't awkward, it felt natural.

"What do we do now, Fitz? Does anyone know where you are?"

His head snapped up and he remembered the stowaway dwarf. Ward's goons hadn't checked him for any other weapons, leaving the little robot still tucked away safely in the waistband of his dark khaki pants.

Jemma gasped when she saw one of her beloved dwarfs in Fitz's free hand.

"Fitz!" She exclaimed a this a little too loudy, and lowered her volume.

"I set up another one at the base. I hope maybe Coulson or Daisy finds that I'm missing, and finds the dwarf."

"I hope so." Tiredly, Jemma rested her head on his shoulder.

It was silent for a while, but not uncomfortable. The two just sat and tensely waited to see if Ward or Malick would come back.

Jemma couldn't stand the silence anymore. "Did you get captured to find me, Fitz?"

His eyes were closed but he responded. "Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because, Jemma, I love you. And I couldn't stand you being alone here."

She shifted her weight to look at him straight on. "Fitz. Look at me."

He obeyed.

"Thank you." Jemma whispered, scooting closer to him again.

"What else was I gonna do?" Fitz wrapped his arm that wasn't holding Jemma's hand around her waist, careful to avoid her ribs. He pulled her close, making sure she didn't feel alone.

As Jemma was falling asleep, she whispered something barely audible to Fitz's ears. "I love you too."

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More plot to come. This was mostly filler but I thought it was important.

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Also, dear reader, I have soccer now on top of school, so please be patient if I don't update for a while.

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